All language subtitles for The Invaders s02e20 The Organization.eng

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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