Plan 9 from Outer Space

Criswell Predicts...

Greetings, my friend. We are all interested in the future,

for that is where you and I are going to spend the rest of our lives.

And remember my friend, future events such as these will affect you in the future.

You are interested in the unknown, the mysterious, the unexplainable.

That is why you are here. And now, for the first time,

we are bringing to you the full story of what happened on that fateful day.

We are giving you all the evidence, based only on the secret testimonies

of the miserable souls who survived

this terrifying ordeal. The incidents, the places,

my friend we cannot keep this a secret any longer. Let us punish the guilty,

let us reward the innocent. My friend,

can your heart stand the shocking facts about grave robbers

from outer space?

Plan 9 From Outer Space

All of us on this earth, know that there is a time to live,

and that there is a time to die, yet death is always a shock

to those left behind.

It is even more of a shock,when death, the proud brother, comes suddenly without warning.

Just at sundown, a small group,

gathered in silent prayer around the newly-opened grave

of the beloved wife of an elderly man. Sundown of the day,

yet also the sundown of the old man's heart,

for the shadows of grief clouded his very reason.

The funeral over, the saddened group left the graveside.

It was when the gravediggers started their task

that strange things began to take place.

Fifteen to four.

Yup, right on schedule. There's the ol' San Fernando Valley

out there now. -You better radio in

for landing instructions, Danny. -Right, Jeff.

Burbank Tower, this is American Flight 812, over.

Wouldn't surprise me any if he's asleep this time of the morning.

American Flight 812, this is Burbank Tower. If I were asleep

you'd never get on the ground ! Your case maybe you'd be up there for good. Over.

You got me that time, Mac. This American Flight 812 requesting -

Burbank Tower to American Flight 812, over.

Burbank Tower to American Flight 812, over.

Holy mackeral. -Burbank Tower to American Flight 812,

are you in trouble?

-Trouble ? -Take a look for yourself.

-What in the world... -That's nothing from this world.

Burbank Tower to American Flight 812, are you in trouble? Are you in trouble?

-Mayday, mayday. Stand by, Burbank Tower. -Do you suppose the passengers saw it?

I doubt it. Most of them are asleep. But it was quite a jolt, Jeff. I'll check.

Good. We'll get them ready for landing. Keep it quiet until we get instructions.

-Right. -American Flight 812 reporting to Burbank Tower, over.

-D'you hear anything ? -I thought I did.

Don't like hearin' noises. 'Specially when there ain't s'posed to be any.

Yeah, sorta spooky-like.

-Maybe we're getting' old. -Whatever it is it's gone now.

That's the best thing for us too. Gone.

Yeah, let's go.

The grief of his wife's death

became greater and greater agony.

The home they had so long shared together, became a tomb.

A sweet memory of her joyous living.

The sky to which she had once looked, was now only a covering for her dead body.

The ever-beautiful flowers she had planted with her own hand,

became nothing more than the lost roses of her cheeks.

Confused by his great loss, the old man

left that home, never to return again.

At the funeral of the old man, unknown to his mourners,

his dead wife was watching.

-First his wife, then he. -Tragic.

-Tell me something. Why was his wife buried in the ground, and

he sealed in a crypt? -Something to do with family tradition.

A superstition of some sort.

Well, it's getting' dark. We'd best be on our way.

Then, as two of his mourners left his final resting place.

Minutes later, the police, lead by Inspector Daniel Clay,

arrived at the scene.

-Who found him ? -The man and girl.

-Medical, uh, examiner been 'round yet? -Just left.

The morgue wagon oughta be along most any time. -You get their

statement ? Yeah, much as we could. They're pretty scared.

Finding a mess like this oughta make anyone frightened.

Have one of the boys take the guy and the girl back to town. You take charge.

Okay Inspector. What're you gonna do?

-Look around a little. -Pretty dark out there.

Once you get beyond those lights you won't be able to see your hand in front of your face.

I will get one of the flashlights from the patrol car.

-You be careful Clay. -I'm a big boy now, Johnny.

Looks like a bobcat tore through them.

Yeah.

Say Lieutenant,

d'you get that funny odour ? -How could I miss it ?

Oh, that'll be the morgue wagon now.

-That's the fifth siren in the last hour. -Oh, something's happened down at

the cemetery. A lot of police cars and lights. I stopped but I didn't see anything.

Oh well, whatever it is, the morning paper will carry the whole story.

You seem to still be up there somewhere.

Maybe I am.

I don't think I've ever seen you in this mood before.

I guess it's because I've never been in this mood before.

Something about your flight ?

Yeah.

What happened, Jeff ?

-I saw a flying saucer. -A saucer ?

You mean the kind from up there ? -Yeah, or its counterpart.

I was shaped like a huge cigar. Dan saw it too.

When it passed over, the whole compartment lighted up with a blinding glare.

Then there was a tremendous wind that practically knocked us off our course.

-Well did you report it ? -Yeah, radioed in immediately and they said well

keep it quiet until you land. Then as soon as we landed, big army brass grabbed us

and made us swear to secrecy about the whole thing.

Oh, it burns me up. These things have been seen for years. They're here, it's a fact.

And the public oughta know about it. -There must be something more you can do about it.

Oh no there isn't. Oh, but what's the point of making a fuss.

Last night I saw a flying object that couldn't possibly have been from this planet.

But I can't say a word. I'm muzzled by army brass! I can't even admit I saw the thing!

Sounds like Clay's in trouble.

Bet that apparition we saw had something to do with it.

Come on.

-Is he dead ? -Yeah.

He's messed up as bad as those two back there.

S'pose that saucer or whatever it was had something to do with this?

Your guess is as good as mine, Larry.

But one thing's sure. Inspector Clay is dead...

murdered...and somebody's responsible!

You're in charge now, Lieutenant.

-Yeah, guess I am. Kelton. -Yes Sir ?

Get back up to the car and get on the radio. Tell the coroner he's gotta make another trip out here.

Well how 'bout the lab boys ?

Well who do you think we left back at the car, boy scouts ? Come on, Larry.

Greater love hath no man, than to lay down his life for another.

It is always difficult to have last words

over the grave of a friend. And Inspector Daniel Clay was a friend.

A dear friend to me and to all of us.

The bell has rung upon his great career.

Now we lay him to rest. A rest well deserved, but so premature.

People turning south from the freeway were startled when they saw

flying saucers high over Hollywood Boulevard.

A woman, startled by the sight in the sky, telephones the police.

There comes a time in each man's life,

when he can't even believe his own eyes.

Saucers seen over Hollywood!

Flying saucers seen over Washington D.C.

The army convoy moved into the field.

Rockets were quickly set up.

Colonel Tom Edwards, in charge of saucer field activities,

was to make the greatest decision of his career.

He made that decision. Colonel Edwards gave the signal to fire.

Then as swiftly as they had come, they were gone.

Even to the piercing eye of radar and the speeding jet fighters.

-Quite a sight, wasn't it Sir. -A sight I'd rather not be seeing.

Are you worried about them Sir ?

Well, they must have a reason for their visits.

Visits? Well that would indicate visitors! Are big guns the usual way of welcoming visitors?

We haven't always fired at them.

For a time we tried to contact them by radio, but no response.

Then they attacked a town. A small town, I'll admit. But nevertheless a town of people.

People who died. -I never heard about that Sir.

Well, it was covered up by the higher echelon. Take any fire,

any earthquake, any major disaster,

then wonder. Flying saucers, Captain,

are still a rumour.

Officially.

Looks like we beat them off again Sir.

What do they want...where are they from...where are they going...

They, Sir ? Who ?

Oh, this is a training manoeuver, Sir. We only did a little practice firing at the clouds.

Yeah. I wonder what their next move will be.

What will their next move be ?

Your space commander has returned from Earth.

Send him in.

You have your report ?

We had to pull in here to Space Station 7 for regeneration.

We're returning to the planet Earth immediately thereafter.

-What progress has been made ? -We contacted government officials.

They refuse over existence.

What plan will you follow now ?

Plan 9. It's been absolutely impossible to work through these Earth creatures.

Their soul is too controlled.

Plan 9...ah yes. Plan 9 deals

with the resurrection of the dead.

Long-distance electrodes shot into the pinion pituitary glands of recent dead.

Have you attempted any of this plan as yet ? -Yes Excellency.

How successful has it been ?

We have risen two so far. We shall be just as successful on more.

The living...they have no suspicion of your movements ?

We had to dispose of one policeman.

However, none of those risen have been seen. At least, not by anyone who still remains alive.

It's too bad it must be handled this way. However it must.

Those who take from the grave will lead the way for our other operations.

Yes, Excellency. -Continue on. Report to me

in two Earth days.

I feared His Excellency wouldn't take our report this well.

Well had he been dealing with our own people his reaction would have been completely different.

He understands the difficulties of the Earth race.

What do you think will be the next obstacle the Earth people will put in our way?

Well, as long as they can think we'll have our problems.

But those whom we're using cannot think. They are the dead. Brought to a simulated life by our electrode guns.

You know, it's an interesting think when you consider...the Earth people, who can think,

are so frightened by those who cannot: the dead.

Well our ship should be regenerated. We better get started.

I still think you oughta go in town and stay with your mother until I get back.

This is our home and nothing's going to take me from it.

Besides, most men try and keep their wives from going home to Momma.

-That's not the point. -That's all the point there's going to be.