The Invaders (1967–1968): Season 1, Episode 3 - The Leeches - full transcript

(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.