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Next, the invaders in color.

The hurricane hit Miami at 1145, then moved west. There was no way of

it, no way of charting its course. It just happened.

It just happened, and 26 people are already dead.

And now I'd like to show you something really weird.

This shot was made from our weather plane in the eye of the hurricane.

This was taken at approximately 2 .30 yesterday afternoon, Dr. Gantley, when

storm was at its peak.

What's the registry on that boat?

Lydia J.

out of St. Matthew Beach.

Something wrong, Dr. Gatlin? You don't see it.

None of you see it.

A boat miraculously survives a hurricane.

A town miraculously survives a hurricane.

The boat just happens to be from that town.

Cut the film.

Doctor, don't you think you're reading something into this that's less than...

Less than scientific?

You tell me how a hurricane of this kind occurs in the middle of February.

Explain a storm that violated every law of nature.

Father Corelli, please.

Yes, it's very important.

Father, this is Ed Gantley.

Yes, I just heard you were in town.

Look, are you by any chance going back to St. Matthew Beach tonight?

You mind if an old friend rides along with you?

Fine.

Well, I can be ready as soon as you are.

Uh -huh.

Why don't I meet you down at the emergency station?

Good.

Goodbye, Polly.

It must have been the wind. Yeah.

Do me a favor, huh?

Next time, let's meet in a bar.

Okay, come on.

Invaders.

A Quinn Martin production.

Starring Roy Finnis as architect David Vinson.

The Invaders.

Alien beings from a dying planet.

Their destination, the Earth.

Their purpose.

To make it their world.

David Vincent had seen them. For him, it began one lost night on a lonely

country road looking for a shortcut that he never found.

It began with a closed, deserted diner and a man too long without sleep to

continue his journey.

It began with the landing of a craft from another galaxy.

David Vincent knows that the invaders are here, that they have taken human

Somehow he must convince a disbelieving world that the nightmare has already

begun.

The guest stars in tonight's story, Joseph Caponella, Barbara Luna.

Tonight's episode, Storm.

In the nightmare world in which David Vincent moves, there is seldom reason or

logic. And so a hurricane that occurs out of season, that blankets a 600 -mile

area yet spares a single town.

Such a storm becomes a part of that nightmare world and prompts a phone call

a meteorologist named Gantley and brings Vincent to a fishing town near the

Florida Keys.

Can I help you?

A room?

Sure.

Just passing through?

I'm looking for Dr. Gantley.

What room is he in?

Room six, but he's not in.

Where can I find him?

In just a second.

Louie?

Yeah?

Any idea where Dr. Gantley went this morning?

He's in one of my boats out on the water.

Well, is there any way I can get out there? I have to see him. It's

Sorry. If you want to see him, he'd be at Father Joe's around lunchtime.

Where's that?

Other side of town.

Easy to find.

Alongside the church.

Okay, thank you.

The bar's in there.

Can I see my room?

Thank you.

Yeah.

Are you tired? Has Dr. Gatley called yet?

Lisa?

Has Dr. Gatley called? He's late.

Oh, no. No, he hasn't, Father.

Is there something wrong, Lisa?

I've got to finish this.

Lisa?

There's nothing wrong, Father.

I'm just a little tired.

Just a little tired?

Look,

Lisa, don't you think it's time you told me the truth?

You're not just tired, you're... Tenth, you're on edge. You've been that way for

a couple of weeks now.

Are you afraid of something?

I'm all right, Father.

Really. Look, would you like to go away for a couple of weeks?

I'll scrape together the money somehow, but I don't want you getting sick.

I promise I'll take better care of myself.

I promise I'll take better care of myself.

I... I'll get it.

My name is Vincent.

I'm looking for Dr. Gatley.

I understand he's having lunch here today.

Yes, I was expecting him half an hour ago. Would you like to come in and wait?

Thank you.

I'm Father Corelli. Hello.

Are you working with Dr. Gatley?

No, not exactly. We've talked on the phone.

Excuse me. It's for you, Father. Excuse me.

Hello?

Yes, Louise.

What?

Are you sure?

Yeah. Yes, I'll be there in a few minutes.

What is it, Bob?

Said Gatley is dead.

Found his boat adrift just south of here.

How did it happen? Hey, Gatley. Was it an accident? We're kids together.

Father, was it an accident?

A cerebral hemorrhage. I've got to go.

I know this is a bad time, but I bet the market's not Gatley.

Later, Mr. Vincent. Did he ever discuss his job here or his work?

I'm sorry, I have no time.

Father, he told me something about that hurricane. I have to know what he found

out. I'm sorry I can't help you, Mr. Vincent. Whatever he found out, he kept

himself.

Excuse me. If you'd like to wait for me, I'll be back in an hour. Lisa, please,

offer Mr. Bentham some tea or coffee.

See that he's comfortable.

Lisa, did Dr. Gantley leave any papers here or reports of any kind?

Uh, no.

No, not that I can think of.

Well, you might check his room at the inn.

I'll do that. Thank you.

Mr. Vincent, did you know him very well?

No.

Well, he was a very strange man.

He was always kidding Father Joe about religion, and yet he spent hours in that

church almost every day.

Thank you.

I DID NOT -

You'll have to keep him quiet for a couple of days. Confession can have some

pretty nasty after effects.

Will you stop by later?

Can't. Mrs. Hogan's baby is due. I'll be there all afternoon.

Yeah. Well, thanks, Walt.

Father.

Father, I'm sorry I wasn't able to do anything for Dr. Gantley.

I know you were very close.

Everything's so quiet.

Hope we're not in for another storm.

I sure hope not, Doctor.

Lisa, I wanted to make Mr. Vincent some fresh tea.

Father.

I hope you're going to be all right.

You know, before you got here with the doctor, he was... He was saying such

strange things.

Well, crazy things, like he was out of his mind.

He won't be himself for a while.

I'm sure after a few days' rest.

Don't worry about it.

Yeah, let me wet that for you.

No, it's all right.

Father, please, you've got to help me look around that church.

What?

Mr. Fentzett, why do you want to look around the church?

Dr. Gatley spent a lot of time there.

Well, maybe that makes sense to you. What was Gatley doing on the water this

morning? What was he looking for?

The Lydia J.

It's a fishing boat that was caught in the eye of the hurricane last week.

It ignored three separate warnings from the Coast Guard to make port. I guess

Dr. Gatley wanted to find out why.

Who owns that boat?

Luis Perez.

You know him?

We met this morning.

How long has he been here?

Oh, almost a year, I believe.

And how long have you been pastor here?

Three months.

Mr. Vincent, I'm a fairly bright man, but I haven't the foggiest notion what

you're driving at or what's driving you.

Your tea, Vincent.

Please put it over there, Lisa.

Father. Mr. Vincent, some tea will do you good.

Please help me to the church.

Please, Mr. Vincent.

Drink your tea.

Come on, Lisa. Let's leave Mr. Vincent alone.

The

barometer's

falling again.

Father, wait.

You wanted an explanation.

I'll give it to you.

Listen to me, please.

If I told you Gatley was murdered...

Murdered because of something he found in your church.

Something to do with those hurricanes.

You'd say I was insane.

Well, if I am, why did they try to kill me when I entered your church?

They? Who were they, Mr. Vincent?

Beings from another planet.

I know what that sounds like, but that's what they are.

Beings from another planet dedicated to our destruction. Father, that hurricane

last week.

It was aimed directly up the coast. It could have hit every big city from here

to Washington.

And now another hurricane is coming.

These beings, what do they look like?

Like us.

Just like us.

Except some of them have a deformity of the hands.

Now you know why I didn't say anything to the police.

They'd never believe me.

Mr. Vincent, I do not insist that you stay in this bed.

I insist that you rest.

As long as you're in this house, you're in my care.

I'm going to be obeyed.

By tonight, you'll be feeling better.

We'll talk about it then.

Please I'm going over the end I'm worried about mr. Vincent.

I don't like the idea of your being all alone here. Oh, please don't worry All

right, you can reach me at the end if you need me

Thank you.

Any more reports on the storm? This time we're not going to be so lucky. There's

got to be a hit here tonight, and worse than the one that hit Tampa.

Let's set my tape up.

Wally, I've got to talk to you about Vincent.

No, that's too small. I need to use two of those stuck together.

What about him, Wally?

Look, Doctor, if I told you he thinks these hurricanes are manufactured by

beings from another planet, what would you say?

And I'm convinced he believes it. Look, Wally, you've got to look at him,

please. Father, I can't leave here now.

And there's darn little I can do for him here anyway.

The best thing you can do is drive him in the tank to the hospital.

Take somebody with you.

Better get started before the storm hits.

We'll come with you, Father.

I'll get a couple of men, Father.

All right, thanks. Let me call Lee.

Wrong father.

The rectory phone is dead.

You've had a bad fall.

I'm not drinking.

The man I saw you talking to just before I passed out.

Please drink this.

Lisa, that man.

There was no man.

He was one of the men who attacked me in the church.

Get the police on the phone.

No. But, David, there was no man.

I've been all alone.

You've been imagining things.

Here. This will make you feel better.

I saw that man.

David, you have to drink the water.

No. David.

No.

Sooner or later, you're going to have to drink or eat something.

I can wait.

They put you here, didn't they?

I'm not going to drink.

I'm not going to be driven insane.

Only the first effects are like insanity.

After another glass or two, it'll become more like... like a dream.

What happens to Washington, New York, Boston?

It's just a beginning, isn't it?

Next time it'll be other cities.

Pretty soon the whole world.

Why worry about it?

And what happens to Father Joe?

Oh, we wouldn't hurt him.

He's been very good camouflage for us ever since he came here and started to

rebuild our church.

Your church?

Four months ago it was empty.

Abandoned. So Louisa and I took it.

I'm getting very impatient with you, David.

Now drink it.

Drink it!

David!

David, stop it!

David!

What in God's name have you done?

Louisa, listen.

What happened?

Tell me, tell me. Father, please.

Lisa, what happened? Father, father, please don't make me say it.

You damn...

I'm sorry I hit you. You're a sick man.

Do you have anything to say, Mr. Vincent?

Well?

My father.

Very well.

John, take my car, drive him to the sheriff's substation up the road.

Let them take him to Tampa.

Yes, Father.

Are you all right?

Father, I was so frightened.

I'm sorry, Lisa. It's all my fault. I should never have left you alone here

us.

Hey, Danny, what's wrong?

Don't block ahead. You can't get through.

Well, we got you. We got to get this man to the hospital.

Hey, aren't you the fellow who was beat up at the church?

These men are going to kill me.

I'm sick, Danny, really sick.

Look, he saw what happened to me in the church.

Did I make that up?

Father Joe said to take him to the hospital because he's sick.

We can check with him if you want to.

Look, Mr. Vincent, I know each of these men.

They wouldn't want to hurt you or nobody.

Why take a chance?

If I am sick, take me to a hospital.

You take me.

Let them decide.

Father Joe's house.

He might do it again.

That's what I get paid for.

Come on.

I'm ready, Father.

Here, take this.

Go straight to the inn. You'll be safer there.

Aren't you coming?

I'll be along in a few minutes. I want to go to the church first.

What for?

Something I want to do.

But, Father, the wind is much worse, and if we don't leave now, we won't get to

the inn at all.

I'll be along in a minute. I'm going to say a prayer for Mr. Vincent.

Now, I want to pray for my own forgiveness.

I treated him very badly, Lisa.

Father, you were more than fair with him. Anybody else would have beaten him,

really beaten him.

No, I'm not fair, Lisa.

I'm a hypocrite.

It's been very easy to go along and say, out of all of God's children, I'll

return evil with love.

And finally, I'm confronted by the evil act of a sick man. I strike him in rage

and hate.

He's the one I wanted to kill him any man would have felt the same way

I Am NOT any man

I'll

come with you to the church.

I'm afraid to go to the end by myself

HODGIT!

Please.

What is going on here?

I'm sorry, Father. I tried

to keep you from coming.

But this was right.

We were telling the truth all along.

Why me? Why my church? Why did you seek me out?

We would search and abandon the church.

And as we're seeking you out, it's very simple.

Lisa was put in your house to watch you.

Make very sure you never find anything.

And if I did?

You could.

Sit down, Father.

When will I die?

Did you include me in your prayers, Father?

Does my question surprise you?

My prayers were for you.

The forgiveness of your eternal soul.

Yours and theirs.

And what of your own soul? No prayers for that?

Why aren't you afraid to die?

When I became a priest, I took upon myself all of death.

Giving up all in order that I might gain all for God.

Behind you!

Are you all right?

I'm all right.

Why don't you pull the trigger?

Stop or I will shoot.

I don't think so, Father.

I will.

I will.

Whatever lives is a child of God.

Isn't that what your religion preaches, Father?

Don't listen to her, Father. Use it.

Priest or hypocrite?

Which are you?

I think I know which.

Taxi's here.

Waiting outside.

Thank you.

Any news about Luis's fishing boat?

No.

No.

Lost in the storm.

Maybe in a few days some evidence will wash up on the beach.

I doubt it, Father.

They always disappear.

Anyway, thank you for talking to the sheriff.

One thing I don't understand.

Why would they let the hurricane hit here this time? Why would they endanger

themselves?

I don't know.

After their experience with Dr. Gatley, I suppose they were afraid if another

hurricane bypassed St. Matthew Beach, it would arouse more curiosity.

David, I'm sorry your search had to end like this.

I couldn't let you kill last night.

Not as a priest.

I understand.

I'll pray for your success, David.

I'll pray for us all.

Thank you.

Two men.

Two searchers.

The one searching heaven and earth.

The other searching in the corridors of the human conscience.

The search continues.

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