The hurricane hit Miami
at 11:45 then moved west.
There was no way of predicting it, no way of charting it's 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.
[TV CLICKS OFF]
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. Mathew 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.
[WHIRRING STOPS]
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.
You explain a 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 in any chance, going back to St. Matthew Beach tonight?
Do you mind if an old friend rides along with you?
Fine.
Well, I can be ready as soon as you are.
Uh-huh.
Why don't I meet you down at emergency station.
GANTLEY: Good. Goodbye, father.
[HANGS UP PHONE]
[SIREN WAILING]
[AMBULANCE SIREN WAILING]
[WIND HOWLING]
[TREE CREAKING]
Ed.
Ed, Ed, are you all right?
- Are you all right? - Yeah. Yes, I'm all right.
- Want to go inside, see a doctor? - No, no.
Did you see it happen?
- It must be the wind. - Yeah.
Do me a favour, huh?
- Next time, let's meet at a bar. - Okay, come on.
[ANNOUNCER READING ON-SCREEN TEXT]
ANNOUNCER: Starring Roy Thinnes as architect David Vincent.
NARRATOR: 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.
It began with the landing of a craft from another galaxy.
[WHINING SOUND]
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.
ANNOUNCER: The guest stars in tonight's story:
Joseph Campanella,
Barbara Luna.
[ANNOUNCER READING ON-SCREEN TEXT]
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.
May 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 of my boats out on the water.
Well, is there any way I can I get out there?
I have to see him, it's important.
Sorry, if you wanna see him, he'll be at Father Joe's around lunch time.
- Where's that? - Other side of town. Easy to find.
Alongside the church.
Oh, okay. thank you.
Bar's in there.
Can I see my room?
- Thank you. - Yeah.
[GASPING]
[GRUNTS]
[MOTOR 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'd 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-hm.
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. I--
[DOORBELL RINGS]
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.
- Would you like to come in and wait? - Thank you.
[PHONE RINGS]
- I'm Father Corelli. LISA: Hello?
Are you working with Dr. Gantley?
No, not exactly. We've talked on the phone.
- I see. - Excuse me. It's for you, father.
Oh, excuse me.
Hello.
Yes, Luis.
What?
FATHER JOE: Are you sure?
Yeah. Yes. I'll be there in a few minutes.
What is it, Father?
He said Gantley is dead.
They found his boat adrift just south of here.
- How did it happen? - Ed Gantley.
- Was it an accident? - We were kids.
Father, was it an accident?
Cerebral haemorrhage. I've got to go.
I know this is the bad time, but I've got to talk to you about Gantley.
Later.
Did he ever discuss his job here, his work?
I'm sorry, I have no time.
Father, he told me something about that hurricane.
And 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 be back in an hour.
Lisa, please offer Mr. Vincent some tea or coffee.
See that he's comfortable.
[DOOR CLOSES]
Lisa.
Did Dr. Gantley leave any papers here or reports of any kind?
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.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
[MOTOR REVVING]
[ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING]
[DOOR LOCKS]
[MUSIC STOPS]
[GRUNTING]
[GRUNTS]
[ORGAN PLAYING]
[REVS THEN STOPS]
[ORGAN PLAYING]
[ORGAN STOPS PLAYING]
[GRUNTING]
[ORGAN PLAYING]
[DOOR RATTLING]
[ORGAN STOPS PLAYING]
[ENGINE STARTS]
You'll have to keep him quiet for a couple days.
Concussions can have some pretty nasty after effects.
Will you stop by later?
Can't, Mrs. Hogan's baby is due. I'll be there all afternoon.
Yeah. Well, thanks, Wally.
Father.
I'm sorry I wasn't able to do anything for Dr. Gantley.
I know you were very close.
[ENGINE STARTS]
[WHIRRING]
[POWER ACTIVATING]
[BEEPING]
WALLY: Luis. Luis.
Hello, doctor.
Why is everything so quiet?
I hope we're not in for another storm.
I sure hope not, doctor.
[ENGINE STARTS]
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 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.
Well, 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? - Oh.
Mr. Vincent, why do you wanna look around the church?
Dr. Gantley spent a lot of time there.
Maybe that makes sense to you.
What was Gantley doing on the water this morning?
- What was he looking for? - The Lydia J.
FATHER JOE: A fishing boat 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 he has been here?
FATHER JOE: Oh. Almost a year, I believe.
And how long have you been pastor here?
Heh. Three months.
Mr. Vincent, I'm a fairly bright man.
But I haven't the foggiest notion of what you're driving at.
Or what's driving you.
Oh. Your tea, Mr. Vincent.
Please, put it over there, Lisa.
[SIGHS]
- 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.
The barometer's falling again.
Father, wait.
[GROANS SOFTLY]
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.
But 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 the hands.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Now, you know why I didn't said anything to police.
They'd never believed me.
Mr. Vincent,
I'm gonna insist that you stay in this bed.
I insist that you rest.
As long as you're in this house, you're in my care.
And I am going to be obeyed.
By tonight, you'll be feeling better.
We'll talk about it then.
[DOOR CLOSES]
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.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]
Luis, any more reports on the storm?
This time we're not gonna be so lucky, Father.
It's gonna 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.
That's too small. I'll 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?
[SCOFFS]
- You're kidding. - No, I'm not.
And I'm convinced he believes it.
Look, Wally, you've gotta look at him, please.
Father, I can't leave here now.
And there's darned little I could do for him here anyway.
The best thing is drive him into Tampa, to the hospital.
Take somebody with you.
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, tell here we're coming.
[DIALLING]
What's wrong, Father?
Directory phone is dead.
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's one of the men who attacked me in that church.
You 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.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
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 gonna drink.
I'm not gonna be driven insane.
Only the first effects are like insanity.
After another glass or two, it'll become more
like a dream.
And what happens to Washington, New York, Boston?
It's just the beginning, isn't it?
Next time it'll be other cities.
Very 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!
[LISA GRUNTS]
[DOOR OPENS]
[SOBBING]
What in God's name have you done?
Lisa, what is it? What happened?
Tell me, tell me.
LISA: No, Father, please. - Lisa, what happened?
Father, please, don't make me say it.
You damnable.
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.
[CRYING]
[DOOR CLOSES]
Lisa, are 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.
[ENGINE STARTS]
[WHIRRING]
Hey, Danny, what's wrong?
Road's blocked ahead. You can't get through.
But 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 gonna kill me.
He's sick, Danny, really sick.
But 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 it.
Look, Mr. Vincent, I know each of these men.
They wouldn't wanna hurt you or nobody.
Look, why take a chance?
If I am sick, take me to a hospital. You take me.
VINCENT: Let them decide.
Come on.
Oh, Danny.
That guy went berserk in Father Joe's house.
He might do it again.
That's what I get paid for. Come on.
[SIREN WAILING]
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 wanna go to church first.
What for?
Something I wanna do.
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 want to say a prayer for Mr. Vincent.
No, I wanna 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, I'm not fair, Lisa.
I'm a hypocrite.
It's 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've felt the same way.
I am not any man.
- I 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 gonna need another man at the road block.
I've got a sick man--
Hey.
[TYRES SQUEALING]
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.
Keep me from--
Please sit down, Father.
[WHIRRING INTENSIFIES]
Mr. Vincent was right.
He was telling the truth all along.
But 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.
LUIS: To make very sure you'd never find anything out.
And if I did?
To kill you.
Mm-hm.
[GROANS SOFTLY]
Sit down, Father.
[PRAYING SILENTLY]
[TYRES SCREECH]
When will I die?
When Luis is through.
[THUNDER RUMBLING, DEVICE FIRING]
[WIND HOWLING]
Did you include me in your prayers, Father?
Does my question surprise you?
My prayers were for you.
FATHER JOE: For the forgiveness of your eternal soul.
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
so that I might gain all for God.
Behind you.
Stop it.
All of you. Go back there.
Go on.
FATHER JOE: Are you all right?
VINCENT: Yes. Just watch them.
FATHER JOE: Look at-- Stop it.
[SOUND OF EXPLOSION]
Stop.
Well?
Why don't you pull the trigger?
Stop or I will shoot.
I don't think so, Father.
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.
FATHER JOE: No.
Your taxi's here waiting outside.
Thank you.
Any news about Luis' fishing boat?
No.
Lost in the storm.
Maybe in 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 will 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.
[DOOR CLOSES]
NARRATOR: Two men, two searchers.
The one, searching heaven and Earth.
The other searching in the corridors of the human conscience.
The search continues.