All language subtitles for The Invaders s02e19 The Pit.eng

Good morning, Professor.

I said, good
morning, Professor.

* *

(eerie whirring)

(eerie whirring)

* *

(coins clank into phone)

David...

they're here.

(no audio)

Julian!

Julian, are
you all right?

Julian!

(echoing):
Julian!

What is it?

Are you all
right, Julian?

Julian!

(echoing):
Julian!

Are you all right,
Julian?

(eerie tapping sound)

Julian!
Are you all right, Julian?

Julian!

(tapping stops)

(eerie whirring)

(body hits ground)

NARRATOR:
Starring Roy Thinnes as architect David Vincent.

The Invaders...

alien beings
from a dying planet.

Their destination... the Earth.

Their purpose...

to make it their world.

David Vincent has 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.

(eerie whirring)

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

(whirring intensifies)

Now David Vincent knows
that the Invaders are here,

that they have taken
human form.

Somehow, he must convince
a disbelieving world

that the nightmare
has already begun.

The guest stars
in tonight's story:

Joanne Linville...

Donald Haren...

Kent Smith...

and special guest star
Charles Aidman.

NARRATOR:
Professor Julian Reed,

a member of David Vincent's
group of believers

has been hospitalized
as insane.

But is he a victim
of the aliens

or of his own mind?

(doorbell rings)

Hi, Pat.

I'm sorry.

Very, very sorry.

Oh, it's so good
to see you, David.

Come on in.

David...

this is our
son, Frankie.

Frankie.
Nice to meet you.

How are you?
Fine, sir.

Good.

Mr. Vincent going to be spending
a few days with us.

Listen, Pat, I know
you're having a rough time,

so if I'm in the way--
please.

Oh, no. Nonsense.

How's Julian?

Hey, isn't it past
your bedtime?

Sure, Mom. Pleased to
meet you, Mr. Vincent.

Thank you.
See you tomorrow.

Okay.
Good night, darling.

FRANKIE:
Good night.

(door closes)

You needn't have come,
David, you know?

There's really nothing
that you can do.

How bad is he?

Oh, I don't... I don't
believe that he's, uh...

insane.

I just think he's...

just emotionally
tired, that's all.

How did it happen?

I'd rather not go
into it right now.

Sit down, David.

Pat, I have to know.

But I can't!

Just... just give me
a day or two, all right, David?

I'm sorry.

Where is he?

In Brookside.

David.
Hi, Julian.

I'm glad to see you.

How do you feel?

A lot better, thanks.

I had a few
wild hours there.

Hallucinating,
overtones of paranoia...

It's all over,
thank God.

How long you
been here?

Couple of weeks.

Still hazy
about a few things.

You mind sitting
over there?

You suspect him?

I suspect everyone.

(sighs)

When they told me
I had a visitor,

I thought
it might be Pat.

How is she and how's Frankie?

Haven't you seen them?

Well, Pat is very busy
with her work, I guess.

Well, they're,
uh... fine.

And Frankie and I are
getting to be friends.

They're fine.

David...

it's no accident
that I'm here.

The psychosis that I had
was induced deliberately.

They used the dream machine.

I, uh...

I'm not sure I know
what that is.

What's a dream machine?

Well, it's at the core
of the project

that I'm involved in now.

How much do you know about
the Slaton Research Center?

Just what I've read
in the papers and magazines.

What's the expression
they use?

Uh... it's a think factory.

John Slaton has gathered
together

some of the finest minds
in the country

to think out problems
relating to our space program.

Much of it
is highly secret.

Now, I'm not sure whether
the aliens are merely observing

or actively interfering,

but some of the projects
have already been canceled.

So you, uh...
think they're here.

I'm sure of it.

My assistant, Jeff Brower,
is one of them.

He knows that I found out
about aliens being at Slaton.

And tried to discredit you by...

driving you out of your mind.

I'll get on it
right away.

I wish I could be
out of here and helping you.

(heavy sigh)

We haven't got
much time, David.

Find John Slaton.

Warn him.

Okay. Take care
of yourself, hmm.

The aliens are the result
of Julian's sick mind,

not the cause.

Well, I just had
a talk with him.

He's as rational
as you or I.

You should've heard him
two days ago.

He'd begun using himself
in his experiments,

and I guess
they just got away from him.

Mr. Vincent...

accept it as a tragic accident.

Is it logical
that a man like Julian Reed

would put himself in a position

where he'd be driven insane,
even accidentally?

(soft chuckle)

Scientists are a strange breed,
Mr. Vincent.

In their zeal for knowledge,

they'll push themselves
beyond normal limits.

To the extent of playing Russian
roulette with their sanity?

Yes.

Look at Pasteur.

He risked
a hideous, painful death

by injecting himself
with rabies, not certain

that his treatment would work.

That's pushing,
wouldn't you say?

Now, I've given you
all the time I have to spare.

Edgar Scoville...

All I'm asking

is that you investigate
your employees.

My associates.

Whatever.

You're poking around
in the dark

for something that isn't there.

Mrs. Fielding,
these are next.

I don't want
to instigate a witch hunt

on the say-so of
a deranged man.

Do you mind if I ask
a few questions?

Frankly, I do. Yes.

But since Scoville's
an old friend of mine,

he's done me a few
good turns, I...

Where do you
want to start?

The dream machine.

(quiet humming)

Actually, it's
an electroencephalograph.

We call it a dream machine

because it records
brain impulses

and indicates
when someone is dreaming.

What do dreams have
to do with sanity?

Forgive me
for sounding rude,

but I'm a busy man,
Mr. Vincent.

Are all these questions
really necessary?

I think so.

The need to dream is so strong

that when people
are deprived of them,

they will actually dream
while awake.

Hallucinate.

If the person is continually
deprived of dreaming,

he becomes mentally deranged.

That's hard to believe.

I assure you
I am not making it up.

How does it work?

The electrodes are attached
to the scalp.

The electrical impulses
which the brain gives off

are registered here.

When a dream starts,

a bell will
automatically ring,

which wakes the subject.

At this point, he has
total recall of the dream,

which we record on tape
for our records.

Now, if you'll excuse
me, Mr. Vincent,

I haven't had any lunch.

Well, you, uh,
still haven't explained

why Julian Reed
became psychotic.

Before I left him
for the night,

I turned on the machine.

Left him alone?

That's the usual
procedure.

That way, nobody
has to stay up all night.

There's a relay here.

After five interruptions,

this switch turns off
the machine

and allows
uninterrupted dreaming

for the rest of the night.

Unfortunately, the relay failed.

Unfortunately.

Professor Reed had been
without dreams for too long--

for over a week.

He was nearing
the point of breakdown.

That's why the machine
was set for only five a night.

What about this?

We also record pulse,
respiration, heartbeat.

(rhythmic beeping)

Hmm.

(rhythmic beeping)

What the devil
are you doing?

(rhythmic beeping)

Thank you
for your help.

Then I didn't take
you away from any major discoveries.

No, today was
a very discouraging day.

I discovered
about as much as you did.

You're a celebrity,
you know.

The whole staff
is taking bets

as to whether
you actually believe in planetary intruders

or if it's
a magnificent put-on.

I'm used to that
kind of stuff.

Can't make any
sense out of it.

I've checked everything
Julian's told me.

And found nothing
because there's nothing to find.

I'm going to
see him tonight.

Come with me.

I can't, David.

Why not?

These are our friendly
night watchmen.

Ralph, Alfie, I'd like for you
to meet Mr. Vincent.

So long,
Mrs. Reed.

Good night.

(dog barks)

(both barking)

Pat, he wants to
see his family.

I don't want Frankie
to see his father like that.

Not till he's better.

He is better.

He's calm, he's rational,

he's fully aware
of what happened.

Anyway, you wouldn't
have to take Frankie.

I know.

You haven't seen him
since he's been there.

Think I don't feel guilty
about that?

I'll go see him soon, David.

I promise.

I don't understand.

I want you to understand, David.

I suppose I have...

...seemed very cruel
and...

and unfeeling.

My grandfather...

was a wonderful
old man.

And I loved him dearly.

When I was seven...

we were left alone.

My parents
had gone out.

And all of a sudden, he just...

he just lost his mind.

He just went berserk!

He just smashed
everything in the house...

Before one of
the neighbors could subdue him.

That was the first
time in my life

I'd ever felt...

terror, I suppose.

I've just never been
able to forget it.

Well, that's all
very unfortunate,

but that's
a long time ago.

First my grandfather

and now Julian.

I keep looking
at Frankie.

He seems so withdrawn
ever since Julian is...

I just hope it's
my imagination.

Pat, you know insanity
is not hereditary.

No, but the
tendency is.

You know,
the weakness.

David, Julian was
always so strong,

and I need him now.

I need him
the way he was.

He needs you, too.

I'll tell you what,

why don't you
sleep on it, huh?

And I'll give him
your love.

No.

No, I'll give
it to him.

David, did Pat say when she... ?

Oh.

I'm sorry
I didn't come before,

but I couldn't.

Aw, that's all right.
I understand.

Hey.

Hey, this is
no kind of behavior

for a scientist.

How's Frankie?

He's fine.

We're both fine.

Nobody's bothered you?

No.

How are you?

Oh, good appetite,
pulse normal,

ready to get back
to the wars

and a little homesick.

David...

what about Brower?

You saw him?

Yeah.

He's, uh, kind of pompous,
but, uh...

he's just not an alien.

I checked his heartbeat.

Well, it's
some kind of trick.

That-That's wrong.

There's no question about it.

Well, he's an alien.

He-He rigged the machine.

Well, he explained that.

He said, uh, the relay
broke down on the machine.

And you believed him?

Julian, please.

DAVID:
It was an accident.

Please.

I think you're
covering up for him

because Jeff Brower
is an alien.

There were no signs.

You don't believe me,
do you?

Neither of you do.

The only one that does
is Frankie.

Frankie... what?

He saw them,
didn't he tell you?

What's the matter?

You're one of them.

I never saw
that before.

Saw what?

You're one of them!
Julian!

Julian!

Julian!
You're one of them!

He's an alien!

Look at his hands!

He's an alien!

Don't you see him?!

Go after him!

Don't hold me!

He's an alien!

You should be
after him, not me!

Sorry you came all this way
on a wild-goose chase.

I'm not.

I had to find out.

(sighs)

And you won't let me
drive you to the airport?

No. I'll catch a cab.

Pat, if there's
anything I can do

to help Julian...

I'll call, of course.

Will you and Frankie
be all right?

Mmm.

I'm going to work
very, very hard.

Hmm... kids bounce back.

(barking and snarling)

I don't believe it.

That's how
they die here.

Doesn't that
prove something?

No.

It just seems impossible.

Julian wrote me
before his illness

and told me about the aliens

and he was right--
they are here at Slaton.

Now, he thought
they were here

because of the
sophisticated projects

that are going
on here.

Can you tell me
anything about the projects?

Well, they,
they cover a...

a pretty broad area--

some environmental systems,

space medicine, nutrition.

My own project is
a theoretical propulsion engine.

Electromagnetic?

How did you know that?

Some of the people
I've worked with

think that's the kind of engine
they use

to propel their spacecraft.

Have you, uh, had any unusual
problems with the project?

Any interference?

None.

How about the other projects?

Well, we've had
a few projects scrapped.

Some, we had
high hopes for.

It could be
sabotage.

David,
that's impossible.

We send duplicate reports
to Washington.

They keep a record
of everything.

Do you send
the reports yourself?

No, we give them to...

John Slaton.

All the reports
go through his office.

Do you think there's
any possibility that, uh...

That he's one of them?
Not a chance.

I've known him for years.

What if he sold out?

I don't believe it.

He was more than cordial

when I told him you were coming.

Can you give me any more?

Only that if I were an alien,

I'd give priority
to a propulsion system

they're working on here.

It happens to be
Pat Reed's project.

Agreed. I'll put in a call
to Washington.

Thanks, Ed.

Let me know.

Frankie?

Frank?

Mind if I come in?

Frankie, last night,
when I saw your dad...

he said you had
seen something.

What was it?

I don't know what he meant.

Something strange, spooky.

I didn't see anything, honest.

Frankie, this is important.

No, I didn't.

Really, I didn't.

All right,
I believe you.

Mr. Vincent...

he made me promise
not to tell anyone.

He won't mind you telling me.

I'd been down on the pier,
fishing,

by the amusement park,

and I saw a couple
of kooky-looking guys

go in there.

Why was that strange?

Well, 'cause it's all shut down
for the winter.

Anyway, I climbed the wall
just to take a look,

and there was a lot
of funny-looking machinery.

I told my dad

and he started
poking around there.

And... and the next
thing I knew, he...

he, he was...

Hey, Frankie,
Frankie...

It wasn't your fault.

I'm afraid if
they found I...

found out I know...

they're going to
do it to me, too.

Don't worry about that.

Just don't worry.

Your mom will be home
in a few minutes.

Will you tell her
I went to the amusement park?

Where is it?

West side of town.

Okay.

(seagulls screeching
in distance)

* *

* *

(alarm sounding)

There's somebody
in the restricted area.

Jensen, take over.

* *

* *

* *

(bubbling)

It's so strange.

It doesn't make
scientific sense.

It's not
strange, Pat.

Turn a computer
loose on it.

It's like an infinite
number of typewriters

and an infinite
number of monkeys.

BROWER:
Do you really think you'd get Hamlet?

What happened to you?

Where have you been?

The amusement park.

Fall off
the roller coaster?

David... I don't
believe you know

all these gentlemen.

May I introduce to you
Art Llewellan,

this is Paul Meyers,

and Jeff, I believe
you know. David Vincent.

Vincent.

Aren't you the fellow that...?

I'm the one.

I thought so.

We were just discussing
going to other planets.

Sit in.
Tell us about your spacemen.

I can do better than that.

I can show you some.

After all, if we can go
to other planets,

why can't people
from other planets come here?

We're not saying
there's no such animal.

We're willing to acknowledge
the possibility

of life on other planets,

but in the
absence of proof,

we rather doubt that that
life is here right now.

I can show you proof.

David, you must be freezing.

BROWER:
Proof is to him as he sees it,

which means that what
may be proof to you

is not necessarily proof to us.

There's alien machinery
at the amusement park.

Well, the, um,
penny arcade

or the Tunnel of Love?

You're beginning
to sound like Julian.

What kind of machines?

I don't know.

LLEWELLAN:
Describe them.

I was jumped
before I could see them.

I only heard them.

"Jumped"? By whom?

Julian's psychosis
must be contagious.

Do you have feelings
of persecution, Mr. Vincent?

Can't you stop playing
psychologist for a moment?

I'm not being paranoid.

Gentlemen, the meeting is over.

Good night.

All I ask is that
one of you come with me.

I thought scientists explored
every possibility.

But on a cold night,

we also weigh
the probabilities.

Good night,
Mr. Vincent.

Good night, Pat.
See you tomorrow.

LLEWELLAN:
Good night.

PAT:
Good night.

(door closes)

I saw them, too,
and so did Dad.

You march on out
of here, mister,

and go to bed.

I told Mr. Vincent that...

Move!

You're turning your back
on this whole thing.

(door closes)

Now, look, I won't have you
involving my son

in your fantasies.

But it's true.
He saw something.

Will you listen to
me for a minute?

No, I won't
listen to you!

I am sick to death
of hearing about aliens

and being reminded that
my-my husband has had

a nervous breakdown,

and now you're trying
to involve my son.

I-I like you, David,
but I think it would be better

if you found
another place to stay.

Pat...

No. It-it would be best. Really.

I don't like the idea
of you and Frankie being alone.

Will you stop it, David?!

Sorry.

You're sorry; I'm sorry;
the whole world is sorry.

I've just had too much happen
to me in too short a time.

I know.

No, you don't know.

You think you do,
but you don't.

I need Julian, David.

I am so weak without him.

David.

I just had a long session
with Washington.

They reached a decision
yesterday on Pat Reed's project.

They're going to cancel.

Did they give any reason?

Faulty chain of reasoning--
something pretty esoteric,

but they feel
they're no further along

than they were six months ago.

After what happened to Julian
and now this.

Pat's going to be crushed.

I know. It's a darn shame.

She'll probably get official
notification sometime tomorrow.

Listen, is it possible

that someone could have
changed those reports

before the government
people saw them?

It's possible.

I'll try to get hold of a copy.

Can you break away
from the plant?

Good.

Yeah, I'll be staying
at the Rancho Motel.

Okay, fine.

Bye.

Pat.

What reports?

(sighs)

Yours.

That was Edgar Scoville.

I'm afraid the reaction in
Washington was rather negative.

That's not possible, David.

We've made
a real breakthrough.

It is possible that someone
tampered with those reports

before they got to Washington.

Oh, I don't believe that, David.

For your sake,
I hope we're wrong.

(car horn honking)

That must be my cab.

(sighs)

You call me if you
need me, will you?

Yes, I will.

(rhythmic beeping)

(rhythmic beeping)

You don't believe me.

Nobody believes me.

Julian, stop it!

You're one of them!
Stop it, Julian!

That's what you are.
You're one of them.

You're an alien!

DAVID:
Yes.

Look at his hands!
He's an alien!

DAVID:
Yes. Julian, stop this!

He's an alien!

Why don't you
go after him?

He's an alien!

Go after him!
He's an alien!

He's an alien!

He's an alien.
Don't you realize that?!

He's an alien!

(bell ringing)

(ringing stop, rhythmic beeping)

What's proof to you, Vincent,
may not be proof to us.

Alien machinery
at the amusement park.

Where, in the
Tunnel of Love?

You sound
just like Julian.

What kind
of machines?

DAVID:
I'm not sure.

Then how do you know
they're alien machines?

I heard the sound.
I was jumped.

By whom?

(men chuckling)

I don't know.

You sound
just like Julian.

What kind of machines?

(men laughing)

DAVID:
I don't know.

(laughter)

I don't know!

(laughter)

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know!

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know!

(rhythmic beeping)

And that's all they
said-- canceled.

I can't understand it,
either.

I'm sorry, Pat--
really sorry.

(sighs)

But you read the reports, John.

They were good reports.

They were better than good.

They staked out
a whole new direction for us,

a whole new way
of investigation.

If this were the first time,

I'd charge it up to Washington
red tape

or bureaucracy
or lack of funds.

Well, at least it doesn't come
as a surprise.

What do you mean?

David told me last night.

David Vincent.

He talked to Scoville.

Scoville had talked
to Washington.

It was so incredible

that I could hardly
make myself believe it.

Let me check this through.

In the meantime,
you go out

and buy yourself
an expensive lunch.

You'll feel better.

Thank you, John.

(bell ringing)

(rhythmic beeping)

(bell ringing)

(bell ringing)

(rhythmic beeping)

He's already here?

Don't worry.
I'll take care of my end.

Yes, he said the Rancho Motel.

He never registered.

Has a Mister...
a Mr. Scoville come by?

Yes, I know where that is.

Well, if you see
either one of them,

will you have them
call Pat Reed, please?

Yes, thank you.

Oh! Jeff.
Thank God you're here.

What's wrong, Pat?

Oh, just everything.

It's just like
some crazy nightmare.

Julian ill
and David disappeared

and my project canceled.
It just...

Take it easy.

There are answers
for these things.

Vincent will show up.

But what about my project?

Why was it canceled,

like he said
it would be?

I know it's a blow,
but back off for a day.

Give Slaton a chance
to follow through.

No. It was going too well.

I've got my research notes,

and I'm going to get them
to Washington now.

Good idea.

If I can help...

No, Jeff,
you're very dear to offer,

but I've got to ask someone

who can take them
straight to the top.

Dr. Slaton?

No. David has a friend--

a man
by the name of Mr. Scoville.

He said
he'd be at the motel

but no one's seen him.

He'll turn up, Edgar.

Chances are he's
off looking for aliens someplace.

Don't put him down, John.

I'm not putting him down.

It's just that, well,
he's created quite a stir

among some of our people.

Let me tell
you something.

These aliens
you're scoffing at

are possibly
responsible

for some of
your projects being canceled.

Edgar, a week ago,

if anybody tried to talk
to me seriously

about invaders from outer space,

I'd have tossed them out
on their ear,

but today...

Today I'll buy any explanation
of what's going on,

rational
or otherwise.

That magnetic propulsion engine
is one of our key projects.

Pat Reed has the most
extraordinary facility

for blending science
and imagination.

I've read all the reports.
They're excellent.

Then why did they cancel?

I don't know.

Edgar, what's it all about?

Here's a copy
of your report,

the way it arrived
in Washington.

I suggest you read it.

(phone rings)

Dr. Slaton's office.

This is Pat Reed.

Uh, has an Edgar Scoville
been there?

No, Dr. Reed.

No one's been by here
since lunch.

Oh. Well, if he comes in,
or if you see David Vincent,

would you have them call me
in my lab?

It is terribly important.

Of course.

Edgar, these aren't
the reports I read.

They're the ones that
went to the government.

Who had them after you?

Nobody. They were typed up
fresh and sent in.

Who typed them?

Mrs. Fielding, my... secretary.

Empty. Half our
records are gone.

Including Pat
Reed's report.

Well, is there
another copy?

She'll have
her research notes.

That'll be good enough.

(phone rings)

Hello.

Sorry, she's not back
from lunch yet.

Sure. Glad to.

Who was that?

Somebody
for your assistant.

Sounded like a boyfriend.

Oh. Scoville left
word at the motel

that he'd be at
Slaton's office.

I'm going over
there and wait.

If anybody can get
these reports to Washington, it's him.

Like me to come with you?

I'd appreciate
that very much.

Hold it!

Oh, n-never mind.

You go right ahead.

I-I forgot something.

What's the matter?

That man-- his hand.

Didn't you see it?

David says some of the aliens
have hands like that

with a mutated finger.

Pat...

I'm sorry, Jeff,
I'm afraid to go up there.

Tell you what.

Come over to my lab.

You'll be safe there.

I promise you
I'll find Scoville.

Okay.

There's not
a sign of them.

Where the devil
can Pat be?

I'm John Slaton.

Oh, yes, sir, I know.

This is important.

When Professor Reed
gets back from lunch

have her contact me immediately.

Have you got it?

Yes, sir,
but, uh, well,

Mrs. Reed got back from lunch
almost an hour ago.

She got back?
Oh, yes, sir.

She just left the building
with Mr. Brower,

just a couple
of minutes ago.

Brower?

Yes, that's
Julian Reed's assistant.

Brower? That could have been...

That was Brower on the phone.

You'd better come with us.

(rhythmic beeping)

I think I'll call
the motel again.

(bell ringing)

(ringing continues)

David.

David...

What?! What are you...?!

Jeff!

Jeff...

You can't be one of them.

The heartbeat.

Figure it out.

You're a scientist.

A mechanical heart.

A pacemaker.

(knocking on door)

It's Fielding.

(screaming)

(screaming continues)

Get the car.

Take care of him.

Break it open.

(gunshot)

David!

(gunshot)

David,
are you all right?

This is what they did
to Julian.

Feeling better?

Yeah. Another
couple of minutes...

Thank you, Edgar.

Sorry, Pat--
checkmate.

(chuckling)

Can't win 'em all.

I have a plane to catch.

Take care of yourself, huh?

Mr. Slaton's anxious
to put you back to work.

Thanks for everything,
David.

I'll see you to the door.
Okay.

Have I told you lately
how much I appreciate you?

No, not for a half hour.

Don't worry.
He's going to be all right.

He's responding to treatment.

If you hadn't come,
I wonder how all this

would have
turned out.

Oh, come on.

Good-bye.
Bye-bye.

NARRATOR:
Perhaps it has ended

for the Reed family,

but for David Vincent
it is still the beginning.

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