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(equipment whirring)

(equipment hissing)

No! No!

It's the last time, Dr. Markham.

Go back!

We've about extracted all the information we need from you.

Go back to your own world!

(screams)

No more!

It's all right. No more, please!

It's all right, Doctor. No more.

Take it easy. It's okay. No more. It hurts!

Shh, shh, shh! They're coming. They're coming closer.

No, no, no, you're okay. We're here. Don't let them find me.

You're here with us now.

Please don't let them find me.

No, they won't. They won't find you.

You're all right. They're coming closer now.

Just relax. It won't hurt a bit.

Now just take it easy

and lie down with me here now.

Easy does it, Doctor.

That a fella.

Just lay back...

Oh, please... (sighing): Oh, please.

No more.

No more.

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've taken human form.

Somehow, he must convince a disbelieving world

that the nightmare has already begun.

The guest stars in tonight's story:

Mark Richman... Diana van der Vlis...

and special guest star Arthur Hill.

NARRATOR: Two men with their eyes on the heavens,

coming together now in a small southwestern city.

David Vincent, who seeks the invader

and Warren Doneghan, president of JAE--

Jet Age Electronics.

That must be him, Tom.

NARRATOR: Two men with their eyes on the heavens.

One dedicating his life to an unknown frontier,

the other to an undeclared war for survival.

David Vincent?

I'm Tom Wiley, Jet Age Electronics.

This way, please.

I'm Warren Doneghan, Mr. Vincent.

How do you do? Thank you for coming.

Would you mind getting into the front seat, please?

I'll take your bag.

That man sitting next to you is head of security at my plant.

He's also my best friend.

And he's a stubborn, unimaginative man

who can't... no, won't believe...

That beings from another planet are already here.

Do you?

I think it's possible, yes.

That's why I sent for you.

I need your advice.

You'll be well-paid for your time.

Well, that'll be a novelty.

Let's look at a few facts.

In less than a year, five men...

Each one an expert in his own particular field...

Have disappeared without a trace.

The only one to turn up did so last week.

Oh, yeah, that was, uh... Dr. Markham.

He was found in New Mexico.

Apparently insane.

Please don't turn around, Mr. Vincent.

I asked you to sit in front so you could use that mirror.

Can you see the car behind us?

I believe it's a gray sedan this time.

Yesterday, it was an ice cream truck following us.

Tomorrow, it'll be a little old lady on a bicycle.

I told you about him.

Mr. Vincent, I've been followed for some time now.

I believe it's because my disappearance is being planned.

By aliens?

By enemies of some kind.

I believe by aliens, yes.

Look at the fields represented by the men I've just mentioned.

Markham... oceanography.

Wannamaker... mathematics.

Uh, Millington... psychology.

Uh, Robley... military science.

And just last month, Bill Hastings from Cal Tech.

Add it up, Mr. Vincent, and tell me what you get.

A pattern.

Congratulations, Warren.

You finally made a sale.

Your gray sedan didn't make the turn, Warren.

He knows where we're going.

They've tailed me to the plant often enough.

Well, what do you think?

Well, Mr. Doneghan, if they have a list,

it figures you'd be on it.

From what I understand,

you're the best in your field.

All right. Assuming they're only waiting

for the right moment to kidnap me,

what would you advise?

Well, sir, that depends upon what you have in mind...

Preventing it or something else.

Morning, Mr. Doneghan, Mr. Wiley.

Morning.

This is David Vincent. I'll sign the clearance.

All right, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Right.

You said there was something else I could do.

What is it?

Let it happen.

Let them take you, follow them.

Tom?

You know how I feel.

If I were you, I'd knock this off right now,

and give this gentleman cab fare back to town.

Would you take Mr. Vincent to the commissary?

I'll give you my decision later.

This way, please.

I don't understand.

I simply don't understand.

Well, it's really not all that complicated, Eve.

It's just that... something has come up

which may make it necessary for me

to leave town rather suddenly, that's all.

For how long?

I'm not sure.

I only told you so that if it happens, you won't worry.

Why all this sudden concern for my feelings?

Not that it isn't refreshing.

(annoyed sigh)

You're making a whole lot out of nothing, Eve, believe me.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'd like to shower before I have my dinner.

Warren!

Eve, I've told you all I can...

All you need to know.

Now leave it alone, please.

All right, Warren.

We'll have it your way.

I won't insist.

Tom, would you do me a favor?

Yeah.

Would you take Eve

to the Morrison" party tonight?

I feel pretty tired.

Yeah, sure.

Eve... trust me, please.

What's her name, Tom?

Never mind.

You wouldn't tell me, anyway.

Oh, yes, I would... if it were true.

You'd be surprised

how selfish I can really be.

He doesn't have a girl, Eve, believe me.

I don't.

I've suspected it for quite a while.

Now I'm sure.

I'm finished with him, Tom.

Now, I've heard that story before.

I know.

I mean it now.

This time, I really mean it.

Now, I'm going to take you to a party, I...

I'm going to go home and change.

After I saw you yesterday,

we had this video recording made.

It's a little rough,

but it will give you an idea of the route I take

from here to my home.

Why the change in cars?

Well, Friday is Tom's day off.

I drive to and from work alone.

Chances are, that's when they'll hit.

DONEGHAN: Now that's a shortcut.

Saves me about 20 minutes.

Are there any turnoffs on this road?

None.

Well, that's about it.

We have the probable time and place.

Now, supposing something goes wrong

and we lose you?

(steady beeping)

What kind of a range does this have?

About 40 miles.

What if we have to use the helicopter?

DONEGHAN: You can double it.

That's the most powerful transmitter

for its size ever made.

My own patent.

And where do you figure on hiding it?

Well, I could tape it on here, maybe, huh?

No, Warren, it wouldn't work.

The first thing they'd do is search you for weapons...

right there.

You'd never guess Tom's an ex-cop, would you?

What's that around your neck?

Hmm?

Oh, that's a St. Christopher's medal.

Of course. Why not?

I'll have one made up.

I still think the police should be brought in on this.

No.

The police would never let me try this.

We have to do it alone, just the three of us.

Something wrong, Vincent?

Why?

I know you were sweating it out.

What made up your mind to, uh...

stick your neck out like this?

To risk my life?

Well, maybe I'm just doing it for publicity.

You made four national magazines last month.

Let me ask you a question.

Why are you doing it?

Let's drop that.

(steady beeping)

5:23.

He should be getting into his car right now.

(engine starts)

(beeping)

Yeah, he's making a turn onto Grant Boulevard.

(beeping continues)

(beeping gets louder, faster)

Here he comes. Right on time.

He won't be able to get past that van.

I know.

Sorry, mister, we seem to be having some trouble.

We ought to be out of here in...

Let's go.

(electrical crackling)

WOMAN: Tom!

Tom!

Mr. Wiley, there's

a young lady calling you.

Who's she?

That's Doneghan's wife.

I called her when I called for the cab.

She had a right to know.

Eve, I felt I had to call you...

That will help him a lot.

Who did it?

Why did he let it happen?

Oh, Tom, I...

Well, what's it all about?

It's a long story, Eve.

There's no time now.

We'll get him back.

Are you sure you want to?

You know something, Eve?

I think I'm a lot more certain of that than you are.

Tom?

I'm sorry.

Forgive me?

(helicopter engine starting)

Let's give it a half hour.

If we don't pick up the signal, we'll head for Tucson.

That hospital where they're keeping Dr. Markham

is right outside of town.

He's our last lead.

There's no point in hoping, Mr. Doneghan.

Hoping for what?

Your friends. They're not coming.

Not now, not ever.

DOCTOR: Dr. Markham's been that way ever since we brought him in.

And he said nothing? Not a word?

We had one session with him shortly after he got here.

It's on tape.

Can I hear it? It's important.

All right. Follow me.

MARKHAM: They're not people... not like us.

DOCTOR: Who? Who's not like us, Dr. Markham?

MARKHAM: Not human.

Oh, God, what they did to us...

terrible pain...

Oh, please... please, no.

Leeches... they're leeches.

I've got to get out.

I've got to get out!

I've got to... (sobbing)

DOCTOR: Are you all right?

It's nothing, Doctor; it's just something to calm you down.

MARKHAM: They've got Hastings and Wannamaker...

all of them.

You've got to save them.

Don't you understand?

They're... they're buried in hell.

How can you do this?

What kind of beings are you?

What kind of...?

Oh, no... no, don't do it anymore...

not anymore.

No... No!

(sobbing)

Is that all?

Those were the last words he said.

"Buried in hell..."

Where exactly was he found in New Mexico?

About 40 miles north of Silver City.

In case you're interested,

we passed over Silver City a half hour ago.

(electronic tone)

That's it. We got it.

(slow, low-pitched beeping)

(faster, high-pitched beeping joins in)

Head left.

More left. Keep going.

(beeping continues)

(machine whirring)

(oscillating tones)

(high-pitched rapid beeping)

(beeping stops)

I got some good news for you, pal.

I don't think we've got enough fuel left

to take us to the nearest airport.

Let's keep going for a while.

Look, Vincent, I can't fly this thing on your nerve.

Just give me ten minutes, will you?

We knew we were going in the right direction when we lost the signal.

The longer we stay up, the better chance we have of spotting something.

All right, ten minutes more and that's it.

(door opens)

Aren't you Hastings?

Bill Hastings from Cal Tech?

My name is Hastings, yes.

Whoever you are, I'm sorry to see you here.

I'm Warren Doneghan.

We worked together last year, on the coast.

I...

I think I remember you, yes.

Was that only last...

was that only last year?

What have they done to you, Bill?

Hmm?

Well, I'll tell you...

even though you'll find out for yourself soon enough.

They put you in a chair...

and attach a m-m... a metal helmet...

to your head.

It hurts... hurts from deep inside.

Their... th-their machines...

their machines probe the brain, literally.

They take from it whatever knowledge they want...

a lifetime of learning and experiment...

and they take it from you, a bit at a time.

Now, listen to me: I'm not here by accident.

I'm working with others.

They'll be trying to find me,

and if they do,

we're going to need your help.

(door opens)

(eerie oscillating tone)

(Doneghan groaning)

Well, I got to hand it to you, Vincent.

This was a great idea; it really was.

Don't worry about it. We'll find him.

I told him he shouldn't have talked to you

in the first place.

You're real eaten up about him, aren't you?

I could see that

back at the heliport with his wife.

I'm sorry.

We've been at this a long time without sleep...

so, uh... forgive me.

You got every right to say it.

It's the truth.

I've been in love with Eve for over a year.

This is none of my business. Just leave me out of it, huh?

He's been my best friend for a long time...

ever since the landings at Pusan.

We were in Korea together.

Look, I never wanted to fall for his wife.

A guy like him has no business getting married.

He lives and breathes and sleeps with that factory.

There's no time in his life left for her.

It's not her fault.

I was around.

I loved her.

And she knew it.

She was upset when this went wrong,

just as much as I was...

and for the same reason.

She had wished so many times that she could be free of him...

and when he was kidnapped, she went all to pieces.

But you didn't.

I'm not the type.

You know something, Vincent?

I don't believe in being dedicated to something

I can't really believe in.

And it's taken me 20 hours to realize

I don't really believe we're ever going to find Doneghan.

So you're just going to quit.

Yeah, that's what I'm going to do.

We've lost him, thanks to you.

And right now, Eve needs me a lot more than you do.

Yeah, just like that.

No conscience, no remorse.

Who do you think you're talking to, Vincent, some schoolboy?

Well, I got news for you, pal...

Life is no Sunday school picnic.

You take what you can get when you can get it.

And right now, I'm taking.

There's a highway about three miles back.

I'll catch a ride. See ya.

(machines whirring)

(groaning in pain)

(groaning continues)

(groaning continues)

Help!

Help me!

Help!

Help!

Help me!

Uh, hold it right there.

It's all right. It's all right.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Who are you?

I'm a friend.

Did you escape from them?

My name is Millington.

Professor... Arthur Millington.

Please help me.

You will help me?

Yes, I'll help you.

But first, you have to show me where they kept you.

No. I won't go back there.

Look, there are other men there who have to be freed.

Now, I know you're scared

but you've got to take me back there.

Do you understand that? You've got to take me back.

You can do no good.

There are too many of them and they are too strong.

All right, you don't have to go all the way;

just close enough to show me where they kept you.

Let's just... give me a minute.

I'm so tired.

So very tired.

This place you want... you can see it...

just... over that rise.

(gunshots)

What was that thing down there?

Called himself Millington.

It was an alien.

That's how they die here on Earth.

Where'd you come from?

I changed my mind.

I was wandering around looking for you when I...

spotted this jeep tearing across the desert.

Suddenly it stopped and... to let this...

Whatever it is...

Off, right in the middle of nowhere.

Then the jeep turned around and took off.

Didn't make sense.

Where'd the jeep come from?

Take a look.

WILEY: It's a mining camp... or what's left of it.

Looks like it's been deserted for years.

"Buried in hell."

What?

Just remembering what Dr. Markham said:

"They're buried in hell."

Must be what he meant... The mine.

It seems to me we can stay out of sight

pretty much all the way.

Yeah, we better get moving...

before they start missing their buddy.

I'm glad you came back, Tom.

I'm glad, too.

So far, that is.

He's not back yet?

(wings fluttering)

(squeaking)

(oscillating tones in distance)

(gasping)

Yeah... I'm all right.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Bill, we're going to leave this place now.

Come on.

We'll have to come back for him.

(oscillating tones in distance)

Hey!

(clicking)

(explosion)

Vincent!

Vincent!

(coughing)

(exhales)

Hey, Warren.

Welcome back.

How long has it been?

Oh, three days.

Hmm.

How do you feel?

Don't bother to answer that.

Tom didn't make it.

And neither did Wannamaker.

And the mine...

there's nothing left at all.

Just debris.

Warren, we've got to go to Washington.

I've been there.

They listened; they were very polite.

I even got them to send an investigator out to the place.

Wasn't there anything?

Oh, no real evidence at all.

Well, what about the kidnapping?

The men we got out of the mine?

Washington's ready to admit that there was some kind of a plot.

They'll go that far.

I mean, we were kidnapped for some reason by somebody.

But who and why?

Oh, they said they'd investigate based on the evidence.

And as for Hastings and uh, the real Arthur Millington...

You know, the two that we managed to get out...

They're worse than Markham.

Their minds gone?

(sighs)

Was it worth it, what we did?

Yes.

We destroyed what they were doing

and we destroyed them.

Get well, David.

And don't quit.

I won't.

I don't intend to.

I'm counting on that.

How's your wife?

She's all right.

I love her, you know.

I'm going to do my best to convince her of that.

NARRATOR: Two men with their eyes on the heavens,

who now share a common knowledge.

Together, they have faced the invader.

Together, they have learned the grave threat

he represents to the human race.

And now, as they again pursue their separate destinies,

they remain, more than ever,

men with their eyes on the heavens.