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David Vincent? Yes.

Mike Calvin. Hi.

You made good time.

Well, Scoville let me use his plane.

Is this the ship that saw the collision?

That's it.

What do you think?

You read my article in the Chronicle?

Yeah. "Meteorite collides with weather satellite."

Well, that's the air force opinion.

I did it from their angle.

What do you think?

I don't know.

Reports of flying saucers in that area, UFOs...

A meteor could have clobbered that satellite

but... I don't know.

Well, let's have a look.

Think you were followed?

Well, if there's evidence of alien spacecraft aboard,

they'll be after it, too.

You from the Chronicle?

Yeah. Your captain said we might look at the stuff.

Do a follow-up story.

Help yourself-- number three hold.

Couple of large crates.

DAVID: Say--

did you see the collision?

I'm not even sure it was a collision.

All I know is something started raining junk.

What kind of junk?

Oh, pieces of metal, tubing, wire.

That all?

That's all.

Look, I'm going ashore for a beer.

Nobody'll bother you.

What about the crew?

I checked. Most of them are ashore.

Hold it.

All right, let's go.

Mike?

See anything?

Nothing but sacks and barrels.

What time did the ship dock?

10:00 this morning.

Well, that's over five hours ago.

They could have beaten us to it.

David, if the aliens took it, I was right--

that wreckage was important to them.

Looking for something?

Don't reach anywhere but up.

Get their guns.

Run, Mike!

Hold it!

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:

J.D. Cannon.

Chris Robinson.

Larry Gates.

Kent Smith.

Roy Poole.

NARRATOR: A search for evidence of an alien spacecraft

has led David Vincent into the hands of a ruthless enemy,

unaware that the freighter he searched

carried not one alien cargo, but two.

(phone dialing)

It wasn't there.

We did look.

It just wasn't there.

That's right, number three hold.

We sure did-- two of them.

No, one of them got away.

Vincent. David Vincent.

Yes, sir.

He's on his way.

All right, Vincent.

Let's start all over again.

Who told you about the shipment?

How'd you know where to find it?

And where's your partner?

He got away.

We'll find him.

You'll tell us where.

What happened?

We blew it. The wreckage wasn't there.

But they were? Right.

How far'd you tail them?

From the docks to the river, about a mile east of here.

And that's where you lost them?

Yeah. All right.

You start right here and work your way back.

I'll head west as far as Pinewood.

That's four miles.

I'll take the guards with me.

We'll split up to cover it.

There's a phone in my car.

If you find David, call me.

I will if I can.

Well, Mr. Vincent, you've had a difficult time of it.

I'm sorry.

But you did bring it on yourself.

Wait outside.

You know, Mr. Vincent,

I left a very spectacular cocktail party

just to come here and meet you.

(door closes)

My name's Kalter...

Peter Kalter.

What are you going to do with me?

What happens to you is entirely your decision.

Now... where do we find your partner?

He, uh... has something that belongs to us.

All he got away with was his life.

You know, your loyalty is almost poetic.

When you consider the consequences of it.

The consequences are mine, right?

I've nothing to say.

This was your first job, wasn't it?

If you were experienced,

you'd never hijack something you can't possibly handle.

Why not?

Because it takes an organization like ours

to get that much stuff cut and distributed.

I didn't know anything about your shipment

when I went aboard that freighter.

I'm not a naive man, Mr. Vincent.

I'm no hijacker.

Then what were you doing in that cargo hold?

Looking for something else. For what?

Pieces of metal...

electrical parts.

Look, there were several crates in that hold.

Maybe yours was taken with the one I wanted.

You're lying.

They took your drugs by mistake.

They?

Who, Mr. Vincent?

Who are they?

A group.

A group? What kind of group?

Who are they? Where do I find them?

You can't.

You know who I am?

Not even your organization can reach them.

We have a very long arm, Mr. Vincent.

Now, who are they?

(whistles)

KALTER: He's stalling.

All right, I'll tell you.

Your life...

depends on whether I believe what you tell me.

(gun cocking)

Invaders from space!

(laughing)

A man faced with dying

should be able to offer a more plausible story

in his defense.

A man faced with dying doesn't lie.

That can be your epitaph.

Mike.

Sorry, David.

You gave me a chance,

but I had to come back for you.

I found him prowling around with this.

Yeah. He's the one who got away.

You still expect me to believe your story

about creatures from space?

Look around outside.

David, who are these people?

Hoods.

I don't like that word, Mr. Vincent.

Now, where's our shipment?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm talking about life and death-- yours.

KALTER: Now, where is it?

He's telling the truth. He doesn't know.

Well, it's getting late,

and I want to get back to my cocktail party.

I don't think there's any reason to keep them alive.

Circle the town again.

If we strike out this time,

we'll head back toward the river.

KALTER: That one first, Perry.

He doesn't know anything.

You mean he hasn't admitted anything.

Your last chance.

KALTER: Where's our shipment? (gun cocking)

KALTER: You're next, friend.

Where is it?

Be ready.

All right, let him up.

KALTER: Bring him inside, let him go.

If you were stupid enough to take our shipment,

you wouldn't be stupid enough to die for it.

Let them go.

Scoville?

Edgar Scoville?

KALTER: An unexpected pleasure.

David, Mike, you all right?

Yeah.

What is this? Are they friends of yours?

They are.

I didn't know that.

That change anything?

Of course it would. I know Edgar Scoville.

Even if he wishes he didn't know me.

This, uh...

story of Vincent's...

do you believe that?

We're working together.

Why don't you tell me what this is about?

Maybe I can give you a hand.

No, thanks.

Hold it, Scoville.

Who do you think

you're talking to?

I could've hurt these friends of yours

if I were what you think I am.

You are.

Just how could you help us?

If I believed you?

I don't know. A lot of ways.

I have a big organization.

Some connections.

Not interested.

David. Mike.

You're not thinking of tying up

with guys like that, Mr. Kalter?

Of course not.

They're crazy.

Of course.

They'd have to be.

What did they want with you?

They were bringing in narcotics.

They thought we took their shipment.

I'm amazed he didn't kill you.

Peter Kalter's the worst kind of gangster there is.

For a while, I thought he was going to kill me.

What do you imagine he could do for us if he were on our side?

Kill a lot of people.

Some of the aliens, some of us

if he felt like it.

But he's not on our side.

We've got all we could do fighting one war at a time.

You basing that on newspaper accounts?

Fellow named Harold Beale--

he used to supply nuts and bolts

to a few plants in the Northeast, including mine--

wanted to testify against him.

Kalter had bombed his factory

because he couldn't get 50 percent for free.

They're still dragging the Hudson River for Harold Beale.

I met him myself last year.

A member put him up for the Uptown Athletic Club.

I blackballed him.

The member thought I wasn't being fair.

Brought him around so we could see what a prince he was.

Everybody else was for taking him in.

I blackballed him again--

one's all it takes--

and then resigned from the Uptown Athletic Club.

Peter Kalter doesn't like me and I don't like Peter Kalter.

And I don't like what you're thinking, David.

Come round to my office

first thing in the morning.

I want to show you a letter Harold's wife sent me

when he couldn't deliver some parts on time...

because somebody broke both his arms.

We have obligations, Pete,

to the suppliers, the wholesalers,

the distributors and to the users.

It isn't right to promise and not deliver.

No, I... know it isn't, Mr. Weller.

How soon can you recover the shipment?

I don't know.

To be honest with you,

I've reached a sort of dead end.

We're, uh...

We're talking about, uh...

ten, 11, 12 million dollars.

I think you should make another try.

Yes, sir. Of course.

David Vincent and his associates--

could they help you?

I don't think they're any closer to it than we are.

Well, they do have some story about who has it.

Mr. Weller, Vincent's in with some tough people.

A reporter, a man named Scoville who's a millionaire...

They're, uh... hard to push around.

Are they?

Really?

I have a bad feeling.

I don't like Vincent or Scoville.

I'm not sure we can trust them.

Maybe other solutions will present themselves.

I think you can handle them.

I'll try.

Good.

Thank you, Pete.

Call David Vincent for me.

Ask if I can see him.

She sounds like a fine woman.

She is,

and her husband was a fine man.

Well, I agree with you, Edgar.

Kalter deserves everything you said about him.

But... what?

He has an organization.

Hundreds of connections all over town

who can help us find what we're looking for.

Now, what's our first responsibility

to fight people like Kalter or aliens?

Aliens... but that doesn't mean we have to use Kalter.

We know the aliens have his narcotics,

and he has the manpower to get them back.

And maybe the crates containing the saucer fragments.

I think we should give it a try.

No.

He can help us get the crates back

and maybe uncover some good evidence.

No!

Look, Edgar, if it doesn't work out,

we can forget it ever happened. But it will have happened.

He'll get his narcotics back

and you'll know too much.

They'll never let you out.

No.

We all know the morality of it.

When is it all right to fight fire with fire?

But what really worries me is,

you'll get into this thing

and you'll see something you shouldn't

and you could wind up like Harold Beale

in the bottom of the Hudson River.

I know that-- but I still think we should give him a chance.

You didn't return my call.

How did you get in here?

I've been calling you since last night.

Your apartment; here.

No calls came in here.

I, uh...

overheard you say we might work together.

What about it?

If we do, what do we go after...

aliens or narcotics?

Well, one hand washes the other, Mr. Vincent.

No deal.

We're going after aliens.

We find narcotics, they go in the river.

Let's go.

I don't know, Mr. Scoville.

I told them I'd listen to them, but that's all.

You bet I will.

Yes, sir.

All right, what do you want, David?

A story in your paper.

Saying what?

A crate containing wreckage

from that collision between the weather satellite

and the meteorite

is being moved from Pier 56 to Comden Air Base tomorrow.

A trap story.

They figure they missed one, they'll come after it.

That's it.

CALVIN: Sorry, I can't do it.

Edgar was right--

you lie down with dogs, you get up with fleas.

It's starting already.

You want me to put a phony story in the paper...

And next we're going to ask you

to trip a blind widow crossing the street in traffic.

Look, you want them as much as we do.

You know, scruples are marvelous

but, uh, this once, do yourself a favor--

forget them.

That's not the way, Kalter.

Mike...

how about it?

Just one favor.

All right, the morning edition.

(wry laughter)

Well, where are your aliens, Mr. Vincent?

Maybe they didn't see the story in the paper.

Or maybe they saw it and didn't believe it.

Or maybe I just talked myself into it

because I wanted to believe.

Well, I think we've wasted enough time.

Let's go back.

Not yet.

We're almost to the air base.

Turn around.

We're being followed.

Pull over. I don't want any trouble.

What's the speed limit through here?

Sixty-five.

I'm doing 50.

Pull over-- I said I don't want any trouble.

You hear a siren or see red lights?

I don't think he's a cop.

(explosion)

(tires squealing)

(tires squealing)

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

This tank is going to blow.

(loud explosion)

(sighs)

Now, why did you do it, Vincent?

I wanted you alive.

Now we're such good friends?

So you can tell your people what you know.

Well, you saved my life.

Now we're quits. (coin clattering)

Now, who do you think really took the shipment?

I told you what happened this morning.

But you didn't see any of those things

that Vincent told you about?

They hit the truck.

That ought to prove something.

We're just asking what, Pete.

What did the motorcycle cop look like?

He looked like a cop.

Look, I know this sounds wild.

Pete, this Vincent's running you in circles.

Maybe he's trying to make a deal for our stuff

for someone outside the country.

Bring him in.

Mr. Vincent, we don't want any harm to come to you,

or to anyone else for that matter.

We'll forget that you know something of our operation.

Now, what is this all about?

Tell us the truth.

I told you everything I can.

Oh, be reasonable.

Bloodless people with no heart or pulse--

it's too much.

(phone rings)

We're waiting.

(phone ringing continues)

We're wasting our time.

Good day, Mr. Vincent.

If I walk out of here, how far do I get, Kalter?

Kalter's out of it now.

Yes.

Oh, hello, Mr. Scoville.

No, I'm sorry, he's not here.

And you'll have to remember

that when Dom called several times yesterday,

you said he wasn't there either.

Dom...

Yes, Mr. Kalter?

How many times did you call Mr. Scoville yesterday?

Six... seven.

You're a liar.

You didn't call at all. Why not?

What is this foolishness, Peter?

How do you know he didn't call?

Scoville told me.

You'll take his word over one of your own?

Maybe he has a reason for not having called.

Maybe he wanted to keep us apart.

What reason? I called.

You're a liar. Why?

Kalter, feel his pulse.

See if he has one.

Dom...

Mr. Kalter, you're not going to listen to this guy.

You've had your pulse taken before.

Hold out your hand.

(gunshots)

As I said, no blood, no pulse or heartbeat.

When they die they incinerate.

Are there many of them?

Enough.

Now, will you work with us?

We'll have to dig them out.

And find our shipment.

Pete...

Give Mr. Vincent whatever he needs.

He's here.

(knocking on door)

There's your man, Vincent.

Name's Amos Foster.

Look, I've got an office down at the city hall.

Why do you drag me way out here?

This is private.

You're with the building permits bureau?

Industrial.

I need a list of factories and warehouses

that have been given permits to use high-voltage lines--

the maximum the city allows.

Recent?

The last three or four months.

There aren't too many of those.

I could have it for you by tomorrow.

I need it today.

Look...!

By noon.

Can we depend on him?

Yeah, he's on our payroll

for as much as the city pays him.

You can depend on him.

Well, when he brings the list, I want every place checked.

Do you have enough men?

Yeah, we've got enough men.

Look for places that are abandoned

or seem to be out of business.

If you see any activity, call me.

Vincent's war isn't ours.

All we want is our shipment back.

And we have to be careful not to get involved.

(knocking)

Foster came through with a list of three places--

two warehouses and a private museum.

Vincent wants to get on it right away.

All right. You know what to look for.

If you find the shipment, bring it to me

and, uh... thank Mr. Vincent for us.

Yes, sir.

No, wait a minute.

Look, I couldn't care less about Vincent,

but these aren't hoodlums we're fighting.

You saw what happened with Dom.

If Vincent's right, we're going to need him.

It's not our fight.

Let's look out for number one, eh, Pete?

Just like you said.

Our guy heard a humming sound that shook the place.

No power lines leading to it.

No power lines?

No.

Let's look around.

Maybe the next one, huh?

If there's anybody inside, take them alive.

(electronic whirring)

But you can't deal with them.

They want a meeting.

We'll meet with them.

How can it hurt?

You know what they are.

Vincent's told you.

Pete, we don't care what they are.

All we want is to get the shipment back.

I wasn't thinking of... of us.

He told you how they work, what they want.

Relax, Peter.

If they take over the world,

they'll have to take it over from us.

Good afternoon.

My name is Weller.

This is Mr. Court and Mr. Kalter.

I call myself Dorcas.

Can I offer you gentlemen a drink?

Thank you, that isn't why we came.

We would like you to leave our installations alone.

No.

We know why you're applying this pressure.

Then, you know how you can stop it.

Return the shipment to you?

You have it, then?

DORCAS: Yes, but not with us.

Well, deliver it to us and we'll work this out.

That's one condition.

We also want David Vincent.

No deal.

There is no deal without Vincent.

We'll destroy the shipment.

And we'll destroy every other installation of yours

we can lay our hands on.

DORCAS: That will only keep us out of the city

for a little while...

and you won't get your drugs back.

Pete... he's making sense.

You know what they'll do to Vincent.

DORCAS: No need to be upset, Mr. Kalter.

We'll take Vincent dead or alive.

If you like, you can kill him.

Of course, we would need proof.

Dorcas... you have yourself a deal.

Pete...

take care of it, will you?

Mike... Edgar.

Good to see you, David.

Everything all right?

Just fine.

I've heard about your successes.

Congratulations.

Kalter has a very efficient organization.

Yes, he has.

As a matter of fact, he's knocking over everything in sight.

I just heard from Mike what's next.

You.

Kalter's put out a contract on you.

Who told you?

I know a hundred hoods. The small ones talk.

David, you better leave the city at once.

I'll arrange a place for you to hide out.

He's right.

Do it.

Why would he want to kill me before he got his shipment?

I smell a deal.

He wouldn't make a deal.

You can't be sure.

David, you've got

to protect yourself.

I hear you're trying to kill me.

You're asking me to deny a rumor, Vincent.

I never do that.

Now, you either trust us or you don't.

I don't care what Calvin said.

No, there's nothing to it.

Why should we?

You made a deal with the aliens, me for the shipment.

Look, I'll even go with you tonight.

There's a club over on Yale Street--

The Red Lion.

Meet me there in an hour.

Fine.

He denied it, of course.

He's going with me.

I know... I could be walking into a trap.

Think he'll show up, Pete?

Yes.

You were very convincing.

Very.

Is something bothering you, Pete?

Like what?

You told me to set him up; I set him up.

What more do you want?

At the meeting today, you almost blew the deal.

I said I'd go through with it

and I will.

And we appreciate it.

(soft, slow piano music playing)

Ah, Vincent. Sit down.

We're going to need help tonight.

Where are the rest?

They'll be enough.

I said, sit down.

What'll you a drink?

Nothing.

I'll have another.

What are we celebrating?

You name it.

We have work to do, you know?

Ah, yes.

We'll get it done.

You own this place?

We own a lot of places.

A lot of people, too.

That's what makes the system run.

It seems to me, it runs on fear.

Most things do.

I was watching you with Court and Weller.

I'm glad you understand that, Vincent.

Everyone's afraid.

We all have to do certain things,

whether we... want to or not.

The only way to avoid unpleasant things is...

to get out.

In my business, there's only one way out.

Do you blame me for wanting to stay alive?

You don't have to apologize for it.

I wasn't apologizing, Vincent.

I just want you to know that I do what I have to do...

in order to stay alive.

That's right...

I have a gun in my hand.

So you did sell out.

Why not?

What you're doing, that's not my fight.

Scoville said so; my people said so--

"Butt out, Kalter. Look out for number one."

Who'd you set me up for-- the organization or the aliens?

Get up, Vincent.

Walk to the door.

Don't try to run.

Please.

Ring the bell.

(bell ringing)

Here's our part of the deal.

Do your own killing.

Very well.

There's our part.

Take Vincent.

Hold it!

Open the crate.

It's all there, Mr. Kalter.

DAVID: Kalter...

You had better call it off.

I'm afraid he can't.

What is this?

We've been observing

how your organization works, Mr. Kalter.

Isn't this how you protect yourself

at a meeting of this kind?

Well?

It's the stuff.

This does not concern you, Mr. Kalter.

Put them away.

Let's go.

Go on, Kalter.

You don't owe me anything.

Go on!

It's not your fight, remember?!

Hit them!

Look out!

Well, you didn't get what you were looking for.

Neither did you.

Maybe.

He didn't recover their drugs.

That's all they cared about.

Well, if it wasn't for that,

it would have been for something else.

If not now, later.

I don't know.

He had it all-- everything he wanted.

He didn't have to take any risks

except this one-- to save David's life.

All in all...

I don't think he did too badly.

NARRATOR: Two hours after his decision to save David's life,

Peter Kalter left the organization for good.

He had joined the fight against another organization--

a fight which David Vincent will continue.

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