All language subtitles for The Invaders s02e22 The Vise.eng

(upbeat music playing)

(sighs)

Edgar, we don't even know
if this is a contact point.

Three Tuesdays
in a row...

always between
6:30 and 7:00

and always
the same alien

and I had him followed
by different guards.

What else
could it be?

Maybe he just likes
the service.

(music continues)

That's it.

Need some gas?

Be with you
in a minute.

Interested in some tires,
mister?

No, I'd like to see
that briefcase.

(crashing and clattering)

(grunts)

Hold it!

(tires screech)

You all right?

Yeah.

The other
one got away.

Anything worthwhile
in there?

I don't know.

Most of it seems to be in code.

I've seen
this one before.

Yeah, so have I...

on one
of the TV newscasts.

He's been nominated to head up

some important new
tracking facility

specially geared for the
exploration of space.

Well, if that tracking facility
can help us get out into space,

it could help the aliens
coming in.

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:

Raymond St. Jacques...

Janet MacLachlan...

Roscoe Lee Browne...

Kent Smith.

NARRATOR:
For two daysa senate subcommittee has been meeting

to consider the nomination
of a man named Arnold Warren

for an important post

in the international
space program.

David Vincent has reason
to believe

that Warren is an alien.

He has 24 hours to prove it.

DAVID:
Mr. Baxter?

Yes.

David Vincent--
I left a note at your office.

Yes, I read it.

Why don't you call my secretary

and see if we can't
set something up for next week?

Your report on Warren
is due tomorrow.

That'll be all, gentlemen.

Thank you.

Not that way.

Why not?

That's David
Vincent talking

to the committee
investigator.

Five minutes is
all I'm asking for.

Mister Vincent, I have
a luncheon engagement.

I don't think you could
convince me

of anything in five minutes.

I can if you're willing
to listen.

Come with me.

Five minutes.

(chuckles dismissively)

Vincent, I've heard some beauts
in my time,

but you've
got them all whipped.

(sighs)

"Arnold Andrew Warren,

born March 18, 1925."

You saw the birth certificate?

Baptismal,
and I spoke with his father.

He does have a father?

Maybe.

"Attended public schools."

I saw the diploma.

At his father's place,
I suppose.

At his father's place.

"Enlisted in the army in '43.

"Won the DSC
with the 101st airborne on D-Day.

"After the war, he went to work
for Carter Electronics.

They went out of business
in '49."

It figures.

(knocking at door)

Jim, you in there?

Oh, yeah, honey.

Hi, Daddy.

Hi, champ.
How are you?

I going to have
lunch with you.

That's right.
That's a deal.

Oh, uh... Mr. Vincent,
my wife Mrs. Baxter.

How do you do?

Mr. Vincent was
just leaving.

Nice to have met you.

Nice to have met you,
Mr. Vincent.

Michael, don't mess
up Daddy's desk.

Apparently,
you think

this Warren is really
something special.

I do.

Well, he, uh,
he must have been

to have been awarded the DSC
with a unit

that wasn't integrated
until six or seven years later.

See you later.

Celia...

Yes?

Do you remember
when the army was integrated?

'50, '51...
somewhere in there.

What's the matter?

It's Warren.

He lied to me.

No, no...

I didn't say I got it
in the 101st.

I said I got it
with the 101st.

That's a very subtle
distinction, Mr. Warren.

I'm not
quite sure...

Now you're bound and determined
to ruin my image.

Well, here goes--
the plain truth.

I was a cook.

(laughs)

A cook?

Yes... assigned
to a field kitchen

in the area of the 101st.

Now, the Germans overran
our lines

and I found myself with an M-1
instead of a spatula.

Now, I think those airborne guys
were more grateful

not having to eat my cooking

than they were
over anything else.

Anyway, that's
where the DSC came from.

(horn honking)

I hope
that clears everything up.

Yeah. Yeah, I think
we're on the beam again.

It must really
get to you

having to hear out
someone like Vincent.

Doesn't make things any easier,
that's for sure.

Well, have a good lunch
and I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah... see you tomorrow.

Well, are you
satisfied now?

No, I'm not.

I didn't mention Vincent.

They did.

Yes, I'd, uh...
like to call Syracuse, New York,

person to person, collect--

Mr. Edgar Scoville,
s-c-o-v-i-double l-e.

Yeah, well,
I may have shaken him up a bit,

but, uh, he's still
handing in the report tomorrow.

Mmm.

Well, I can ask him,

but I don't know
if he'll show up.

10:00?

All right.

Right.

I'll talk with you later.

So long.

(tires squealing)

You know, that boy
and his blanket--

he can't find it

and he won't go to
sleep without it.

You can go ahead and look,
but it's not in here.

That report
will be ready

for tomorrow, won't it?

That's hard to say.

Maybe it will
and maybe it won't.

But I thought
you'd finished it.

Heading up
that tracking station

is a pretty important post
for a Negro, isn't it?

Oh, so that's it.

I just asked a question.

Just because
he's Negro,

I'm not going to
whitewash him.

"Whitewash"?!

Oh, please, don't
push me, Celia.

MICHAEL:
Find my blanket yet?

Michael, who do you think

the best baseball player
in the world is?

Willie Mays.

And who's the best
football player?

Gale Sayers.

You go on in now.

I'll be along to tuck you in.

He needs heroes, Jim--

black ones.

Hey, Mike!

Who throws a football

better than anyone else?

Johnny Unitas.

Is this a game?

No, champ, not really.

Go to bed now.

Now, what was your point, Celia?

(doorbell rings)

Oh, hello, Vincent.

I'm sorry I can't
let you in.

I'm trying
to put the kid to bed.

Did you at least ask him about
the 101st Airborne Division?

Oh, yes, I did,
and he answered satisfactorily.

Satisfactorily?
What does that mean?

It means I'm an investigator,
Vincent.

That's a fancy word for a cop.

And a cop moves on
facts, not hunches.

And he's supposed
to keep an open mind.

Aren't you?

Vincent, I don't want
any part of this.

Neither do I-- I never have--
but I know they're here.

Just listen to me
for a minute, will you?

A friend of mine,
Edgar Scoville,

has a plant on River Road.

He's had his own men
investigating this case

for a long time.

He wants to meet with you.

Meet me in the south parking lot
at 10:00 tonight.

Good night, Vincent.

Please take the card.

Did Mr. Vincent leave?

Yeah.

I found it
under the couch.

Here, give it to me.

I'll put it over him.

Love you.

Oh.

(chuckles)

Love you, too.

Dinner.

Where's Scoville?

In Syracuse.

Well, I thought
you wanted me to meet him.

No, I meant I wanted
you to talk to him.

Sit down.

Closed-circuit TV.

He uses it for inter-
plant conferences.

Evening, David...

Mr. Baxter.

Mr. Scoville.

What convinced you to come here,
Mr. Baxter?

The trusting part of me says
I should keep an open mind.

The cynical part says
I should give you

enough rope to
hang yourselves.

That's all, Mr. Baxter?

No, it's not.

Call it a cop's intuition...

call it what you want...

there's always been
something about Warren

that didn't quite jibe.

Something
that wasn't...

Human.

That's your term,
not mine.

Not yet.

David's probably told you
that aliens don't bleed.

Two years ago, Warren headed
a construction project

in South America.

There was an explosion
on the job.

18 men were pretty badly cut up.

17 of them bled.

Warren became sort of a legend
down there.

The natives called him
"the man who couldn't bleed."

I did some checking

on the doctor who treated him...
Hold it.

Show me that picture again.

His hand.

His hand.

What are you talking about?

Look at the palm of my hand...

...then his.

It's darker.

I never saw a black man
like that before.

Tomorrow he makes
a television address

in Baltimore,
and then he says

he's going fishing
up at Beaver Kill.

So?

There's a regeneration station
there.

We've been trying to pinpoint it
for months.

We figure
if he doesn't show there,

he'll die.

Now, if there's a way

to postpone
tomorrow's hearing...

I can try.

And if we can find a way
to keep him here...

Oh, man.

If... if...

if I had a hundred legs,
I'd be the Rockettes.

All right. I'll see
what I can find out

from his so-called father.

We'll meet here
tomorrow afternoon.

No, you'd better not.

My wife Celia...

well, her brother was killed
seven months ago.

Vietnam war?

No.

The one in this country.

Last summer... Detroit.

Anyway, it's important to her

that we keep things moving.

If she were to find
out that I was trying

to stop Warren's
appointment...

No problem. We'll arrange
to meet somewhere else.

I'll call you.

Thank you.
I appreciate it.

See you.

Senator?

This is Jim Baxter.

I'm terribly sorry to have
to disturb you at this hour,

but I'm afraid
there's going to be a delay

on the Warren security report.

Oh, well, no. I don't want
to say how serious it is now

until I have time
to look into it tomorrow.

Oh, no, sir.

It's absolutely necessary.

I know what I said, Senator,

and I'm sorry to throw
a monkey wrench into it.

Oh, no, sir,
I'll definitely need the weekend.

Yes, sir.
Well, thank you, Senator.

Thank you very much.

Celia!

RADIO NEWSCASTER:
Meanwhile, in Vietnam,

VC guerrillas were
successfully driven back

from two villages yesterday

and U.S. Marines have moved in

to consolidate
their positions there.

American casualties
for the month

are down almost 50%.

A spokesman
for the Secretary of Defense...

Mr. Warren?

Yes, sir.

What can I do
for you?

Bob Tobin, freelance writer.

I was thinking of doing
an article on your son.

I'd like to ask
some questions.

Oh, sure.

Come right up, young man.

I'll be glad

to talk about Arnold
any day of the week.

NEWSCASTER:
Bad news again for Mr. And Mrs. Consumer.

Figures compiled by the
Department of Labor Statistics

reveal that the cost of living
index has risen another...

Can I get you a cup
of coffee or anything?

No, thank you.

Well, let me shut off
this contraption here...

so we can hear
ourselves think.

Now... so you ask me
any old thing

you have a mind to.

Well, let's begin
with his childhood.

DAVID:
What kind of student was he?

Do you remember
what schools he went to?

Mr. Baxter,
I understand

that it was you who requested
a delay of the hearings.

That's right.

Well, if there's anything
I can do to expedite matters,

I'd be happy to.

You see, I have a speaking
engagement this evening

and an appointment with
a very large... trout

for the weekend.

There's nothing
you can do.

Mr. Baxter...

you know as well as I do
that delays feed rumors...

and rumors can cause
a great deal of trouble,

especially for a man like me.

You understand.

Like you?

No, I don't understand.

Well, I'm trying to say
as politely as I know how

that you're not being
very loyal to your race.

Which race is that?

Negro... or human?

I'm sorry, I couldn't
help you out anymore, son,

but it seems like
a lot of them dates

just gets all boggled
up in my head.

That's all right.

I understand quite well.

Looking
for something?

This your car?

I rented it.
Why?

We got a robbery report
a couple hours ago.

A car just like this.

Oh, yeah?

May we see your
license, please?

Don't policemen usually ask
for the license separately?

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

Vincent got away!

The afternoon papers
say you might have found

something to
disqualify Warren.

Is that true?

Maybe.

I don't know yet.

Can you tell me what it is?

Honey, it's a whole bunch
of things.

Little things, maybe.

But mainly, his record
doesn't verify.

One company
that he worked for

they've gone
out of business.

Another's
been nationalized.

The church
where he was christened

all of their records
have been destroyed.

But most important...

it's his hands.

The color of the skin
of the palms...

The color of his skin!

What's wrong
with the color of his skin?

The color of the skin
of the palms...

Jim, what's wrong with you?

Well, there's
nothing wrong with me.

I'm trying to tell you...

You wouldn't be this hard on
a white man and you know it.

You started this song and dance,
now you finish it.

Well, it's true.

You're playing Whitey.

Trying to find some picky
little thing wrong with him

just so you can prove
you're better than he is.

Well, I am better.

I have to be better.

I have to be...

better than
anyone else.

I don't even raise my voice
in a family argument, see?

Because I don't want them to say

we don't know how to have
a good family life.

I mow that stinking, lousy lawn

not once, but twice a week

because this house
is going to be neater,

more well kept, than any
other house on the block.

You want black heroes?

Fine.

I want them, too.

But they're going to be
real heroes-- no flaws--

the absolute best.

So we've got to run faster

just to stay in the same place,
is that it?

Yes, I'm afraid
that's it.

And you better
get used to it.

(tires squealing)

(jukebox plays R&B music)

All right, baby,
you feel that way-- bye.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Mrs. Baxter,
this is David Vincent.

I'm in a bar called Ollie's
at Fifth and Coolidge.

Tell your husband
I'm in trouble.

They have me pinned down here
but there's an alley out back.

I'm sorry, you've reached
the wrong number.

Hey, Casey...

what's going
on up there?

Help you?

Change for the phone,
please.

Right.

Cops-- looking
for somebody, I guess.

Hey, mister.

Yeah.

Here's your change.
Thank you.

I, uh...

don't make much money
off phone calls, friend.

Yeah, I'll have a beer.

He's not sure
he's going to make it.

He wants to come up there
right now.

Well, he's getting weaker.

That's why he wants
to cancel the speech.

Well, what do they say?

All right, we'll
do it that way.

They're going to bring
the regeneration van to Baltimore.

Five minutes after
the TV show, you'll be as good as new.

I'll never make it.

Of course you can
always call them back

and tell them you don't
accept their decision.

I'll be fine...

just fine.

(sewing machine whirs)

Do you have to run
that thing?

No, only if you want
Michael to have some clothes to wear.

Vincent should've
called by now.

Maybe he forgot.

No, he said
he would call.

Celia?

Where's Michael?

Why? What's wrong?

He left the phone
off the hook.

Michael Baxter!

You come here
right now.

He's at the Harlands, Jim.

He can't hear you.

Well, Vincent
could've been trying

to reach me for hours.

Well, if it's important,
he'll call back.

"If it's important"?!

Jim, do you honestly believe
what Vincent says?

Celia...

I don't think you
know what you married...

I'm a cop.

A guy who's trying
to keep the lid on.

And that's all I'm doing now.

I'm a good cop, Celia.

Jim...

can I get you anything?

A sandwich and a beer
would do nicely.

Okay.

Jim, you know
what would be nice?

Maybe next weekend,
if we ask your mother

if she'll take Michael
for a few days,

then you and I could, uh...

I don't know, drive up
to see Esther and Sam.

Or if you want to,
just stay here by ourselves.

Oh, it seems like
a million years

since we've had
any time together, you know?

Jim?

Jim?

This is an emergency.

They're two doors
down, friend,

so I think you
better split.

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

Look...

I don't care much what
they want you for,

but I'm not going to
have my place busted on account of it.

What makes you think
they're after me?

Bartender's
intuition.

I've got a sign says "we reserve
the right to refuse anybody."

You look like anybody to me,
so split.

All right, why don't you, uh,
call the station house,

tell them I'm here.

All I've got to do

is put my head out the door
and holler.

Why split the reward?

Look, I... I killed a cop.

Those guys outside
try to capture me

they'll take me
to the station house in pieces.

But if you call
the station house

and bring the reporters
down here,

I'll have a chance
to go to trial.

Is that straight?
About the reward?

It's straight.
You'll get your money.

Storeroom in the back.
Get moving.

Look, friend, don't tell me
you ain't looking for anybody.

There are two cops
in here right now.

Numbers 54 and 78.

But he said he killed a cop.

Out.

Search him.

Outside.

You got to
advise him

on his rights.

It's our duty
to inform you

that you have the right
to remain silent.

You're entitled
to a lawyer.

Leave that man alone.

Stay out of this,
mister.

Drop it.

You ain't no cops.

You're even wearing
phony badges.

You can split if
you want, friend.

Are you sure?

Everything is copacetic.

Hold it.

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(tires squealing)

Warren's giving
his speech

in a few minutes.

Your husband should be
around here somewhere.

Will you be all right?

Lots of perspiration.

You sure you're
not coming down

with the flu,
Mr. Warren?

No, I'm just fine.
Thank you.

All right. We're
about ready for you.

Why don't you come
over and get set.

Shh.

It's all right, honey.

Don't worry.

When you left,
I thought I'd die.

All right.
Now get in the car.

I didn't know where to find you,

but I knew you'd know
where to find me.

I figured if we could stop
Warren

from getting to that
regeneration center...

(vehicle approaching)

15 minutes. Be ready.

Yes, sir.

The regeneration
center came to him.

Ten minutes after he steps
inside that truck over there,

he'll be as
good as new.

How many people
came with the truck?

I've seen three,

plus whoever is with
him in the studio.

It won't be easy

with just
the two of us.

Three of us.

Jim, please.

I've fought you
so long on this,

let me help you now.

No, you're out of it
and that's final.

But the two of you
can't do it alone.

Then it won't
get done.

David, you talk to him.

Tell him nothing
will happen to me.

I'm not going
to lie to him.

We can handle it ourselves,
can't we?

I'm not going to lie
to you, either.

Well, now that you've
talked me into it,

there's just one thing.

Somebody's got to tell me
what to do.

WARREN:
...but surely we all acknowledge

that any civilization
has its set of tribal laws

of taboos, if you will,

and once that point
is admitted,

it becomes clear that our own
nation is not so far removed.

But we, too, are breaking down
our taboos, our tribal laws,

as we who are committed to
tracking through space do so...

Ready.

How much time
will you need?

We'll need ten minutes

to take over
the regeneration van.

...and I hope it's been
as educational for you

as it has been enjoyable for me.

Thank you.

And we fade.

Very good.

Thank you very much,
Mr. Warren.

Come on, let's
get out of here.

No, not yet.

There's a woman outside
wants to talk to you--

syndicated columnist.

It'll only take
a few more minutes.

William, I don't
think I have a few more minutes.

Our people in the van
say you do.

What's wrong?

I've seen that woman before.

(slurring):
Hey, baby...

Man, have you seen
my car?

Red convertible...

dual carburetors?

MAN 1:
No, I haven't seen it.

We're doing a little
repair work around here,

so if I was you,
I'd get out of here.

Go on,
get out of here.

Now, wait, man,
take it easy. Wow.

I'm afraid that
a long interview at this time

would be out of the
question, Mrs. Harris.

After my confirmation
by the senate

I'd be only too happy to...

But so many of my people
are curious

about what you might accomplish
for them.

Mrs. Harris,

don't you mean
our people?

Well, I meant my readers,
of course.

Of course, I realize
how busy you must be,

Mr. Warren, but...

And I appreciate
your concern.

You have no idea of the rigors
of appearing in public,

testifying before
a senate committee,

being investigated by thorough,
conscientious, painstaking men

like your husband,

Mrs. Baxter.

We're going to the truck,
Mr. Baxter.

I'd appreciate it
if you wouldn't follow.

Celia, get the car.

Jim...

you'll have to testify

and I'll call you
when I need you.

Do you really think

they're going
to believe me?

Not a hundred percent, no.

What you and the technicians
say will go on record.

What they have to do now

is find a replacement
for Warren.

Well, I hope
if he's Negro,

that he can take it

because Jim Baxter
would make him

run through hoops
to prove himself.

Jim, good luck.

Thanks for
everything.

Celia.

Good-bye, David.

NARRATOR:
James A. Baxter, special investigator

for a senate subcommittee,

a formidable ally
for David Vincent

who will join the battle
against an alien race...

the invader from the sky.

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