"That's Wilk up there." "Good-looking guy, huh?" "Is that it?" "Uh, the bandage?" "Yeah." "He was standing by the window when that deuce and a half backed into it." "I'll tell you, the piece of glass must've been about a foot long." "CHARLIE:" "Put a gash in his wrist about..." "I don't know, two, three inches long, something like that." "No blood, huh?" "Nothing." "Of course, he took a handkerchief out and wrapped it around right away, but there was absolutely nothing." "Why didn't you tell somebody?" "What am I going to say?" "That you got a spaceman working as personnel manager?" "Forget it." "Where's the security office?" "Second door over." "Keep an eye on him." "Yeah." "All right, Gilman, what do you want?" "All right, Gilman, toss down that wrench;" "climb up here." "But he-he just burned up." "He disappeared." "It means you were right about him." "It means you're a murderer." "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 have taken human form." "Somehow, he must convince a disbelieving world that the nightmare has already begun." "The guest stars in tonight's story:" "Don Gordon." "Russell Johnson." "Harold Gould." "Lynda Day." "Malcolm Atterbury." "NARRATOR:" "David Vincent, brought to Jackson City by a report of alien presence, must now help a friend account for the absence of that alien." "At 2:00 this afternoon, Charles Gilman goes on trial for the murder of Fred Wilk." "Sorry I'm late, Mr. Vincent." "Did you find anything?" "No, I got nothing." "So far, Fred Wilk checks out good as gold." "Well, dig deeper." "Before a year ago, he never existed." "I need proof." "I sent away for his high school transcript, college records." "It would be easy to prove if he did exist." "Look, you're getting paid for this, aren't you?" "That's kind of why I'm here." "I'm a couple of days up on you." "Got nothing on his wife yet, either." "I'm on my way over there now." "Stick with it." "We're running out of time." "Yeah, yeah, I'm looking, believe me." "I'm just not finding." "David:" "I'm sorry to bother you at this time, but it is important." "I see." "Were you a friend of my husband's?" "No." "A business associate, then?" "No, actually, I'm from the insurance company." "Well, I've already spoken to our agent." "Well, this is the industrial accident policy that the company carries." "I see." "Uh, sit down." "Thank you." "There are a few questions I'd like to ask you." "Of course." "First of all, how long did you know your husband?" "Well, actually, I only knew him a few weeks before we were married." "That was... about a year ago." "Was he from here in, uh, Jackson City?" "Well, no." "Uh, actually we moved here about the same time." "I'm from Springdale, and my husband is from a small town in Southern Indiana." "Can I get you, uh, coffee or a drink or..." "Thank you." "Did you go to school in Springdale?" "Since kindergarten." "What about your husband?" "I don't see why all this is so important." "(doorbell rings)" "Excuse me." "(door opens)" "SLATER:" "Hello, Mrs. Wilk." "JANET:" "Hi." "I, uh, dropped by." "I wanted to talk to you." "Let's see, uh, whose car is that outside?" "I noticed somebody's parked at the curb." "JANET:" "Oh, it's, uh, an insurance investigator." "He's from the company." "SLATER:" "Oh?" "What's he doing?" "Is he asking questions?" "JANET:" "Well, yes." "A lot of... strange questions." "SLATER:" "Uh-huh." "Poking around and asking questions." "An insurance agent." "What kind of a cheap trick!" "All right, you, out!" "I don't understand." "I said, out!" "Sure." "It's a friend of Gilman's." "DAVID:" "Who are you?" "Slater, County Attorney." "Look, if you're not out of here in ten seconds, you're gonna find yourself under arrest for trespassing." "The lady let me in." "Sure, you lied to her." "That may be." "And she may have returned the favor." "Mrs. Wilk." "Mr. Slater." "Oh, Mr. Vincent... you may as well stop your snooping." "Gilman killed him, and that's all there is to it." "Look, I killed him." "Plead guilty and get it over with." "Charlie, you didn't kill a man." "You destroyed an alien." "Will you remember that?" "Oh, that's great... but who's going to believe it, huh?" "How about you?" "You think Fred Wilk was from some other planet, something like that?" "Well, I have to admit..." "There you are." "How about, uh..." "How about a plea of self-defense, something like that?" "No." "That plainclothesman, uh, Wiznofsky-- he saw you hit Wilk with a wrench." "He could also say that Wilk didn't have a weapon." "What did he say to you?" "What do you mean?" "Well, he must've said something to you before..." "No, he didn't say anything." "Well, you just hit him?" "Yeah, that's right." "Come on, I don't believe you." "I don't care what you be..." "Go on." "Who needs you?" "Get out of here!" "Look, I stuck by you in Korea, I'm going to stick by you now." "So just cool down, huh?" "Now, what about this, uh, Slater, the county attorney?" "How long has he been here?" "I don't know." "About a year, I guess." "Only a year?" "I understand he was a friend of Wilk's." "Hey, you think he's an alien?" "Well, they arrived at the same time." "He could've arranged to have himself assigned to this case." "It's possible." "You're not actually suggesting that Slater could be one of these... invaders of yours?" "Only suggesting." "Maybe the judge, too, huh?" "I doubt that." "That's why we waived the jury." "We have a better chance of convincing one man than 12 unknowns and maybe a couple of ringers." "Now, look, I've sat here and listened to you two." "I want to tell you something." "I took this case only because Bill Cleary's out of town, and, uh, Howard Mitchell is laid up with arthritis." "I'm not going to stand up in open court and claim that there are flying saucers or that kind of nonsense, and I am most certainly not going to accuse my colleague of being some sort of space monster." "You don't have to claim anything." "Just ask the questions." "When Wiznofsky gets finished telling his story," "I may not have any questions to ask." "And when we got inside the room, there was no sign of the victim." "Gilman had already taken the body and..." "Objection, Your Honor." "SYMONDSON:" "Sustained." "Confine your testimony to those things you actually witnessed." "Yes, sir." "All right, Sergeant Wiznofsky, was there any other entrance to the furnace room?" "No." "Was there, within the room, anyplace to dispose of a body?" "Yes, sir." "There was a large, open furnace." "Was this furnace operative at the time?" "I'll say." "It was going like a..." "I was about to say" ""It was going like a blast furnace."" "Your witness." "No questions, Your Honor." "The defense reserves the right to cross-examine." "You may step down, Sergeant." "Call your next witness, Mr. Slater." "Mr. David Vincent." "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?" "I swear." "Please state your name and occupation." "David Vincent, architect." "You're a friend of the defendant, aren't you?" "Yes." "Now, Mr. Vincent, on the afternoon of Mr. Wilk's murder..." "Uh... disappearance." "Very well." "On the afternoon of Mr. Wilk's disappearance, you were with Sergeant Wiznofsky at the window of the furnace room, were you not?" "Yes." "Now, you heard Sergeant Wiznofsky's testimony as to what occurred?" "Yes." "Was his account correct?" "Yes, it was." "Then you did see the defendant raise the pipe wrench and strike Mr. Wilk on the head with it?" "DAVID:" "Yes, but Mr. Wilk did not die." "You saw him alive again afterwards?" "No." "You never saw him again, did you, Mr. Vincent?" "No." "What you did see was Mr. Wilk fall to the floor, and when you entered the room, the body was gone, and there was an open blazing furnace." "That correct?" "As far as it goes." "Yes or no, Mr. Vincent?" "Yes." "Your witness." "Your Honor, I'd like to make a statement." "Your Honor, Mr. Vincent is not a defendant in this case nor is he an attorney." "I think it's very important." "It's slightly irregular, Your Honor." "David:" "That's just my point, Your Honor." "This entire case is slightly irregular." "You may make your statement, Mr. Vincent, but, uh, try and keep it brief as possible." "Yes, I did see Charlie hit Mr. Wilk over the head with that pipe wrench." "Ask Charlie himself." "He'll say he did it." "However, I understand the definition of murder is the killing of another human being." "Fred Wilk was not a human being." "SYMONDSON:" "This court will recess for one half hour." "(gavel banging)" "Mr. Vincent," "I'd like to see you in my chambers." "Slater, Bernard, you, too." "Mr. Vincent, I hope I don't have to remind you that a man's life is at stake here." "Your Honor, I'm aware of that." "I trust this wasn't your idea, Mr. Bernard." "No, sir." "I told both the defendant and Mr. Vin..." "He had nothing to do with it." "Charlie saw Fred Wilk disintegrate." "Now, that may not prove that he was a creature from another planet, but it certainly indicates he wasn't human." "If that's what he saw." "He saw that." "Mr. Vincent, are you asking us to..." "All right, all right, gentlemen!" "Let's not try the case here." "Your Honor, I don't know exactly what the defense has in mind, but it certainly looks as if they're trying to turn this trial into a three-ring circus." "We're trying to prove what happened." "That's what we're all here for, Mr. Vincent-- the truth." "But I must warn you against any more grandstanding." "Your Honor, we must have a certain latitude." "Latitude, Mr. Vincent, not license." "Yes, sir." "That's all, gentlemen." "I'm sorry, Your Honor." "I realize you're in quite a spot." "I'm afraid I don't see it." "Well, not if you find Gilman guilty, of course." "The case will be decided on the evidence, Mr. Slater." "Well, I'm sure of that, Your Honor." "But the way I heard it, you're being considered for the state Supreme Court." "What's your point?" "If this trial goes another day, the newspapers will have a picnic." "A barbecue." "Well, can't you just see the governor appointing a man who, in effect, had announced his belief in little green Martians?" "Get out, Slater." "Just let Symondson do the judging." "You know, I've got a reputation to protect." "I just can't..." "What about Charlie Gilman's life?" "Excuse me." "I would like to know why you're doing this." "Doing what?" "Smearing my husband's memory." "Look, lady, what I said in court about your husband is true." "You know it isn't." "Maybe you have reason for denying it." "Yes." "I have every reason." "He was my husband." "That's not what I meant." "Maybe you had the same reason he had for hiding the truth." "You were pretty rough on her." "Why not?" "She was married to an alien." "She's probably one herself." "I wish I could make up my mind." "About what?" "Whether I'm handling a case that'll make history or whether I'm being sucked in by a couple of kooks." "Maybe I'm the victim of a giant put-on." "Well, you don't have to worry about that." "As I said before, let Symondson do the judging." "It's his job." "You may cross-examine, Mr. Bernard." "Now, Miss Cole, you testified that the defendant entered the restaurant where you worked, walked over to the table where Mr. and Mrs. Wilk were sitting, and without any provocation, physically assaulted Mr. Wilk." "Well, not exactly." "What do you mean, "not exactly"?" "I mean, that's not exactly how I said it, but that's how it happened okay." "And you're absolutely sure that Mr. Wilk didn't do or say anything that might've provoked the attack?" "The only one that said anything at all was that one there." "He said..." "wait a minute," "I want to get it right." "Yeah... he said, "I ought to kill you."" "(spectators murmuring)" "Miss Cole, during the fight or after, did you see any blood on Mr. Wilk?" "No." "No further questions." "I have one more question, Miss Cole." "As many as you need." "When did you stop watching the fight?" "As soon as it started to get rough." "I think that one, he picked up a glass, and I couldn't look no more." "I don't like violence and that stuff, you know." "No further questions." "SYMONDSON:" "You may step down," "Miss Cole." "Mrs. Janet Wilk." "You swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?" "I swear." "You are Mrs. Janet Wilk?" "Yes." "And the widow of the late Fred Wilk?" "I am." "I'll have to ask you to speak up a little, Mrs. Wilk." "Yes, sir." "How long were you and Mr. Wilk married?" "11 months." "And you have one child-- an infant." "Yes." "Now, Mrs. Wilk, you were present in the courtroom during the testimony of Sergeant Wiznofsky and Miss Cole, weren't you?" "I was." "Was Miss Cole's account of the fight between your husband and the defendant an accurate description of that encounter?" "Yes." "Did you hear the defendant say" ""I ought to kill you"?" "Mrs. Wilk?" "Yes, I heard him." "SLATER:" "Well, now, Mrs. Wilk, do you know of any reason why the defendant, Charles Gilman, should attack your husband either that night at the restaurant on or on the day of his death?" "Do you, Mrs. Wilk?" "Well... before I moved here... before I met Fred..." "Go on." "Before that, Charlie and I were engaged for three years." "SLATER:" "You were engaged to the defendant in this case?" "MRS. WILK:" "Yes." "And then we had a big fight, and I moved here to Lincoln City." "And about a year later, Charlie came, too." "But by that time, I'd already married Fred... and Charlie..." "Well, Charlie didn't like that much." "Ask for a recess." "Your Honor... this testimony comes as something of a surprise." "I should like a few moments to consult with my client." "This court will recess for 15 minutes." "All right, let's hear it." "What?" "The whole story." "You just heard it." "From you." "Well, it, uh..." "it was like she said." "We had a fight, she moved here, I took it for about a year, then I followed and, uh... she was already married to Wilk, had a kid and... and that's it." "Why didn't you tell us that?" "I don't know." "Well, maybe I know." "Maybe you just wanted me here for an elaborate cop-out." "Maybe Wilk was as human as you or I." "Maybe you did throw him into the furnace." "Well, if that's what you want to believe, pal, you go right ahead." "That's not what I believe, Charlie, but why didn't you say something?" "Now they've established a motive." "Then change the plea to guilty." "That's what they're going to come up with, anyway." "Why did you kill him?" "Because... because he was an alien." "You didn't know he was an alien when you started that fight in the restaurant." "Oh, look, I..." "I had a couple of drinks." "I was feeling sorry for myself." "I don't know... maybe I was thinking about Janet." "I don't know!" "Were you thinking about her when you killed him?" "What did he say to you before you hit him?" "I don't remember." "You don't remember." "Was it about Janet?" "Come on, was it about Janet?" "Yes, it was about Janet." "Now get off my back!" "I'm guilty." "We can still fight this if we can prove Wilk was an alien." "No!" "Maybe Brennan will come up with something." "Look, don't you understand?" "I killed a man." "What are you talking about?" "Wilk was a man." "They're about ready to reconvene." "We'll be there." "Judge Symondson..." "We'll be there!" "Now say it again for me." "I wanted to kill him." "And at that very moment, he could have been a man, but I didn't even think about that." "I just wanted to kill him!" "But he was an alien." "Yeah." "That's the point." "Are you still in love with her?" "(soft chuckle)" "She married another guy." "Did I ask you that?" "Well, what if I am?" "Wait a minute..." "I have a question." "If Wilk was one of your aliens, why would he marry her?" "I mean, what for?" "I don't know." "Part of his cover." "You sure you're not riding your own horse, Mr. Vincent?" "What is that supposed to mean?" "I want him to defend himself, so I can prove there are aliens here on Earth?" "Something like that." "I don't know, that may be part of it." "If only we could prove what we're trying to prove." "Terrific." "How do we do it?" "Fred Wilk has lived here for the last year." "He had a job, family, friends... he was an active member of the community." "All we have to do is prove he never existed." "Look, I'm not interested in how much he earned." "All I want to find out is if he filed a federal return." "Yeah... anytime before last year..." "Right... thanks." "(flips switch) Sorry, Alec." "Now, any service record, or if not, why not?" "Soon." "Yesterday would be nice." "I got a murder trial going." "Get me David Vincent." "I'll see." "Just a moment." "Oh, Mr. Vincent... telephone." "Thank you." "Hello." "Vincent..." "Fred Wilk may have lived before last year, but he sure hasn't proved it to me." "He hasn't even come close." "Well, he doesn't have to prove he did." "We have to prove he didn't." "I might even be able to help you out there, Mr. Vincent." "How much time I got?" "Until 7:00." "Now, get on it, will you, please?" "Was this Charlie's idea my testifying for the defense?" "No." "It was mine." "He didn't like the idea." "Thought it would embarrass you." "It will." "Worse things can happen." "Look, Mr. Vincent, this isn't Perry Mason." "You want me to go in there and save him." "Well, I can't do that." "Charlie killed a man." "Maybe not the nicest guy in the world... maybe not the greatest husband... but a man." "We don't think so." "It's Charlie" "I don't think is much of a man." "He swears he loves me, then he takes the first freight out of town." "He resents my marrying Fred, so he beats him up... and that's not enough... and he kills him... and he lies." "He lies about everything that's happened." "Well, he told me something this morning that I believe." "What?" "He loves you." "And you believe him?" "Do you believe anything he says?" "Every word." "I swear to you, every word is God's truth." "Your witness." "Mr. Gilman, this man that you admit to killing..." "Objection!" "He does not admit to killing a man." "Sustained." "This thing that you killed-- this being... this... do you mind if we call him Fred Wilk?" "All right." "You worked in the same plant with him, didn't you?" "Yes." "Mm-hmm." "Along with 400 other people." "Yes." "Where you were the only one who claimed that he wasn't human." "Yes." "But of course, you knew him better than they did, didn't you?" "I mean, you knew him socially." "He married your old girlfriend, didn't he?" "Yes." "And that's why you killed him." "Why doesn't mean anything." "He wasn't a human being." "Oh, come on, Mr. Gilman." "He breathed, didn't he?" "He ate." "He cried, he laughed, he walked, he talked, and he wasn't human?" "No." "He was a father, Mr. Gilman." "He had a child, and yet you claim he wasn't human." "Now, how can that be?" "Will you please explain that to me?" "How can that be?" "He was not a human being." "No further questions." "BERNARD:" "Janet Wilk to the stand, please." "May I remind you, Mrs. Wilk, you're still under oath." "Mrs. Wilk..." "Yes?" "How long were you married to Fred Wilk?" "Um, a little under a year." "And how long had you known him before you were married?" "Only a few weeks." "What do you know about his past, uh, before you met him?" "Well, nothing." "As far as I know, he never existed before I met him." "And your... marriage-- how would you characterize it?" "My marriage was not good." "In what respect?" "Well..." "He never touched me." "He never wanted to." "Why?" "Had he no human desires?" "No human drives?" "Your Honor, I object." "The use of the word "human" in this context?" "Overruled." "A wife is a better judge of her husband's behavior than a lawyer." "SYMONDSON:" "I'm, uh, sorry to disappoint you in that regard, Mr. Slater." "Answer the question, Mrs. Wilk." "No human desires." "None whatever." "Why do you think that Fred Wilk-- to all outward appearances a man, a normal human being-- could not have, uh, relations with you?" "Your Honor, objection." "It hasn't been established that he could not." "All that's been said is that he did not." "Sustained." "There was something cold... almost... inhuman." "(scoffs)" "Objection, Your Honor." "If the question at bar is was a man a man, you don't call him inhuman." "Sustained." "And, Your Honor, I must object to the spectacle of a wife assassinating her husband's memory after he's dead." "SYMONDSON:" "overruled and out of order." "(banging gavel)" "BERNARD:" "Did you tell Charles Gilman the defendant..." "Did you express to him your feelings that your husband was not..." "what you expected him to be?" "Yes, sir, I had." "Mrs. Wilk, what do you think?" "Was Fred Wilk a human being or was he not?" "I wish I knew." "You may cross-examine." "All right, Mrs. Wilk..." "you've been telling us that in some respects, your... your husband was not a human being-- not a normal man." "Yes, sir." "Are you a normal woman?" "I believe so." "Married 11 months?" "Yes, sir." "And you have a son?" "Yes, sir." "Who's four months old." "Yes, sir." "Well, then are we correct in assuming, Mrs. Wilk, that your husband-- your late husband-- is not the father of this child?" "Yes, sir." "Well, will you please tell us, Mrs. Wilk, who is?" "Objection!" "Immaterial and irrelevant." "Would, uh, Counsel approach the bench?" "You raised this line of questioning, Mr. Bernard, and I'm inclined to let prosecution pursue it." "On the other hand, I don't want to cause this woman needless humiliation." "I'll require an answer if it's relevant to the case." "I believe it's very relevant, Your Honor." "It'll further establish motive, and it'll cast doubt on the credibility of this witness." "You're impeaching your own witness, Mr. Slater." "I realize that, Your Honor." "Very well." "Objection overruled." "Proceed, Mr. Slater." "Thank you, Your Honor." "All right, Mrs. Wilk, who is the father?" "Charles Gilman." "SLATER:" "The defendant." "You were in love with him." "I was." "And still are?" "Yes." "SLATER:" "So you never loved your husband." "In fact, you were pregnant when you married him." "Probably never encouraged him." "Do you really blame him for not having relations with you?" "He... he couldn't." "You wanted him to be a normal husband." "Were you a normal wife?" "I guess not." "So, outside of your desire to protect the defendant, do you have any specific proof that Fred Wilk was not what he seemed to be-- a man?" "No, sir." "No further questions." "Janet..." "I'm sorry." "I'm not." "I told Mr. Vincent I'd be embarrassed to go up there and say those things... but I wasn't... not a bit." "Did it help?" "It's a start." "Telephone call for Mr. Vincent." "BERNARD:" "Defense calls John Lovell." "Hello?" "BRENNAN:" "Vincent, I've got it." "Now, I can't guarantee that Fred Wilk was card-carrying member of outer space, but he sure wasn't Fred Wilk." "Birth certificate, fingerprints, Social Security-- none of it adds up." "No mistakes?" "No mistakes." "How long will it take you to get here?" "They're flying it down from the state Capitol." "Keep the trial going till 7:00." "I'll meet you in the parking lot." "Nice going, Brennan." "Be careful." "SLATER:" "So, Mr. Lovell, the fact that there was no trace of a human being in the ashes is not conclusive?" "Thank you very much, Mr. Vincent." "LOVELL:" "I only testified that there is no evidence a man burned up." "I drew no conclusions." "SLATER:" "Well, when a man burns in a furnace, can science establish it with certainty?" "LOVELL:" "Usually." "SLATER:" "Usually..." "but not always." "So that it's entirely possible that a human being-- Fred Wilk, say-- could be incinerated and yet leave no trace." "Except for the trace of calcium." "Many substances contain calcium." "Including human beings." "Including, among other things, human beings." "No further questions." "Oh... this isn't helping one bit." "I can keep setting them up and Slater's going to keep knocking them down." "I've got nothing to go on." "Do you understand?" "Just keep this thing going until 7:00." "Brennan found something?" "Everything." "Proof that Wilk was an alien?" "Proof that he wasn't Fred Wilk." "Oh, that's not enough." "Our defense is that Charles didn't kill a man." "Now, the best this can do is to establish that he killed a different man." "Now, listen to me-- you're paying me for advice." "My advice is to try and make a deal." "Say that Fred Wilk was a man." "But he wasn't a man." "Say he was." "Make a deal with them, Charlie." "Get off with your life." "Have you concluded your case, Mr. Bernard?" "No deal." "Right?" "Right." "Your Honor, may we have a continuance till 7:00 p.m.?" "On what grounds?" "A key witness, I believe." "SLATER:" "Well, Your Honor... if the defense isn't ready, the prosecution is." "We have a key witness ourselves." "All right, Mr. Bernard?" "All right, Your Honor." "The People call Mr. Fred Wilk, Sr." "No..." "What is this?" "I don't know." "Name and address?" "Fred Wilk, Sr." "Rural Free Delivery number three, Omaha, Nebraska." "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?" "I do." "Mr. Wilk... is this a picture of your son?" "My natural son-- born July 7, 1933." "I ask that this be marked and introduced into evidence." "Now, Mr. Wilk, just two questions." "Are you his father?" "I am." "I, uh, took the liberty of bringing along his birth certificate." "And... where's his mother?" "Stand up, Mother." "No further questions." "You may cross." "No questions." "SLATER:" "Your Honor, in view of this conclusive evidence that the murder victim, Fred Wilk, Jr., was a man, a whole man and nothing but a man, the prosecution respectfully moves for a directed verdict of guilty on all charges and specifications." "Who sent you here?" "A friend of the cause, Mr. Vincent." "You'd better come with me." "I'm afraid we can't, David." "Say, Mr. Vincent..." "I'd say we've kind of got you by the ears." "What would you say?" "They're all over the place" "Mr. Fred Wilk, Sr., the district attorney." "You can't stop them and I can't stop them." "Listen, it's almost 7:00." "Brennan will be here any minute." "Brennan's not going to save me." "Look, they can't cover forever." "We'll find something out." "We're going to Omaha-- check RFD number three..." "And prove what?" "That Fred Wilk, Sr., never existed?" "Now, you listen to me." "I'm running out of time." "I want that attorney down here now." "I want to make a deal." "It's my life!" "Charlie, I know that." "I need a little more time." "(snorts)" "You know, you never knew in the army how scared I was of dying, did you?" "Nightmares for three whole years in Korea." "I thought I was over that." "You want to know what I dreamed last night?" "I'll talk to the lawyer." "Yeah." "Let me talk to Brennan first." "Hi, pretty." "Hi." "Brennan... you're a lifesaver." "All right, what did Brennan have for us?" "A cerebral hemorrhage." "He's dead." "(incredulous sigh)" "So, that's how they do it." "That's how." "Who knew he was coming?" "I don't know." "You said something in court about a key witness at 7:00." "Well... that's that." "Charlie wants to make a deal." "What can you do for him?" "Well, I don't think they'll take self-defense." "Voluntary manslaughter, maybe... murder in the second." "We could try temporary insanity." "Yeah, it sounds that way, doesn't it?" "The whole world is nuts and everyone in it." "Well, I'll get together with the judge and Slater in his chambers..." "see what they'll do for us." "Listen, whatever you do, make sure you get two guarantees-- make sure he gets off with his life..." "Of course." "And try to keep the door open." "I don't care how long it takes, I'm going to find proof, and when I do, I want him set free." "I'll try." "Okay." "I'll tell him." "(sighs)" "It could mean 20 years in jail or... or an insane asylum someplace." "I don't know." "It doesn't matter." "We're together now." "It's right." "We're right." "What's the matter?" "Bernard's making a deal right now." "Brennan came up empty, huh?" "He's dead." "They killed him." "I found him outside in his car." "What about the evidence?" "Whoever killed him took it." "I'd like to know what Slater was doing about then." "You think Slater killed him?" "It's a good guess." "Well, maybe your lawyer saw him." "Bernard?" "Well, yes, I saw him coming in from the parking lot when I was coming up here." "Are you sure?" "Yes." "He was carrying some envelopes-- papers or something." "Guard!" "We were just talking about you, Mr. Vincent." "Come in." "We've been trying to see our way clear to a compromise in this case." "Yes, sir." "When one man maintains a lie in the face of the evidence, he's probably demented, but two men..." "I have to ask myself," ""Is it a conspiracy..." "an attempt to evade justice?"" "Now, these gentlemen may suggest a compromise." "I have to approve it, but I won't until I understand why you and the defendant told such an improbable story." "(sighs)" "May I?" "Help yourself." "(glass shattering)" "I'm sorry." "I..." "I must be nervous." "Your Honor... what if I do believe all this?" "What if I believe there are alien beings here on Earth who have no pulse, no heartbeat... who feel no pain?" "You believe it?" "Is that what you're saying?" "I'll leave that to you." "Maybe there aren't aliens here on Earth, but people who don't bleed when they're cut." "SYMONDSON:" "Stop that man!" "Hold it!" "Hold it!" "Stop or I shoot!" "Did you see him burn?" "Just like they said." "All rise." "Be seated." "CLERK:" "Will the defendant rise, please?" "Because of the unusual aspects of this case," "Mr. Slater has agreed to move for a dismissal of the charge on ground of insufficient evidence." "SYMONDSON:" "Motion granted." "Case dismissed." "Say, Vincent..." "you know something?" "For a minute there, I was almost afraid" "I was going to be your next slashing victim." "Well, I had thought about it." "You really thought that Slater here was one of your aliens?" "For a while, Judge." "You should've asked me." "He was a student of mine in law school." "And one of your best, huh, Judge?" "Right." "(chuckling)" "But I never did like him." "It's been an interesting couple of days." "It sure has." "Let's see, the last time you said that was, um..." "Inchon Landing." "Next time I call, you won't head the other way?" "No." "More than likely, I'll call you." "You know they're here now..." "the judge, Slater..." "I may ask all three of you to prove my case." "Well, we'll be there." "You know, I like that judge, Charlie." "Do you think he'd perform the ceremony?" "I don't know." "I don't know why not... if you two can pass the blood test." "(chuckles)" "See you." "NARRATOR:" "Three more witnesses to testify on David Vincent's behalf when he has his day in court-- when he presents his case to the authorities proving the existence of alien invaders."