The Invaders (1967–1968): Season 1, Episode 12 - Storm - full transcript

WEATHERMAN: The hurricane
hit Miami at 11:45, then moved west.

There was no
way of predicting it,

no way of charting its
course; it just happened.

It just happened, and 26
people are already dead.

And now I'd like to show
you something really weird.

This shot was made
from our weather plane

in the eye of the hurricane.

This was taken at
approximately 2:30

yesterday afternoon,
Dr. Gantley,

when the storm was at its peak.

GANTLEY: What's the
registry on that boat?



The Lydia J. out of
St. Matthew Beach.

Something wrong, Dr. Gantley?

You don't see it?

None of you see it.

A boat miraculously
survives a hurricane.

A town miraculously
survives a hurricane.

The boat just happens
to be from that town.

Cut the film.

Doctor, don't you think you're
reading something into this

that's less than...?

Less than scientific?

You tell me how a
hurricane of this kind

occurs in the
middle of February.

Explain the storm that
violated every law of nature.



Father Corelli, please.

Yes. It's very important.

Father, this is Ed Gantley.

Yes. I just heard
you were in town.

Look, are you by any
chance going back

to St. Matthew Beach tonight?

Do you mind if an old
friend rides along with you?

Fine.

Oh, I can be ready
as soon as you are.

Uh-huh.

Why don't I meet you down
at the emergency station?

Good.

Good-bye, Father.

(hangs up)

(siren wailing)

(ambulance siren wails)

(wind whistling)

(creaking)

Ed!

Ed! Ed! Are you all right?!

Are you all right?!

Yeah... yes, I'm all right.

Want to go inside
and see a doctor?

No, no. Did you see it happen?

It must've been the wind. Yeah.

Do me a favor, huh?

Next time, let's meet in a bar.

Okay. Come on.

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:

Joseph Campanella...
Barbara Luna.

NARRATOR: In the nightmare
world in which David Vincent moves,

there is seldom reason or logic,

and so, a hurricane
that occurs out of season,

that blankets a 600-mile
area, yet spares a single town--

Such a storm becomes a
part of that nightmare world

and prompts a phone call

to a meteorologist named Gantley

and brings Vincent to a fishing
town near the Florida Keys.

Hi.

Can I help you?

I'd like a room.

Sure.

Just passing through?

I'm looking for Dr. Gantley.

What room is he in?

Room six, but he's not in.

Where can I find him?

Just a second.

Luis?

Yeah?

Any idea where Dr. Gantley
went this morning?

He's in one my boats
out on the water.

Well, is there any
way I can get out there?

I have to see
him. It's important.

Sorry. If you want to see him,

he'll be at Father
Joe's around lunchtime.

Where's that?

Other side of
town, easy to find...

Alongside the church.

Okay. Thank you.

Bar's in there.

Can I see my room?

Thank you.

Yeah.

(groaning, whimpering)

(engine revving)

Lisa, has Dr. Gantley
called yet?

Lisa? Hmm?

Has Dr. Gantley
called? He's late.

Oh. No.

No, he hasn't, Father.

Is there something wrong, Lisa?

I better finish
setting the table.

Lisa?

There's nothing wrong, Father.

I'm just a little
tired, that's all.

Just a little tired?

Mm-hmm.

Look, Lisa, don't
you think it's time

you told me the truth?

You're not just tired.

You're tense; you're on edge.

You've been that way
for a couple of weeks now.

Are you afraid of something?

I'm all right, Father.

Really.

Look, would you like to go
away for a couple of weeks?

I'll scrape together
the money somehow

but I don't want
you getting sick.

I promise I'll take
better care of myself.

I promise I'll take
better care of myself.

(doorbell ringing)
I... I'll get it.

Hello.

My name is Vincent.

I'm looking for Dr. Gantley.

I understand he's
having lunch here today.

Yes. I was expecting
him half an hour ago.

Uh, would you like
to come in and wait?

Hmm, thank you.

(phone ringing)

I'm Father Corelli.

LISA: Hello.

Are you working
with Dr. Gantley?

Uh, no, not exactly.

We've, uh, talked on the phone.

I see. Excuse me.
It's for you, Father.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Yes, Luis.

What?!

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Yes, I-I'll be there
in a few minutes.

What is it, Father?

It's Ed Gantley. He's dead.

Found his boat adrift
just south of here.

Dead...?

How did it happen?

Ed Gantley...

Was it an accident?

We were kids together.

Father, was it an accident?

Cerebral hemorrhage.

I've got to go.

I know this is a bad time,

but I've got to talk
to you about Gantley.

Later, Mr. Vincent.

Did he ever discuss
his job here, his work?

I'm sorry. I have no time.

Father, he told me
something about that hurricane.

I have to know
what he found out.

I'm sorry. I can't
help you, Mr. Vincent.

Whatever he found
out, he kept to himself.

Excuse me. If you'd like to
wait for me, I'll back in an hour.

Lisa... please offer
Mr. Vincent some tea or coffee.

See that he's comfortable.

Lisa, did Dr. Gantley
leave any papers here

or reports of any kind?

Uh... no.

No, not that I can think of.

Well, you might check
his room at the inn.

I'll do that.

Thank you.

Mr. Vincent?

Did you know him very well?

No.

Well, he was a very strange man.

He was always kidding
Father Joe about religion

and yet he spent
hours in that church,

almost every day.

Thank you.

(engine revving)

(pipe organ playing
somber melody)

(organist stops playing)

(deep hum, electrical crackling)

(discordant notes blaring)

(discordant notes blaring)

(discord stops)

(discord blasts)

(discord continues from inside)

(door rattling)

(discord stops)

You'll, uh, have to keep
him quiet for a couple of days.

Concussion can have
some pretty nasty aftereffects.

Will you stop by later?

Can't. Mrs. Hogan's baby is due.

I'll be there all afternoon.

Yeah. Well, uh... thanks, Wally.

Father.

Father...

I'm sorry I wasn't able to
do anything for Dr. Gantley.

I know you were very close.

(whirring)

(oscillating tones)

DR. MACLEUEN: Luis! Luis!

Hello, Doctor!

Why is everything so quiet?

Hope we're not in
for another storm.

I sure hope not, Doctor.

Lisa, why don't you make
Mr. Vincent some fresh tea.

Father...

I hope he's going
to be all right.

You know, before you got
here with the doctor, he was...

he was saying
such... strange things.

Well... crazy
things, like he was...

out of his mind.

He won't be himself for a while.

I'm sure after a
few days' rest...

Don't worry about it.

Here, let me wet that for you.

No, it's all right.

Father, please,
you've got to help me

look around that church.

What?!

(groans)

Mr. Vincent, why do you
want to look around the church?

Dr. Gantley spent
a lot of time there.

Well, maybe that
makes sense to you...

What was Gantley doing
on the water this morning?

What was he looking for?

The Lydia J.

It's a fishing boat
that was caught

in the eye of the
hurricane last week.

It ignored three
separate warnings

from the Coast
Guard to make port.

I guess Dr. Gantley
wanted to find out why.

Who owns that boat?

Luis Perez.

You know him?

We met this morning.

How long has he been here?

CORELLI: Oh...
almost a year, I believe.

And how long have
you been pastor here?

Three months.

Mr. Vincent, I'm
a fairly bright man,

but I haven't the foggiest
notion what you're driving at

or what's driving you.

Ah. Your tea, Mr. Vincent.

Please put it over there, Lisa.

Father...

Mr. Vincent, some
tea will do you good.

Please help me to the church.

Please, Mr. Vincent.
Drink your tea.

There. Come on, Lisa.

Let's leave Mr. Vincent alone.

Yes, Father.

Barometer's falling again.

Father, wait.

You wanted an explanation.

I'll give it to you.

Mr. Vincent, please stay in bed.

Listen to me, please.

If I told you Gantley
was murdered...

murdered because
of something he found

in your church...

Something to do with
those hurricanes...

You'd say I was insane.

Well, if I am, why
did they try to kill me

when I entered your church?

"They"? Who are
they, Mr. Vincent?

Beings from another planet.

I know what that sounds like

but that's what they are...

Beings from another planet
dedicated to our destruction.

Father... that
hurricane last week...

it was aimed
directly up the coast.

It could have hit every big
city from here to Washington.

And now another
hurricane is coming.

These beings... what
do they look like?

Like us.

Just like us...

except some of them have
a deformity of their hands.

(gasps)

Now you know why

I didn't say anything
to the police.

They'd never believe me.

Mr. Vincent,

I am going to insist
that you stay in this bed.

I insist that you rest.

As long as you
are in this house,

you are in my care,

and I'm going to be obeyed.

By tonight, you'll
be feeling better.

We'll talk about it then.

Lisa, I'm going over to the inn.

All right.

I'm worried about Mr. Vincent.

I don't like the idea of
your being all alone here.

Oh, please don't worry.

Please.

All right.

You can reach me at
the inn if you need me.

(oscillating tones)

(oscillating tones grow louder)

(whirring)

(thunder rumbling)

(oscillating
tones rise in pitch)

(loud ticking)

(ticking continues)

(clock chiming loudly)

(ticking continuing)

(cup clatters in slow motion)

(thunder rumbling,
electrical sizzling)

(phone clattering, jangling)

(dial tone droning)

(dial tone)

Luis, any more
reports on the storm?

This time we're not going
to be so lucky, Father.

It's going to hit here tonight

and worse than the
one that hit Tampa.

Let's set my table
up over there.

Wally, I've got to talk
to you about Vincent.

No, that's too small.

I need at least two of
those stuck together.

What about him, Father?

Look, Doctor, if I told you
he thinks these hurricanes

are manufactured by
beings from another planet,

what would you say?

You're kidding.

No, I'm not.

And I'm convinced
he believes it.

Look, Wally, you've got
to look in on him, please.

Father, I can't leave here now.

And there's darn little I
can do for him here anyway.

The best thing you can do

is drive him into
Tampa to the hospital.

Take somebody with you.

Better get started
before the storm hits.

We'll come with you, Father.

I'll get a couple
of men, Father.

Fine. Thanks.

Let me call Lisa and
tell her we're coming.

(dialing phone)

(phone switchhooks clicking)

(dialing)

What's wrong, Father?

The rectory phone is dead.

(wind whistling)

David...

You've had a bad fall.

Here, drink this.

That man I saw you talking to...

just before I passed out...

Please drink this.

Lisa, that man...
There was no man.

He was one of the men who
attacked me in the church.

Get the police on the phone now.

But, David, there was no man.

I've been all alone.

You've been imagining things.

Here, this will
make you feel better.

I saw that man.

David, you have
to drink the water.

No.

David... No!

Sooner or later,

you're going to have to
drink or eat something.

I can wait.

They put you here, didn't they?

I'm not going to drink.

I'm not going to
be driven insane.

Only the first effects
are like insanity.

After another glass or two,

it will become more like...

like a dream.

And what happens to
Washington, New York, Boston?

It's just the
beginning, isn't it?

Next time, it will
be other cities.

Pretty soon, the whole world.

Why worry about it?

And what happens to Father Joe?

Oh, we wouldn't hurt him.

He's been very good
camouflage for us,

ever since he came here and
started to rebuild our church.

Your church?!

Four months ago, it
was empty, abandoned.

So Luis and I took it.

I'm getting very
impatient with you, David.

Now drink this.

Drink it!

David!

David, stop it!

David!

(sobbing)

What in God's name
have you done?

Lisa, what is it? What happened?

Tell me! Tell me!

No, Father, please!

Lisa, what happened?

Father, Father, please
don't make me say it!

You damnable...

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry I hit you.

You're a sick man.

Do you have anything
to say, Mr. Vincent?

Well?

No, Father.

Very well.

John, take my car.

Drive him to the sheriff's
substation up the road.

Let them take him to Tampa.

Yes, Father.

Lisa, you all right?

Father, I was so frightened.

I'm sorry, Lisa.
It's all my fault.

I should never have left
you alone here with him.

(quiet whirring,
oscillating tones)

Hey, Danny, what's wrong?

Road's blocked ahead.

You can't get through.

We got to; we got to get
this man to the hospital.

Hey, aren't you the fellow
who was beat up at the church?

These men are going to kill me.

He's sick, Danny.

Really sick.

You saw what happened
to me in the church.

Did I make that up?

Father Joe said to
take him to the hospital

because he's sick.

You can check with
him, if you want to.

Look, Mr. Vincent, I
know each of these men.

They wouldn't want
to hurt you or nobody.

Look, why take a chance?

If I am sick, take
me to a hospital.

You take me.

Let them decide.

Come on.

Oh, Danny!

That guy went berserk
at Father Joe's house.

He might do it again!

That's what I get paid for!

Come on!

(siren blaring)

I'm ready, Father.

Here, take this.

Go straight to the inn.

You'll be safer there.

Aren't you coming?

I'll be along in a few minutes.

I want to go to
the church first.

What for?

Something I want to do.

But... but, Father, the
wind is much worse

and if we don't leave now,
we won't get to the inn at all.

I'll be along in a minute.

I'm going to say a
prayer for Mr. Vincent.

No, I want to pray for
my own forgiveness.

I treated him very badly, Lisa.

Father, you were
more than fair with him.

Anybody else would
have beaten him.

Really beaten him.

No... no, I'm not fair, Lisa.

I'm a hypocrite.

It's been very easy
to go along and say

"I love all of God's children.

I'll return evil with love."

And, finally, I'm confronted
by the evil act of a sick man,

I strike him in rage and hate.

Lisa, for a moment,
I wanted to kill him.

Any man would have
felt the same way.

I am not any man.

You better run along.

Father...

I'll come with
you to the church.

I'm afraid to go to
the inn by myself.

Very well.

Sergeant, you're going to need

another man at the roadblock.

I got a sick man...

Hey! (tires screeching)

(oscillating tones)

(door opens, closes)

Luis... what is going on here?

What is all this?
How did it get...?

I'm sorry, Father.

I tried to keep you
from coming here.

(stammering)

Please sit down, Father.

Mr. Vincent was right.

He was telling
the truth all along.

Why me? Why my church?

Why did you seek me out?

Who would search
an abandoned church?

And as for seeking
you out, it's very simple.

Lisa was put in your
house to watch you,

make very sure you'd
never find anything out.

And if I did?

To kill you.

I see.

Sit down, Father.

When will I die?

When Luis is through.

Did you include me in
your prayers, Father?

Does my question surprise you?

My prayers were for you...

The forgiveness of
your eternal souls...

yours and theirs.

LISA: And what of your own soul?

No prayers for that?

Or aren't you afraid to die?

When I became a priest, I took
upon myself the pall of death.

Giving up all in order I
might gain all for God.

Behind you!

Stop it, all of you.

Back up.

Go on.

FATHER JOE: Are you all right?

DAVID: I'm all right.
Just watch them.

Let me look at... Stop it!

Stop!

Well?

Why don't you pull the trigger?

Stop or I will shoot.

I don't think so, Father.

I will.

I will.

Whatever lives
is a child of God.

Isn't that what your
religion preaches, Father?

Don't listen to
her, Father. Use it.

Priest or hypocrite...
Which are you?

I think I know which.

Priest.

No!

(wind whistling)

Taxi's here.

Waiting outside.

Thank you.

Any news about
Luis' fishing boat?

No.

Nope. Lost in the storm.

Maybe, in a few days,

some evidence will
wash up on the beach.

I doubt it, Father.

They always disappear.

Anyway, thank you
for talking to the sheriff.

One thing I don't understand.

Why would they let the
hurricane hit here this time?

Why would they
endanger themselves?

I don't know.

After their experience
with Dr. Gantley,

I suppose they were afraid

if another hurricane
bypassed St. Matthew Beach,

it would arouse more curiosity.

David, I'm sorry your
search had to end like this,

but I couldn't let
you kill last night.

Not as a priest.

I understand.

I'll pray for your
success, David.

I'll pray for us all.

Thank you.

NARRATOR: Two
men, two searchers...

the one searching
heaven and earth...

the other searching

in the corridors of
the human conscience.

The search continues.