The Invaders (1967–1968): Season 1, Episode 5 - Vikor - full transcript

After a telephone lineman reports seeing something strange at a manufacturing plant, David Vincent, using an assumed name, gets a job with the plant's owner, George Vikor. Vikor hires David as chauffeur for his wife, who has been arrested twice for drunk driving. Soon, David manages to sneak into the company's security building, where he finds proof of alien activity.

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?