All language subtitles for 0106-Vikor_track3_[eng]

Hey, Hank, I need
some more line!

Okay, Phil!

(oscillating tone)

Hank! Hey, Hank!

What's the matter?!

Hey, I need that line!

(grunting)

Hank, wait a minute!

Hey, Hank!

Hey, what's the matter?

It's your partner.

I think he's had
a heart attack.

Heart attack?

(groaning)

Phil? Phil, you okay?

Through, through the window...

up there...

I saw a man...

he was... glowing...

like he was on fire.

They were putting him
in some kind of a tube.

I swear, Phil.

Maybe you better
let us take care...

Get out of here!

I'll take care of him!

(tires screech)

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:

Jack Lord...

Alfred Ryder...

and special guest star
Diana Hyland.

David Vincent had read
the story in the newspapers.

How, before he died,
a telephone lineman

had described to his partner
a glowing, burning man.

The story was investigated
by the police

and promptly forgotten.

Seeking the truth

David Vincent traveled
to Fort Scott, Florida

headquarters
of Vikor Enterprises

and, perhaps, headquarters

for a people
from an alien world.

Couldn't leave it alone,
could you?

The other telephone lineman
had to die, too, huh?

Accidents will happen,
Mr. Vikor.

He had an accident.

Well, I don't want
any more accidents!

Is that understood?

I've had my belly full
of being questioned.

The police
seem satisfied.

Well, I'm not.

Look, Mr. Nexus.

Killing hasn't bothered
me in a long time

but stupidity does.

What would you have had
us do, Mr. Vikor?

Nothing. Nobody would have
believed him. Nobody did.

What happens next time

somebody stumbles
onto something?

I sincerely hope there
won't be a next time.

Mr. Vikor, if it's
your conscience

that's bothering you...

I told you my reasons
for objecting.

Well, if it is conscience,
try to remember

the importance of what we're
doing here and your stake in it.

Sometimes I wonder
if it's worth it.

You make it sound
very attractive, Mr. Nexus.

But how do I know

you'll keep your part
of the bargain, huh?

How do I know?

You'll have all the power

you could possibly use,
Mr. Vikor.

Take my word.

(intercom buzzes)

I told you to hold
my calls, Harriet.

Who?

Yeah, I'll take it.

(pushes button)

Hello, Sergeant.

What's the problem?

Is she all right?

Yeah, I see.

Yeah, I'll be right down.

You'll have
to excuse me, Mr. Nexus.

It's my wife.

She's had a little trouble.

I won't be long.

Whatever you say, Mr. Vikor.

GUARD:
Yes, sir?

I'm looking for work.

The personnel department
isn't taking

any applications right now.

If you'd care to leave
your name and address.

Yes. Daniel Baxter.

I'm at the downtown "Y."

Even if it's unskilled.

I'm not fussy.

Do you drive, Mr. Baxter?

Sure.

I may have something
for you later on.

I'll let you know.

Okay, fine.

I'm George Vikor.

I understand my wife...

This way, Mr. Vikor.

She was doing almost 90
when we stopped her.

That's the second time
in less than a month.

Are you going
to file charges?

Well, she's been
drinking, too.

I'm pretty sure of it.

See what you can do,
Sergeant, huh?

Hi.

What happened?

It was another long afternoon
and you were lonely?

George, I only had two martinis.

Oh, George, you got
to tell me something.

Where am I headed for?

Devil's Island
and 30 days
on a rock pile?

I understand
rock piles...

Sherri, what's wrong
with you?

You could have killed
yourself out there.

Killed?

Oh, George, why would
I do a thing like that?

I mean, haven't I got

everything that any
woman would want?

I mean, I have
a beautiful house

and beautiful clothes

and all the beautiful
money that money can buy.

I even recall having
a husband once.

That's not fair.

Come on.

I've got to get
back to the plant.

All right, George.

You just run along.
Stop by any time...

Sherri, be reasonable,
will you?

I left a top-level
meeting to come here.

I thought you were
the top level.

That's the point-- I am.

I can't walk away
from my obligations.

I've got hundreds of people
working for me

and soon I'll have
hundreds more.

One of these days I'll
hand you the world.

I'd settle just
for you and me.

(door opens)

All set, Mr. Vikor.

Thank you, Sergeant.

We're very grateful.

Come on. Let's go.

No rock pile?

Your husband has
a lot of influence, Mrs. Vikor

but next time
it may not help.

There won't be
a next time, Sergeant.

My wife won't be
doing any driving
for a while.

I won't be doing any driving?

How do you expect
me to get around?

On a skateboard?

Let me worry
about that, huh?

Hello.

My name is Daniel Baxter,
the new chauffeur.

I'd like to see Mrs. Vikor.

I'll see if
she can see you.

MRS. VIKOR:
Come in.

There's a Mr.
Baxter outside

that says he's
your new chauffeur.

What?

Mr. Baxter?

Yes, ma'am.

My houseboy tells me
you're my new chauffeur.

Oh, Mr. Vikor didn't
telephone you?

No, he did not.

Well, I'm sure he meant to.

He hired me only an hour ago.

Well, there's obviously been
some misunderstanding.

Mr. Vikor, please.

This is perfectly
ridiculous.

I don't need anyone
to do my driving.

Harriet, this is Mrs. Vikor.

Is my husband there?

When do you expect him?

No, no, that's all right.

I'm having lunch with him.

I'll see him later.
Thank you.

Shall I drive you
to the plant?

I am perfectly
capable of driving
myself, thank you.

Oh, yes, ma'am

but, uh, Mr. Vikor
gave me your keys

and I'm not to give
them to you

under any circumstances.

Really?

Yes, ma'am.

Really?

Would you bring
the car around
to the front?

I'll be down shortly.

Yes, ma'am.

You wait here.
I'll be a while.

Yes, ma'am.
May I look around?

Sure. You've been here
before, haven't you?

A couple of hours ago for
my interview, yes, ma'am.

Do whatever you like

but don't go in the
security building.

They're sensitive
to strangers.

¶

¶

(grunts)

And call Chicago, Harriet.

Tell them not to expect me.

The way things are happening,
I'll never get out of here.

Well...

Forgive me, darling

I know you're
busy, busy, busy

and I'm early,
early, early

but there's a
little matter

I'd like to
discuss with you.

The new chauffeur?

Now, you must admit

it's just a trifle silly.

(intercom buzzing)

Look, Sherri, I happen
to love you very much.

I don't relish the idea

of scraping you
off the highway...

George...

Or bailing you out
of a drunk tank.

That is sheer nonsense.

(intercom buzzing)

(buzzing continues)

Yes?

Well, tell Mr. Nexus
I'll see him in a minute.

One of my new investors.

He's only here
for a few days.

I'm sorry, honey,
but I can't keep him waiting.

Well, why not?

Well, he's very important.

So are you.

Yeah, maybe,
but this time

I'm not going to settle
for second or third best.

I'm going all the way.

These people can make me

the biggest,
most influential man

in the...
In the cemetery.

(intercom buzzing)

George, I don't
understand this--

they buzz, you jump.

Now, who are these people?

What are they doing to you?

I told you-- they're
foreign businessmen...

NEXUS:
I was afraid...

Mrs. Vikor.

I was afraid
that you'd forgotten us.

Gentlemen.

What's this
all about?
Ask him, sir.

He says he's your
chauffeur, Mr. Vikor.

That's right, he is.

He entered the plant
with Mrs. Vikor at 11:47.

At 11:57, he was found
in the security section.

What were you doing up there?

I was looking
for your office, sir.

You were here this morning.

You know my office is not
in the security building.

Well, I'm sorry, sir,
I was lost.

These buildings are all alike.

I was on my way to tell
Mrs. Vikor that I was going

to the gas station--
the car is out of gas--

when these storm troopers
jumped me.

Sherri, will you
excuse us a minute?

George, if you don't mind,
I think I'll cancel lunch.

Dan, would you drive me home?

We won't keep
him long.

I'd rather not wait.

I said we won't keep him long!

All right, go ahead.

I questioned the man
thoroughly this morning.

He's no professional,
I'm sure of it.

If he was from the FBI
or Air Force Intelligence

he wouldn't have been
caught that easily.

If you don't trust my judgment,
Mr. Nexus

why don't you
check him out yourself.

Find out who he is
and why he's here.

Whatever you say, Mr. Vikor.

If there's nothing else,
I'll put the car away now.

There is something else.

Would you like a drink?

No, thank you.

You lied
about the gasoline, Dan.

I filled that tank
myself last night.

The truth-- why were you
in the security building?

A foolish mistake.

I don't believe you.

The lies you've told;

the way they treated you

when you were caught;

the way my husband's
been behaving;

his phony story
about the investors.

I think he's manufacturing

something other than industrial
machinery at that plant

and I think
you know what it is--

that's why you're here.

All right...

your husband is working
for a foreign power.

They're planning
a form of invasion.

Invasion?

What foreign power?

I can't tell you that.

What do you mean
you can't tell me that?

You've just accused my husband
of treason.

Now, Dan, you've got
to be specific.

I can't accept
some meaningless, empty charge.

They're alien beings--
creatures from another planet--

and they're here right now
trying to take over.

Your husband is helping them.

Specific enough?

Alien beings
from another planet?

Well, you don't really
believe that, do you?

I've seen
their spaceships.

Well, who hasn't?
Half the...

i've seen them, too.

Aren't you
a privileged minority?

I'm not alone--
others have seen them.

They're certainly keeping
it a secret, aren't they?

You've seen them, too.

I've seen them?

At the plant.

Some of them have
mutated hands--

a crooked fourth finger.

I don't believe it.

Why would George
be helping them?

Ask him.

This is a stupid joke.

A stupid, tasteless joke.

I don't enjoy
your sense of humor, Mr. Baxter.

I think you better leave.

You wanted the truth.

Good-bye.

Dan... Dan, please...

Tell me what we can do
to help him.

This is Edward McEndrick
reporting to you

from a joint session
of the state legislature.

In a moment,
Sergeant George Vikor

winner of the Presidential
Medal of Valor

will be coming down the aisle
to accept the congratulations

of the 98 representatives
gathered here.

On October 23, 1952,
Sergeant Vikor led, drove

and forced his exhausted platoon
to glory.

For three months

all attempts to take Hill 317
from the enemy had failed

but on that
bleak October morning

Sergeant Vikor did not fail.

Losing his entire platoon,
he fought on alone to the top

personally killing
over 30 of the enemy

and then, badly wounded himself

radioed battalion headquarters
that Hill 317 was ours.

Yes, it is a moment in history
that can never be...

(people cheering)

Wait a minute... there he is.

Sergeant Vikor
has just made his appearance.

(cheering continues)

(people cheering)

(turns up volume)

Well, good evening,
Mrs. Vikor.
Good evening.

My husband's working late.

I thought he might need this.

Could you take it to him?

Certainly.
Thank you.

¶

¶

¶

¶

¶

(door sliding open)

(electronic humming)

(whirring)

¶

GEORGE:
...building up
a heavy backlog

on these tubes,
Mr. Nexus.

I think we'll
have enough for
your new arrivals.

NEXUS:
You "think"?

Mr. Vikor, thinking
isn't good enough.

Without these tubes

my people cannot maintain
their human form.

We've got to do more
than think, Mr. Vikor.

We've got to be sure.

Soon there will
be thousands of
my people here.

We must have your
absolute guarantee

that you will fill the
new production quotas.

All right, you've got it.

(phone ringing)
But you've got
to give me more...

Yes?

Yes, what is it, Harriet?

When did it come in?

Yes. I'll be right down.

Teletype just came in.

They've got some
information on that
chauffeur I hired.

(electronic humming)

(alarm ringing)

Yes, yes. Thank you.

Real name: David Vincent.

Architect, from Santa
Barbara, California.

He's reported
alien activities

to police, newspapers
and public officials.

Hello. This is Nexus.

There's been some trouble.

Thanks.

Oh... Officer

can you stop
for a minute?

I need your help.

Sure thing.

Climb in, Mr. Vincent.

(yells)

(jazz music playing)

SHERRI:
Hello?

Mrs. Vikor?

Dan? Where are you?

I've been worried sick
about you.

Are you alone?

Yes, I am now, but listen...

they were here a while ago
looking for you.

I think we ought to call
the police.

Well, not these police.

Some of them are aliens.

I can't hear you.

I said some of the local police
are aliens.

We have to go to
the FBI office in Miami.

Well, I'll call them for you.

First, I have to get out
of this area.

Will you give me some help?

I need your car.

Okay. Where are you?

A place called Wilson's Tavern.

Wilson's... Wilson's...

Oh, yes, I know
where that is.

Look, I'll leave
right away.

I'll be there
in a half hour.

(click)

Are you all right?

Take this.

Thank you.

Let's go...
I'll drive.

All right,
Mr. Vincent

end of the line.

Vincent?

How did you know
where to find me?

She told us.

You bugged my home.

The police have
no right to...

It wasn't the
police, ma'am.

In the car, Vincent.

All right, Sergeant

I'll take care
of these two.

Sorry, Mr. Vikor,
I have to take them...

Let's go inside.

Just a minute...

Mr. Nexus gave me specific
orders that I was to...

I said I'd take care of this,
Sergeant.

Keep an eye on the back door.

We'll wait, Mr. Vikor.

(rock and roll playing)

This man broke
into our plant, Sherri.

Why are you helping him?

George, I know all about
your foreign investors.

Why they are here

and how you've been
helping them.

What kind of poison
have you been feeding her?

She knows what's going on
at the plant.

The regeneration chamber--

the tubes you're manufacturing.

So that's what
you told her, huh?

Your source of information
is a psycho, Sherri.

His real name
is David Vincent.

He's a mental case.

He's been treated
for delusions and fantasies...

tells wild stories about things
that simply don't exist.

Take her to the
plant, Vikor.

Third floor, security building--

show her how crazy I am.

The man is sick, Sherri,
he's sick.

I'd like to go
to the plant, George.

Now.

Why, George?

Why are you doing
this awful thing?

For you.

I want you to
have everything.

I have everything;
remember?

Don't you understand,
Sherri

they'll be running
this planet

and we'll be right
on top with them.

We'll have everything
we ever wanted.

Excellent terms.

All you have to do
is sell out the human race.

Yeah... our precious
human race--

lairs, phonies,
hypocrites.

When I came
back from Korea

I was the big war hero--

medals, interviews

all kinds of
fancy promises

until I really
needed help.

All I asked for
was a small loan

to start a crummy
sheet metal shop.

George, don't.

That's when I got
my lesson in "humanity."

They told me a guy
with a wooden leg

and a plate in his head

was a lousy financial risk.

"Sorry, chum,
business is business."

The only place
you can borrow money

on a Medal of Valor

is in a hock shop.

Their promises
are as phony as they are.

So I made a promise
of my own.

I swore that
someday, somehow

I'd be the man
in charge.

I'd be the one
to say "no."

Well, it's nice to know
you'll be the man in charge.

You can see your wife
has a proper funeral.

She knows too
much about them--

they'll kill her.

They wouldn't dare.

They wouldn't touch her.

I'll see to that.

How?

You wanted the world,
now you've got it.

What are you
going to do?

Give it to them?

Or are you going
to destroy them?

No... no, they'd
destroy me first.

They're going to
do that anyway.

They're going to
do that anyway

after they're
finished using you.

Now, you've got
every piece
of evidence

we need to get
rid of them.

George, help us.

You're the only one who can.

Sherri,
I swear to you

I never thought
you'd be in danger.

I never realized...

Well, then do something
about it.

We're running
out of time.

All right...

All right, but it might
take some doing.

You'll have to trust me.

Let me do it my way--

make it look good.

Otherwise, they'll kill
both of you right now.

Just give me
enough time to
get to the FBI.

Come on, let's go.

Take Mr. Vincent
to the plant, Sergeant.

Make sure nothing
happens to him.

Sorry,
Mr. Nexus told me...

I said take him to the plant.

We'll need him for questioning.

Keep him under guard
in my office

until you hear
from me or Mr. Nexus.

All right, Vincent,
let's go.

Will he be
all right?

I told you to trust me.

Come on,
I'll take you home.

We'll send
for your car later.

George, you are going
to go through with
this, aren't you?

You think I'd let anything
happen to you?

What about
David Vincent?

He'll be all right.

Why don't you go
upstairs now

and get some rest.

I'll call Mr. Nexus
and get this settled.

Okay.

Sherri...

the things you
found out tonight...

the things I've done, I...

George.

After tonight,
nothing matters at all.

Nothing.

(knocking)

What are you doing here?

I was just about
to call you.

I've got David Vincent
under guard at the plant.

And your wife?

She's upstairs. Why?

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute!

Where do you think
you're going?

No. No!

I'm not going
to let you do it.

You've got no right.

You've got Vincent.

Now what do you want
with my wife?

Look, she'll give you
no more trouble.

SHERRI:
George, when are
you coming up?

Oh.

Take your hands off her.

Take your hands
off her!

Mr. Vikor... Mr. Vikor!

We must all make sacrifices.

I delivered Vincent, didn't I?

Isn't that enough?

Now tell them
to leave her alone.

There'll be no pain.

It'll be a simple suicide.

An unhappy woman
who drank too much

and drove
too fast

and finally turned on the gas.

Dear God, George, help me.

George, what
are you doing?

I can't let
you do it.

Must I...

remind you of the rewards
that lie ahead?

Wealth and power beyond
your wildest dreams--

a slave population
of billions.

But you won't be
a slave.

You'll be a master.

You're a very
sensible man,
Mr. Vikor.

How can you possibly
give up so much

for so little?

SHERRI:
George?

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Yes.

We'll take care
of it immediately.

(tires squealing)

(hissing)

(car approaching)

(rapid footsteps)

(pounding)

Sherri?

Sherri.

Come on, Sherri.

SHERRI:
George...

George, please help me.

VINCENT:
Breathe deeply.

Come on, breathe deeply.

Deep breaths.

(deep breathing)

Deep breaths.

Hello, George.

Yeah, she's all right.

I got here just in time.

It was a good idea
giving me that gun.

Right, right.

You just let them think
that I'm responsible.

The government wants you
to remain undercover.

You're the key man, George.

You're the only one
who can help destroy them.

George, Sherri
sends her best.

Hello, George.

Yeah, she's all right.

I got here just in time.

It was a good idea
giving me that gun.

Right, right.

You just let them think

that I'm responsible.

The government wants you
to remain undercover.

You're the key man, George.

You're the only one

who can help destroy them.

George, Sherri sends her best.

No!

He's lying!

He's framing me!

Can't you understand that?!

I didn't
betray you!

He's framing me!
Can't you see that?!

I didn't betray you!

I didn't! It's obvious!

(humming)

Any luck?

Nothing.

They destroyed every
shred of evidence

in the security building.

You think they'll
keep after us?

No, not anymore.

Now that
your husband is...

The police said he died
of a cerebral hemorrhage.

It's not true.

He started dying
years ago

when he was
given these.

Takes a lot of courage
to get one of those...

and to do
what you did.

I have to go.

Where?

Wherever they went.

How long are you going
to go on like this?

As long as it takes.

Good-bye.

David...

good-bye.

NARRATOR:
As the invaders move,
so does David Vincent...

for they must be stopped.

They must be exposed

and if he doesn't do it,
who will?