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Ruth?

Ruth!

[Background chatter]

[Police sirens]

[Beeping]

[Beeping]

Well, when did you decipher?

At exactly 04:00.

Let's have it!

It's just 3 words.

I didn't ask

for a word count.

Give me the message.

You won't believe it.

We've checked and double-checked.

It keeps coming up the same thing.

Colonel, the message is:

"Mars needs women."

You're it?

I'm it.

Since you want to limit the press,

you give me the handouts.

I'll feed the news pool.

I trust we won't disappoint them.

I'll see to it that you get everything

short of classified information.

And anything "in the national interest"?

I don't have to be reminded

of the ground rules, Stemmons.

Well then, colonel,

maybe we can start with this question:

Just how long have we been receiving

these mysterious signals from outer space?

3 days.

Do we know from where

or from whom they are coming?

We do not.

Well, here's the $64 million question.

We know you wouldn't have come down here

at this hour after all the sleep you've lost

in the last 3 days

if the message had not been decoded.

What is the message?

That information will have to be

given to you from another level.

From the presid...

Did you cut me off?

I'm sorry to trouble you at this hour, Mr. secretary.

That's quite all right.

Where are we, Bob?

The code is broken.

Trouble?

Big!

Security?

I have the lid on tight.

Well, take it off for me.

The message is:

"Mars needs women."

Mars needs...

Hmmm.

It's a gag! It's a prank!

It's a fake!

I don't think so, sir.

As you're well aware,

we've been receiving these signals

for the past 3 days now.

It's progressively stronger

and always the same rhythmic log.

The patterns we have broken

are distinct and repetitive.

The readout has been confirmed

by the 8600 transponder.

The final message,

just those 3 words?

Well, I know it's crazy.

It could be a password.

It's not a distress signal,

its intermittence is perfect.

I... I'm going to have to relay the message

to the president on the hot line.

Oh, um...

About the press, sir,

they voted on Stemmons

to feed the pool.

You know what that means.

Now, we'll risk panic

if we give out too much information.

Well, we'll guarantee panic

if we don't give out enough.

So, open up.

Our story can be that this is nothing more

than a freakish malfunction

of a highly sophisticated

global com system.

That'll be all. I'll take it from here, Bob.

Yes, sir.

Mr. president?

The rhythmic log changed

while you were in the solo room.

They're going to communicate.

Communicate?

They have a condition:

We must agree to shut down

everything that scans.

Only radio can stay hot.

Ultimatums...

Ultimatums from an enemy

we haven't even seen yet!

Sir, how can we be sure it is an enemy?

Let's go.

[Computer sounds]

Kill the servos,

transponders,

doppler relays.

[Male voice] Attention, monitor 1.

Do you read us?

Reading loud and clear.

We have attempted

to seize 3 women by transponder.

We have been unsuccessful.

Now we come in person.

Prepare for materialization.

What do you mean

"materialization"?

Forgive me.

I forget the scientific distances

that separate us.

In the center of the room, please.

All earthmen clear

for a space of 3 yards.

I will join you

as soon as it is clear.

You reach for me,

you try to restrain me,

and just as I materialized,

so I will disappear.

Everyone back. Don't try anything!

My name is Dop.

I come from Canali primary debarkation,

red planet Mars.

We have been spaceborne for 70 days

and we have maintained a constant

of 25,000 Miles per hour.

We have asked you to neutralize all scans

that may locate us

or determine our silhouette.

We have complied.

Now you must disclose your mission!

We come not as hostiles.

We are medical missionaries.

A critical recession in the y chromosomes

in our genetics

has resulted in a preponderance

of male births over female.

The ratio is now 100-to-1.

Advanced techniques have failed

to solve this problem.

Therefore, we have come

these 50 million Miles to your earth.

Will you define your mission?

Ours is an experimental voyage.

Our craft is small, a crew of 5,

but with room for 5 more passengers

to return to Mars.

We seek female volunteers,

unmarried, of good health

and possessing the common indicators

of fertility and reproduction.

Why, your suggestion is insane!

We are in earnest!

The life of our planet depends upon this.

Although we may sympathize

with your problem,

yours is still an overt action

of abduction and war.

We demand that you abort your mission

and return to Mars.

It is unfortunate

that you do not choose to cooperate.

Under the circumstances,

I return to my ship

to carry out our mission with

or without your cooperation.

[Dop] In 30 seconds,

we will begin radio silence.

You will not hear from us again

until our cargo is secured

and we are well on our return

to the planet Mars.

Well, Stemmons,

at least you've heard the story.

Tell it.

[Stemmons] And at the united nations

in New York,

our ambassador has called

for an emergency meeting

of the security council.

He urged a cessation of all world conflicts

so that we may unite

to meet the threat from outer space.

He called the martians

the world's first common enemy!

[News reported in french]

And here in Washington,

the capitol

is stunned by the macabre situation.

There is no panic, just paralysis,

as the most powerful nation on earth

is humbled by 5 men in a space cylinder

hurtling toward

the approximate vicinity of

Houston, Texas.

[Short otter] Short otter to cheetah.

Short otter to cheetah.

[Cheetah] This is 15...

[colonel] They're sending up the x-15.

[Cheetah] Cheetah 15, go ahead short otter...

[cheetah] Trouble on cheetah. Trouble on cheetah.

[Short otter] Advise. Repeat.

Advise, advise.

Why have you broken retaliation silence?

[Cheetah] I have been stopped

at 40,000 feet.

No explanation.

Instruments okay, but it's like

I've hit a brick wall every time I push up.

[Hum of airplane engine]

[Short otter] Condensation, fuelling?

[Cheetah] Negative. Negative.

[Short otter] Advise.

Short otter to cheetah.

This is exit. This is exit.

Are you still over desert?

[Cheetah] Roger.

[Short otter] Limits?

[Cheetah] No limits.

[Short otter] You must drop warhead

and return to base.

Jettison.

You must touch down before missile hits floor,

or it's certain destruction.

[Cheetah] Roger.

I'm ready to jettison.

[Short otter] Roger. Remember:

You must touch down

before warhead reaches desert floor.

[Cheetah] Roger.

[Hum of airplane engine continues]

[Stemmons] And now, this latest

from the strategic air command headquarters:

Jets have been finally ordered aloft

for interception.

As you heard earlier,

the command was reluctant to order

any retaliatory maneuver or interception

until there was positive identification

of the visitors

or at least a silhouette.

But the radar, rendered impotent

by the martians, has made this impossible.

Obviously, this is a desperate

hit-or-miss interception,

in which the command

can hope for at least a visual sighting.

[Otter] Otter to formation. Over.

[23] Otter, this is 23.

My vus are acting crazy.

Altimeter, fuel, dme, everything!

[21] This is 2-1. Same here.

My panel's gone haywire.

Nothing reading right.

[Otter] Otter to big pad.

[Big pad] Read you, otter.

Have you lost your panel video?

Voice still loud and clear. Over.

[Otter] Report malfunction

of panel instruments on all aircraft.

All went out simultaneously.

Request orders. Over.

[Big pad] Roger. Return to base. Repeat.

Return to base. Over.

[Otter] Wilco.

They've neutralized everything that scans,

but they've left us voice channels.

Does that mean they can't

knock out our big transmitters?

Any intelligence that can neutralize

our big dishes on the coast

could certainly kill our voice.

No! There's some other reason.

But what, sir?

Well, they're letting us keep our big voice

because voice can't determine

their silhouette and locate them.

And there's another reason.

They can listen to us burn

and enjoy their superiority all the more.

What do we do now, sir?

We do the only thing we can do:

Wait!

Wait, wait, marv.

I believe I got somethin'.

Burt, look! Look!

We'd better get out of here.

We've both had too many.

And don't you say a word about this

to Claire, either.

She'd say that red flare

was a pink elephant.

[Air escaping]

[Air escaping]

[Dop] Our first concern

is chemicals.

We need brine, ammonias,

salts and sodium.

The necessary chemicals are here.

Our information was correct.

This ice plant hasn't produced for years.

Yes, our scale model was quite accurate.

Our timetable is plotted

very carefully, so listen.

Our 70 days in space have produced

no apparent ill effects, but some warnings.

Doctor?

You've already noticed the change

in surface gravity.

You're twice as heavy as you were on Mars.

You will tire quickly.

So rest whenever possible.

Choose your motions carefully.

Since our tenure on earth will be

for only 24 hours,

do not, repeat,

do not eat any of the earth food.

You must continue your encapsulated diet

from the tubes.

What if there is resistance?

Fellow 3, this is a non-hostile mission.

I see no reason for violence.

If, however, you are confronted,

you may resort to the use of hypnosis.

Our immediate needs are earth apparel,

an automobile, earth currency

and a map of the city and its environs.

Fellow 2, you and I will remain behind

to check power lines and supplies.

And to see what must be done

to make operation sleep freeze a reality.

Fellow 3, currency and a city map

are your assignments.

The best place for this is a fuel stop

which the earthmen call

"filling stations."

[Bell rings]

[Car horn]

[Dop] Fellow 4,

transportation is your responsibility.

We cannot buy or rent a vehicle,

so it must be borrowed.

To take just any automobile

would invite interference from the police.

We must be sure that the lender

will not miss the car for at least 24 hours.

[Dop] Fellow 5,

your assignment is earth apparel.

Now, make your strike

at the first shopping complex you come to.

The locks on these doors

are of crude tri-tumbler design

and should present no problem to you

with the air-knife.

Remember, sizes must be exact

from shoes to ties.

So follow carefully the conversion charts

between Mars and the earth planet.

These ties serve no functional purpose.

Red planet abandoned the use of ties

50 years ago as useless male vanity.

It simply reveals the environmental naivete

of the earthmen.

Well, apparently, we've made

our conversion to earthmen

with no ill effects.

It's unfortunate that fellow 3

saw fit to disable the fuel-station attendant.

My action was dictated by expediency.

Well, we'll hope that it will be dismissed

as part of a juvenile crime wave

that grips earth's cities.

You've been well rehearsed in every conceivable

situation you will encounter as earthmen,

even to the use of earth slang.

And you are now,

for all practical purposes,

earthmen.

Doctor.

Our time is short,

considering that in the next 20 hours,

each of us must survey, choose,

examine the medical records of,

and abduct a female

meeting the exacting qualifications

of operation sleep freeze.

Since the earthmen, especially the Americans,

seem to place their faith in "luck"

rather than scientific certainties,

I wish you all "luck."

Having to maintain this snail's pace

is very frustrating.

I know, but we can't risk

being stopped by the police.

*[Bluesy music]

[Song ends]

*[Upbeat jazz]

May we have a large double room, please?

Have you a reservation?

No.

I'm sorry.

It's out of the question.

We're completely booked.

It's this martian scare.

Every newspaperman in the country

must be here.

It's bad enough when we have

a space shoot, but with all this talk

about the martians

coming to take us girls, it's the limit.

I guess they have to sell their newspapers.

They have to sell newspapers,

and you have to sell rooms.

Huh?

Yeah, sure, um...

You could wait upstairs in the bar

and if we have a cancellation,

we can call you.

That'd be very good of you. Thank you.

Uh-huh.

What was that name?

*[Mellow jazz]

May we have 2 Martinis, please?

How long have you been in Texas, mister?

You must be one of those reporter fellas.

You can't get a mixed drink here in Texas.

Beer or wine?

2 beers, please.

2 beers.

[News anchorman] And a spokesman

from monitor 1,

the United States surveillance center,

confirmed the fact that top military

and cabinet officers have been summoned

to the center from Washington.

After meeting nothing but big brass

and tight-lipped politicians all day,

reporters had a pleasant surprise

when one expert jetted into

Houston's international airport.

Dr. Marjorie Bolen turned out

to be a stunning brunette

who found it hard to hide her charm

behind her horn-rimmed spectacles.

Dr. Bolen wrote her thesis on space medicine

and received a pulitzer prize for her book space genetics.

Dr. Bolen will be part of a high-level meeting

scheduled at monitor 1 for tomorrow morning.

A briefing for newsmen has been set

for tonight at the holiday inn.

That's network news for this hour.

Bulletins will be issued when received.

Stay tuned now for the sports picture.

[Sportscaster] This promises to be an exciting weekend

for the football fans both in college games

and pro games slated to be televised.

* long, long ago

* when the world was very, very young *

* in the spring, when the first of the... *

they didn't touch a drop.

Those reporters!

I wonder...

What, doctor?

What if one of our candidates

for operation sleep freeze

just happened to be well versed in genetics,

both fundamentally and as it applies to space?

And?

And she just happened to be

blessed physically, too.

Anatomically speaking.

I wonder if she's single.

That can be confirmed,

just as her medical history

can be determined

by one long-distance call from me.

Let's investigate.

We'll, ah...

We'll need a press card.

And we've got to get a room

at the base of operations.

The others may be trying

to contact us by radio.

Come with me.

I'm with the Houston post.

I'm expecting some reporter friends

of mine from the west coast.

A Mr. Ross and a Mr. Miller.

[Hotel clerk] The only recent arrival's

from the west.

Let's see, there's a mister... A Mr. fast from Seattle.

He's with the Seattle sun.

Fast. That's it. Yes.

May I have his room number, please?

Just checked into 303.

303. Thank you very much, operator.

In exactly 5 minutes,

go to room 303 and apologize to Mr. fast

for having rented him my room.

You'll have to resort to the hypnotic state.

Well, we don't have time for anything else.

But what about when he comes out of hypnosis?

I'll induce a post-hypnotic mode

and send him back to Seattle.

It's a long chance.

Well, time is short.

We have to take long chances.

5 minutes.

Yes?

Excuse me, Mr. fast, I'm with the hotel.

A previous occupant left behind a hat.

I wonder if I could pick it...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure. Come right on in.

Feel free just to look around.

I'm sure it's around here someplace.

I'm trying to get through with the wife

on the phone. It's very important.

Go look around.

Hello?

Hello, operator?

Yes.

This is Mr. fast.

I'm trying to get a hold of my wife

on the phone in Seattle.

And I talked to her friend...

All right. Well then, thank you.

Sorry to have troubled you, Mr. fast.

No! No trouble at all.

Have you seen the view from this room?

View? View?

Are you afraid of heights, Mr. fast?

Heights? Heights? I don't follow you?

Of course,

we're only 3 stories high.

But if you look down,

you'll see that heights have

their own power of persuasion.

No, but really, mister...

It would take more than that.

Persuasion, Mr. fast,

persuasion, suggestion,

making you want to do...

Deeply...

To do my will...

My will, Mr. fast.

You will do as I say.

You will do my will.

Will...

Yes.

You are now in a hypnotic trance.

You can help us, Mr. fast, on this mission.

First, give me your press card.

In a moment, you will wake up,

but you will be

in a post-hypnotic state for 24 hours.

You will discover that you have lost

your press card

and you will go back to Seattle.

Back... To Seattle.

And there, you will be able to conduct your business

as though nothing had happened,

as though this had never transpired.

Yes.

When I snap my fingers,

you will leave the first level of hypnosis,

but you will remain in a post-hypnotic state.

Yes, it is a lovely view.

[Knock at the door]

Come in.

I'm very sorry, Mr. fast, about the mix-up.

No, no. No problem at all.

It's all my mistake, all the way around.

Funny...

What seems to be the problem?

I seem to have misplaced my press card.

Sorry about that.

Oh, no sweat, I probably left it

on the dresser at home.

I won't need it anyway.

That is, unless you know

of some out-of-the-way place.

No, I guess you wouldn't.

I'll, ah...

Get my suitcase.

We can't risk voice response.

There's no way of knowing what they're doing

or who they're with.

But I would like at least a condition green.

Condition green, intermittent.

He reads us but doesn't think it's safe to send.

Let's go to 4.

[Airport announcements]

He's constant. He's going to send.

Go ahead, 4. We read.

Fellow 4, here, calling red planet top com.

We read you.

4, signal is weak.

Advise.

Signal dissipated

because I'm in phone housing, airport.

Is there a progress report?

Report yellow.

Several subjects rejected.

Now have excellent lead

under surveillance.

Does the new subject conform

to basic specifications?

The subject meets physical specs,

at least superficially.

What about marital?

Can you be sure of status?

[Fellow 4] At this point, I can only be as sure

as the airline that hired her.

Understood.

Keep subject under surveillance. Out.

2 down, 1 to go.

Malfunction?

No, the signal is circuited.

Then he's either not responding

or he can't hear us.

*[Upbeat jazz music]

[Applause]

[Song ends]

*[Upbeat jazz music]

Who are you?

What do you want?

Get out of here!

Ah! Ah!

Ah!

Operator, this is Mr. fast in 303.

Would you please tell me

where Dr. Bolen's news conference

is taking place?

Thank you, operator.

Would you like to see my subject close up?

No, I've got my own subject to find.

Your subjects are night people,

but co-eds are early risers.

I want to be on the campus at sunup.

This double weight I've been carrying

has tired me.

No, I'd better turn in.

This Dr. Bolen intrigues me.

Yes, with her knowledge of both earth

and extraterrestrial medicine,

she could be the most valuable cargo

we could take to Mars.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

I guess this martian scare

was another joke we fell for, huh?

Yeah, we weren't sure for a while though,

were we?

Just like these flying saucers.

Why now, we really fell for that one,

didn't we? Heh-heh.

We sure did. It takes me back

to that radio show years ago.

Lets see, what was it? Ah...

Invasion from Mars.

Something like that, remember?

No, that was before your time.

That was about 30 years ago.

And it was the darndest thing you ever heard.

Why, people were faintin' all over the country.

Heh-heh.

You know, there was even a heart attack

or 2 'cause of it.

Imagine, with our rockets

and space programs and all,

that we should let some practical joker

get on our defense system

and just scare the daylights out of us.

Do you think they're gonna catch

the prankster that did this?

You know, I just wonder what the guy's feeling like

right now, you know?

Gettin' us all stirred up,

and spendin' all that money,

and sendin' up those planes...

[Reporter 1] Well, the girls they take to Mars are going

to have it great, won't they, doctor?

[Reporters laugh]

100 men to every woman!

[Reporter 2] Just like Washington

during wwii, remember?

[Reporter 1] No, it was the other way around,

wasn't it, fellas?

20 girls to every man.

[Reporters laugh]

Gentlemen, I left some students

who are seriously trying to find out

about themselves and their environment,

and came here at the request

of my government because I thought

I could be of some service.

I agreed to this interview because

my special interest in education

should throw some light

on what's happening.

Now, obviously, you think it's a big joke.

Unless someone can

come up with a pertinent question

relating to the emergency that exists,

this interview is over!

Dr. Bolen...

Yes.

Fast, Seattle sun.

There's been a lot of talk

about breaking the code.

The new discoveries regarding

the structure of the DNA molecule,

and the non-chromosomal factors

involved in genetics.

Doesn't this suggest that what happened

on Mars could happen here?

Well, it looks like at least one newspaper

sent a medical reporter instead of

ambulance chasers.

That's correct, Mr. fast.

The public is not yet fully informed on DNA

and our attempts to break the genetic code.

However, experiments with

white mice mutations have thrown a new light

on the dominant or recessive natures

of these mutants...

At least enough to establish a possibility

of an imbalance in the ratio of births.

Then you're saying these martians,

if they exist, could be mutants,

odd-looking creatures,

like something out of

a science-fiction movie?

[Suppressed laugh] No, Mr. Stemmons.

It's just that no real insight

into genetics is possible

without an understanding

of mutations.

Now, it's very presumptuous of us to believe

that martians are going to be any different

than we are.

It's merely a freak in their genetic code

that has brought them to this planet.

And I'm sure they don't plan to harm us,

at least not yet.

And now, if you'll excuse me, gentlemen,

I must prepare for

monitor 1 meeting tomorrow.

Stemmons, usp.

Fast, Seattle sun.

Say, you know,

you made a monkey outta these guys.

I'm afraid they can't take it all too seriously.

How about you?

I think it's a strange vanity that makes us think

we're the only ones in the solar system.

You know, you make a lot of sense.

Say, I'm in charge of pool info

out of monitor 1.

I'm sure I could arrange

to have you help me in the booth.

After all, I could use an interpreter.

It would be a pleasure.

Good. See you at monitor 1.

Thank you, Mr. fast.

For what?

For keeping this session from becoming

completely useless.

Boy, after my flight and a million jokes

about sex in space, I just feel like I'm...

You're bushed.

Yes, that's the word for it.

Oh, please. I... i didn't mean for you to go.

Aren't you tired?

Emotionally, yes, but I don't think

I could sleep a wink now if I tried.

You know what I'd really like to do?

I'm not very good at guessing.

That's right, the scientific mind:

Facts only.

I guess I'm really, deep down,

like those reporters out there.

I just can't believe

we have visitors from Mars.

Right now, I'd like to be

as far away from scientific thinking

as possible,

in the most unlikely atmosphere.

[Dr. bolen] Bread and butter.

Welcome to the planetarium.

Won't you come in and be seated?

It looks as if you're the only 2

that will be taking this trip to Mars today.

[Children screaming]

I think I spoke too soon.

[Narrator] Attention,

attention,

rocket control to space ship.

All systems are in readiness for blastoff.

Are you ready?

[All] Ready!

All preparations for our trip to Mars

have been completed and we are counting.

7, 6,

5...

4, 3, 2, 1.

Blast off!

Yay!

X plus 1.

Ignition stage has passed and we are

well established into main stage.

Our thrust is building up

to its full value of 396 tons.

We are leaving earth very rapidly now

and will soon be traveling

at the rate of 25,000 Miles per hour.

We are now 12 days out.

According to our flight-path prediction,

you may be able to see a sight

never before seen by human eyes:

A transit of the earth and the moon

across the flaming surface of the sun.

Hey, that's neat.

This transit is important

for our voyage to Mars because

the timing of these objects

across the sun's surface

will indicate any corrective thrust

maneuver that must be made.

This is necessary for our expedition

to meet Mars at the appointed rendezvous point.

Mars:

This large multi-colored disk,

with its red, white and green

shadings is Mars.

The one planet that shows ev...

[children protesting]

[Child] Fix it!

Mars...

The one planet

that shows evidence

of being habitable.

Its distance from the earth varies

from between 65 and 35 million Miles.

It's about half the size of earth.

Cool!

If you'll notice, Mars has polar caps

over the north and South poles.

Between those polar caps is

one of the biggest controversies about Mars:

The crisscrossing of a network

of canals that is geometrically perfect.

Many believe that these canals

are used as part of a vast irrigation system,

by which water, which is rare on Mars,

is pumped from the polar caps

to supply the needs

of the rest of the planet.

Temperature varies from between

minus 130 degrees fahrenheit

and 55 degrees fahrenheit,

except on the plain of salator,

where it gets even warmer.

The red color of Mars indicates that most

of the oxygen has been eaten up in rusting

and oxidizing the rocks on the surface.

Yes, the conditions for life

do exist on Mars.

But unless somehow,

it can renew itself,

the first earth explorers will find

only the sad remnants

of a civilization

that was brighter

than that of the earth.

And then returned to dust.

Bravo! Yay!

Thank you!

Goodbye. Goodbye, children.

We are indebted to you, sir.

I'm surprised that our tape deck held up

as long as it did without jamming.

You know,

ever since this martian scare,

the planetarium

has been filled to capacity.

It was my pleasure.

You know...

Folks really want to believe

that the martians are coming.

They're bored.

They want some excitement.

And, after all, they come here

because this is the closest thing

that they can get

to actually being on the planet Mars.

Well, I hope you don't have any more trouble.

Oh, well, thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

And, uh, goodbye.

And come to see us again, will you?

I'm afraid a little of their enthusiasm

has rubbed off on me.

I don't really feel like going back

to the hotel now.

When was the last time

you took a pretty girl for a walk?

I mean a pretty girl with a ph.D.

[Dr. bolen] We've known one another

less than 5 hours.

[Dop] According to

Dr. Einstein's calculations...

[Both] Time is relative.

[Dr. Bolen laughing]

[Dr. bolen] Well, I can't dismiss

what's happening to me

with any scientific equations.

I think I better start acting less like a woman

and more like a scientist.

I'm on surer ground that way.

[Airport announcements]

You're late.

[Crowd cheering]

Hold that line! Hold that line!

*[Marching band music]

[Commentator] And now,

the event we've all been waiting for:

The crowning of the homecoming queen!

As you know, all week long, these finalists

have been under the eyes of the judges,

who are basing their selection today

on those qualities

that make up the ideal woman:

Good looks, good health,

good deportment and personality.

In short, the good woman,

as we know her in the 20th century.

One of these lovelies will carry

her honors and her crown

throughout the year on campus.

And that student who most approaches

the perfect woman,

as chosen by, first, the student body,

and then by the exacting eye

of the judges' panel today.

I believe I hear a gun signaling

the judges have reached a decision.

[Judge] And now, ladies and gentlemen,

homecoming queen

by a majority of the judges:

Brenda noland, senior.

[Commentator] There you have it:

The queen, Brenda noland,

a really popular girl on campus.

As you heard, she is a senior.

Her major is journalism

and she looks for a career

in mass-media communication.

Although some lucky young man

may change those plans,

for the time being, she is queen on campus

and the pride of her sorority, delta gamma!

[Doorbell ringing]

Yes, hypnosis, Mr. secretary. Hypnosis:

That science that we only now

are beginning to use properly.

The martians have got to be using hypnosis.

The striptease artist,

we dismissed that

as a routine missing persons report.

But remember, her car is missing, too.

Then the airline hostess, then today,

the homecoming queen disappears.

And don't forget the martian's voice,

as you gentlemen described it.

It had a hypnotic cadence

that makes it very difficult to disobey.

But let's not speculate, let us use logic.

So far, the pattern of activity

has been erratic.

But soon, we will have a pattern

that will give us a lead.

At any rate, we are dealing with an enemy

that professes non-hostility,

while abducting earth females.

We are helpless

because he has mastered a science

that we still treat as a parlor game.

One thing we can be sure of,

he is working against time

and he will stop at nothing

to achieve his goal

before his time runs out.

Yes, it's true.

The worst fears of the experts

here at monitor 1 have been confirmed.

What seemed like a cruel joke yesterday

has now been confirmed as the truth.

In less than 12 hours,

3 women, all beautiful and all unmarried

have disappeared, leaving no trace

of what may have happened to them.

The experts in space genetics

and space communications

have been in conference here all day

without so much as a coffee break.

One thing we do know about the victims,

they have to be pretty special to qualify.

Darn wind.

There's an old painter's trick:

White paint.

You just put a few dabs of the paint

onto the canvas here.

And stick the paper to the paint.

Somehow white works best

and there's no paint-out problem

when you go to use the canvas.

Well, I'll remember that.

Trees...

Funny, trees are the most difficult things

in the world to paint properly.

Yet children always start with trees.

That's right, they do.

Trees do have a fascination.

If you stare at the sun

through the leaves of the trees,

you get an almost hypnotic sensation.

I never thought of that.

I never thought about it,

painting and hypnosis.

Number 4.

All lovely,

built like goddesses,

and unmarried.

1 more to go.

Now, there's got to be a pattern

here somewhere...

A clue.

Now, the blue pins are where

the strikes were first made:

The filling station, the clothing store.

And the red pins

are where the girls disappeared.

If we draw our primary peripheries,

we find that the action surrounds this area,

principally made up of a big lake,

just east of the city.

Now, there's nothing here

but abandoned wharves,

an old ice factory,

and a large generating plant.

Pardon me, colonel,

you said an old ice factory?

Yes.

How long has that been inoperative?

Well, the city condemned it years ago.

Could there be a chemical inventory

there now?

Yes, there could be.

Ammonia, salts, brine?

Dr. hayward?

Well, if I recall, it's just as it was.

It was padlocked back when we had

the controversy over the fluoridation

of the city water supply.

Then that could be your target.

Explain your theory.

Most of you are familiar

with the term "sleep freeze"?

Labs are now conducting experiments

in the new science of frozen surgery.

In transplants, in operations that have

to be postponed for a period of time,

it's literally suspended life

through frozen techniques.

Now, more than 1 authority

has suggested that

our first interplanetary travel will be done

in a state of sleep and frozen.

Hence the term "sleep freeze."

If these techniques are perfected,

man can be thrust through space

never knowing the ill effects

of space travel,

or the boredom from being confined in

a closed vehicle over a long period of time.

Dr. Bolen is right.

But may I ask you, how do you

happen to be familiar with "sleep freeze"?

Freezing is the key

in our latest mapping techniques

with non-chromosomal genes.

I'm no scientist, but as a soldier,

I feel I'm on safer ground

when I know where the enemy is.

And I think we just may have found him.

Something's up.

They haven't been this positive

since the alert began.

Now they've cut everything.

It must mean they're getting somewhere.

It must be something Dr. Bolen has said.

If I remember correctly, there's a water canal

that enters the ice plant.

Large enough for a vehicle

of some kind to enter?

Within reason, yes.

I've cut the news arteries.

Now, each of you must regard our plan

as top secret.

Now, we can't make a raid with a large party

or during the daylight hours.

Now, since I feel that their departure

is scheduled for after dark,

we can risk waiting until then.

However, after sundown,

every second is precious.

Dr. Bolen is in on this.

Fast, this is an important story.

I want you to get her confidence.

I must.

What do you want to do this evening?

Just being with you is enough.

Hungry?

No, not really. Are you?

Not really. I-i had a late lunch

while you were in that inner circle.

How did... how did you ever become

an authority on genetics?

Oh, I grew up with it.

My father devoted his entire life

to that field.

Then after he died, it seemed only natural

for me to continue his work.

He must be very proud of you

winning the pulitzer prize.

He made it all possible.

Would you like to meet my father?

Yes.

[Tour guide on tape] I am the talking woman.

As you walk about these corridors,

you will see some of

the outstanding illustrations

of the work of the late

Dr. gustave Bolen,

the renowned authority on genetics

in the 20th century.

Today, the theories and discoveries

of this renowned scientist are explored

in health museums like this one

all over the country.

Dr. Bolen's credo is found

in the words of Alexander pope:

"Know thyself, presume not God to scan;"

"the proper study of mankind is man."

Do you agree

the best study of mankind is man?

Or woman?

What time is it?

I kiss you and your only response is:

"What time is it?"

It's 8:02. A late date?

Of course not. I have a mission.

I'm on an assignment, remember?

This time tomorrow night,

you'll be safe and snug in Seattle.

I may never see you again!

Tomorrow?

What do you mean, tomorrow?

We think we've found

the martians' hideout.

And there's gonna be a raid on it tonight.

Why didn't you say something before?

I'm sworn to secrecy.

I'm not allowed to say where.

I know where. When?

At 9:00.

[Sighs]

I have to go.

It's best that you don't go with me.

[Crickets chirping]

[Martian] The exotic dancer is secured.

Pulse is high.

Temperature?

Pulse normal.

Sedative is at zenith.

Blood pressure at zenith.

Temperature: 99.4.

Pulse?

Sedative at zenith.

Blood pressure: 118/78.

Pulse: Normal.

Dilation reduced.

Blood pressure: 125.

Sedative at zenith. Temperature: 99.1.

Pulse: High.

Blood pressure: 122 over 82.

Dilation high.

[Door opens and closes]

Abort the mission!

We've been concerned for you, fellow 1.

There's no time for concern.

There's a raiding party on the way.

They're due here any minute.

Abort! Take to the ship!

Fellow 1? You?

Please leave before they arrive.

Nobody leaves this room!

What happens if you go

without the women?

There's no time to complete preparations

of the subjects.

They'll have reinforcements soon.

I'm not coming with you, fellow 2.

To abort this mission is failure enough.

To leave you behind

would mean death to us all!

Why not take both of them?

We could freeze her en route.

As a test case for insemination?

You must make a decision.

One of you goes.

Dr. Bolen would compensate

for the aborted mission,

one good subject.

But if you decide to go,

I don't have to remind you

of the consequences of your actions...

Or of abandoning your mission.

You must decide now!

She stays!

What I have to say is for your ears only.

The word "love" went out of

our vocabulary 100 years ago.

But whatever love is,

I know it must be what I feel for you.

[Gunshot]

[Gunshots]

Subjects are under mild sedation.

They'll come out of it shortly

with no ill effects.

[Spaceship starting up]

[Spaceship taking off]

What were they like?

Will you be able to describe them?

Well, can't you tell us anything?