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The CBS Radio Mystery Theater presents...
Welcome, I'm E.G. Marshall with another adventure in the macabre.
I'm a collector of stories about experiences which are out of the ordinary and which most
of us would prefer to avoid.
Still, I find a perverse kind of pleasure in sharing the unexpected and the bizarre.
It purges my own concerns about the unknown, and there is so much that is on our planet,
and in the universe, as a man named El Wilson, a farmer who lives near both in Connecticut,
just found out after encountering a phenomenon.
Don, if I know what to do with it, carry.
You'll have to get rid of it.
Well, thank you, lucky stars.
It didn't destroy the barn.
When's that astronomer going to be here?
Dana?
That is named?
Yeah.
Charles Dana.
He'll be here first thing in the morning.
He was pretty excited.
Then ask him to take it away.
It makes me nervous.
It might be radio, whatever they say.
Let's be or act here.
That's dangerous.
Our mystery drama, The Meteorite, was written especially for the mystery theater by Roy
Windsor and stars John Beale.
It is sponsored in part by Sign Off, The Sign of Medicine, and General Electric Citizen
Band radios.
I'll be back shortly with Act One.
I suppose that at one time or another you stood outside and looked up and wonder at the
night sky and the endless panorama of the stars.
We've landed men on the moon and we've sent space rockets to circle Mars.
But as we learn more about the universe, we learn how little we really know.
It is infinite.
Emerson wrote, There is no chance, no anarchy in the universe.
All is system and gradation.
Every god is there sitting in his sphere, true.
Al Wilson didn't know it when he and his wife returned from evening service at their church,
he is about to find out.
Aren't you going to put the car away out?
I'll do it later.
Get it mentioned checkers.
You invite over to.
Is it more?
No.
I suppose so.
Look at them star.
My goodness, what a fine night.
That I brought in the rest of them to mate us.
Yep.
We'll have four tonight.
Oh.
What's left above the bar?
Way up in the sky.
See?
A...
This kind of cone of light.
You never see anything like that, this close.
Listen.
Wind come up.
Look at that.
It's the traveling fast and lightning.
It's coming this way toward our farm.
Let's get away from here.
It's headed toward the house.
We'll be going up.
Come on.
Well, we're going over the barn.
Do you feel it?
He's never seen anything like that.
He goes the barn.
Well.
Well.
Well.
Oh.
Oh, Lord.
Thank you, Lord.
It missed.
Oh.
Bear it in soul for me.
I'll pass you.
In my life.
Are you alright?
I have never been so scared in my life.
It could have destroyed everything here.
Look out there.
It's a cloud rising from it.
Oh.
Oh, I've got to tell Gary.
We'll take a look at it.
No.
No you won't.
I don't want to go and do that thing.
And Gary, either.
You know, we'll grow up just to burn out, Chuck.
A rock, Gary.
But it exploded once and hit the ground.
We're sure because it was red hot now.
It's cooling off.
Isn't it dangerous?
Well, you come into the house.
But, Garret, what are you doing?
Telephone in.
I won't have either of you prowling around that thing tonight.
Well, okay.
I guess it could wait a little in the morning.
I'm a little leery of it myself.
Everything all right, Garret?
Or is the washing machine upside down?
Oh, no, no.
No damage, Garret.
I don't know, Christmasteller and other preserves about the shelves.
I gave the washing machine a reassuring pat and said, you night.
How can you be so cold, Garret?
We pay high enough taxes on this little house.
Come on, come on.
I'm going to calm yourself.
It's overwhelming.
Oh, that's what you're thinking.
It's an outrage.
And the mayor's going to hear about it.
Ah, yes, but, Blast, they must get there to be progress.
Progress, my foot.
They wreck a perfectly beautiful mountainside for what?
Another ribbon of concrete leading nowhere,
paid for out of our money.
And what's the rush?
Why do they have to shake my fillings loose on Sunday night?
I find that a little too silly.
The mayor's going to get an earful when he throws into his office tomorrow morning.
Blast into widen the road while people are sitting down to Sunday supper.
Okay, okay.
But I refuse to have the big one over something over which I have no control.
The big one.
Yeah.
It's school-gid jargon.
Cardiac arrest.
No, sir.
Not for Garret Smith.
If you want to quarrel on it, you just telephone them in.
Hello.
Or calm down.
Honey, there was no damage done.
So put the experience behind you.
Ah.
Save by the bell.
If it's for me, tell them I'm blowing in my fillings.
Hello, Garret Smith.
You hear the blast all bad?
Oh.
Yeah, yeah.
It put more than space.
Any damage to the farm?
Just a trench in the farm past you.
You know where Tomkins got across the state road?
Uh-huh.
Yeah, that's a long way from where they're working now.
Who?
Who's working?
Where?
You know, there's crew that's blasting on the mountainside.
What crew?
I'm talking about the explosion.
What's so am I?
Well, they don't blast on Sunday night, Garret.
You don't know what happened?
No, I guess I don't.
A shooting star landed 10 minutes ago in my farm past it.
Oh, what?
You're kidding me.
I don't know.
Apparently you can persuade Garret to let us investigate.
You mean that I'll meet you right later on your farm?
Will you tell me you're the science teacher?
Come on over.
Don't get right away.
What was that about?
A meteorite?
Don't blame the state honey.
Don't blame the mayor.
Blame a phenomena.
That explosion that shook the house?
That was not from blasting.
A meteorite landed on our farm and plowed up half as far past her.
Here he had terrified.
I tell you, my legs turned watery.
I yelled it out to run, but I couldn't.
And he said they're wide-eyed.
Marvellous.
All it's marvelous is that it didn't hit the bond on the house.
It hit, it hit, and then what?
Well, the air got real and all around.
Listen, steam came up from the thing.
Is it a fallen star, Garret?
Well, that's what most of us call it.
But the proper name for it is meteorite.
It comes from outer space.
So the rocks are funny things.
At least some people think so.
Yeah, including me.
Yeah, but really, I'm serious.
Now, flying saucers, for instance, they are fact.
Now, but we want to argue about that.
Do you believe that stuff here?
Absolutely.
Well, I'm sad I don't.
There's enough just around the farm to make me watch my stuff.
I don't need funny little creatures.
It looks like stone stoves peeking in through the bedroom window.
Just what is one of these meteorites?
Well, it's burned out rock.
It broke loose outer space and out of the orbit of its own planet.
And then it just kind of flew loose.
See, once in a while the gravity of Earth pulls down fragments,
and they land here and there.
And most of them burn out in the sky.
They look like, you know, streaks of life.
On fire from friction.
Yeah, exactly.
So the chances of on reaching a river are very small.
Well, we've got one.
And it's no rock.
It's a big, long thing.
Looked in the sky like a missile, like a torpedo.
Incredible.
I'm hinted.
I don't know too much about meteorites, but I know who does.
Professor Charles Dianne at the State University,
I studied under him.
Now, you knew what you were going to do.
All I want to do is get rid of the thing.
No.
Dianne is your man.
Now, why don't I try to reach him?
He'll want the meteorite for the astronomy lab.
He's welcome to it.
Just tell him the hall of the way.
Right.
The first time.
I don't flip out of carry.
First, I've got to see it.
But is it explode or not?
Can it explode if it's just a rock?
Didn't I tell you so?
Why don't you and Maude come along with us?
No, thank you.
You two play space today.
Carrie and I will need a point.
Now, you're going to be famous.
Sure.
Maybe they'll name the thing after.
Gareth, is there any danger from...
Well, radioactivity or disease?
Oh, no.
No.
Maude, that's...
Oh, nothing a little I know anyhow.
We won't go too close to it, so just don't worry.
We won't be long.
Set up the car today, but we'll play some radio in the back.
Give me the creeps, Carrie.
I feel the same.
Just something.
Gary, about a thing coming down from outer space.
You should wonder what's really up there.
That is incredible, Al.
Yeah.
I wonder where it came from.
And the size of it must be...
It must be 12 feet long.
Oh, of course, you're powered up some...
some trench there, eh?
Well, the outside looks like slime, huh?
That's what it is.
Who knows where it came from?
Your guess is good as mine, and I teach science.
Well, anyway, let's be on me.
I can't explain why Morva wasn't burned up on its passage
through our atmosphere.
It was a red hot.
You should've seen the glow.
Felt the heat.
It's cold now.
I need you to see it in the morning when the sun's up.
Keep the news to yourself, Gary.
Well, I don't want people driving out,
traipsing all over the farm, provide.
I'll try to get in touch with Professor Dean.
They'll find.
If the university wants a thing, you'll need to live in a truck, right?
I'm not going to pay to have the thing taken away.
Come on.
Shit.
Fuck.
Two.
Come on.
Shit.
Open the window a little more out.
It's warm in here.
Oh, we'll get rid of this top blanket.
More?
Oh.
Why'd you wake me up out of a sound sleep?
Open the window.
It is open.
Open it more.
Stuffy here.
And come back to bed.
Oh, boy.
Hold out there.
The force looks like a light covering of snow.
I can see the meteorite really clear.
Garrett's crazy and makes you that way.
Oh, no kidding, Gary.
It is kind of impressive.
People don't have a meteorite land near them every week in the month.
Garrett said only about a thousand have been recorded.
Come to bed.
Maybe they ought to keep the thing.
Invite people to come see it.
That professor Dana will be here first thing tomorrow.
Now, come on.
Get some sleep.
Okay.
Gary.
When I start, what is it?
Come here.
What?
What's the matter?
Look out there.
See the meteorite?
You see what I see?
It.
Well, I don't.
It looks higher.
It.
It's changed.
So what?
This floor is like a slab of ice.
You know why it's changed?
Take a careful look, Gary.
Oh, come on.
You see it?
Yes, I do.
What does it mean?
I don't know.
It's opened up.
The meteorite did what?
Opened up?
The Wilson's are steady people, so we have to believe what they see.
There is, however, no evidence that a meteorite is anything more than a burned up piece of rock.
Is what they have seen impossible to believe?
Impossible is a slippery word hard to pin down.
More about this phenomenon when I return with Act 2.
I began, you may remember, by saying that I share with you the bizarre.
The unexpected.
I've done so.
A meteorite is a rare occurrence.
I doubt if any of you have seen one except in a museum.
But for Al Wilson and his wife, Gary, it is more than a piece of burned out rock.
Last night, a meteorite punched through our ozone.
And like a huge missile, found its earthly mark in hell as far pastures.
That in itself was unique.
And so is the fact, if his eyes did not imagine it, that the meteorite opened up.
It is seven in the next morning.
Well, that'll be Garrett or the professor.
You just finished your breakfast, Al.
Well, bring him in.
He'll oil them for a cup of coffee.
I'm morning, Gary.
He's in the kitchen.
Come along, Garrett.
Have a cup of coffee.
Thanks.
I suppose you've been up since five, as usual.
I have.
Gary laws and bins at almost six.
Well, how'd you like my news?
Well, I didn't believe what I saw it for myself.
The road, it doesn't look like it's opened up like a giant clamshell.
Have you ever heard of anything like that before?
I don't know in here.
Kiss and hot coffee, Gary.
Oh, thanks.
No, sugar's on the table.
What could it mean?
Well, not much I'd say.
It cooled fast and cracked open.
He didn't be able to see this through with me.
Oh, I wouldn't miss it out.
Mortal Telephone, the school of the agency, I won't be teaching today.
At what time is it there?
Hmm.
Little past seven.
Well, the professor Dean is here.
He's here.
A car is pulling into the driveway.
I'll let him in, Gary.
You start some breakfast for him.
Lots of smoke can.
That's great.
The fresh egg.
You took classes with Professor Dean.
Mm-hmm.
Two.
It was a sinus major.
Good morning, Mr. Wilson.
I'm Professor Dean.
Yes, Professor.
Come right in.
Thank you.
I'll just put your coat over here on the new post.
Come out in the kitchen.
My wife carries during you up a real farmer's breakfast.
Wonderful.
And Gary Smith is with us.
My neighbor, my best friend.
Oh, and once a student of mine,
as many years ago.
Hello, Professor.
You probably won't remember him.
Indeed I do.
Gary, it's good to see you.
Good morning, Mrs. Wilson.
Good morning, sir.
Have some coffee while the eggs are frying.
I'll do that.
Gary, as I recall, you were going to become a research biologist
but love sweet salt.
That's right, Professor.
I got married and I've lived happily for a while after it.
Now, tell Professor Dean what happened.
Well, sir.
The thing, it opened up.
The meteorite opened.
Yes, sir.
Gary says maybe it cooked real fast and cracked open.
He could be right.
Still, a meteorite is used by the tremendous heat, it generates.
So, on hand, I find it hard to believe that it cracked open.
Well, the whole thing is hard to believe.
You'll haul it away today, Professor?
Yes, the lifter and truck will be here later today.
We'll have the meteorite on its way to stores before 6 o'clock.
Here you are, Professor.
Smoked hands, wonderful.
Everybody likes it.
It's hardly glad when the things off our property give me a sunny feeling.
I understand.
It's rather awesome, isn't it?
I'll go see it.
All three of you are fidgeting.
You'll still be coffee when you get back.
How long, all of you?
Anything to carry, Professor?
Yes, I have my cameras in the trunk of my car.
I had to service her.
I'll get them for you.
Now, don't you go be being brave.
I'll like stepping into that thing.
It could snap shutton.
There you be.
Now, don't be nervous, Mrs. Wilson.
There's nothing to fear.
But what if there was something in there that just had to get out?
Or you say it's not a meteorite, Professor?
It's something much more important.
It's a space capsule.
I don't get it.
Neither do I.
But look, look inside.
You see the struts and the pain of blood?
It's a space capsule, but from where?
Let's take a look inside.
Give me the camera with the strobe.
Night care, please.
Yes, sir.
Spam?
Alice, this is a nightmare.
You suppose some lunatic was experimenting with some kind of missile?
But this thing was shot from somewhere in.
Wobbled around and then just came down here?
No, but no.
There's something in there that shines a flashlight into the interior, get it?
I see it.
Hell, take a look.
But it's something kind of man.
About the size of a six-year-old boy.
But with an old face.
And how long did it is?
It's a man from space.
You think he's dangerous, Professor?
He's dead or unconscious.
Well, if he's alive and hurt,
we've got to get him out.
Gary, go tell Carrie.
The Professor and me are getting out, okay?
Okay, wait until she hears about this.
Oh, looks safe enough.
What opened up was an escape hatch covered in a slag.
I'll warm myself.
Hold up the hatch, will you?
Right.
It's your craft in here.
Hey, he's alive.
Come on, pal.
Let's get you out of here.
Looked out his head first.
Oh, he's real light.
I've got him.
And here I come.
A miniature man.
What's it, discovery?
Yes.
Great job.
Good work.
Did you catch that, Professor?
Yeah, barely.
It's some kind of signal.
Well, how come it sounds like English?
It's beyond me.
Well, let's get him to the house and try to bring him around.
Fuck it.
He's opening his eyes.
Gary, you.
I understood that already.
Take it easy, pal.
We want to help you.
Right now, if you need some room food in the bed,
you get well.
Then you do what you please.
Come on.
Shit.
Come on.
For me.
He could be dangerous, Mr. Wilson.
What do you want me to do, shove him back into his capsule?
A little man's hurt.
Yes, yes, I see.
Let's carry him to the house.
I hope they're doing the right scene.
We are, Professor.
You worried, aren't you, Professor?
Yes.
This should be reported to Washington.
Oh, that's way too well.
I don't want an army of scientists swarming all over the place.
But this is the structure of Professor's name.
He could bring us knowledge of an unknown world now.
The planet, he comes from space trips, hundreds of things.
A view of the universe from millions of miles away so well.
But I'm not going to have him hammered at the little man who's sick.
And after his wealth?
I don't know.
That's up to him.
Anyway, you heard what he said.
You know, destroy.
It's something about a command ship.
Professor, what do you make of this?
I can only guess.
Croc was in a manned capsule, his mission.
I have an idea.
A sophisticated exploration.
Perhaps something went wrong with his ship.
He got caught in the earth's atmosphere.
The capsule went out of control.
As it came down, it began to blaze.
It's incredible.
It didn't disintegrate.
What about the command ship?
Oh, that's easy, Garrett.
Croc expects to be rescued.
And you got him right here in the house.
Because he's half dead.
Carries trying to show some life back into him now.
He kept saying, destroy you.
For safety's sake, I think Croc should be removed.
Where to?
Back to the capsule now.
I'll truck the capsule and him back to store.
Sorry, I won't do it.
The capsule is yours.
Croc stays here until he goes home.
I'm going to see how he is.
Well, what about the police, Garrett?
Well, it's a small force professor,
not much protection against whatever you're thinking.
I sympathize with Mr. Wilson's feelings.
He's a decent man.
But he doesn't realize the scope of this discovery.
Croc could open up a new world to us.
Look, why don't I speak to somebody in space control?
Ask him to send a man down to see the capsule and meet Croc.
Yeah.
Garrett, you're risking a friendship.
You know, I'll chance it if you can postpone picking up the capsule for a day or so.
No, that's easily done.
Good.
Then that's what we'll do.
And you, sir, you hurt my house, Garrett.
That's very kind of you.
I know, be an honor.
Yeah, I think you're suggesting the sound, Garrett.
But you better tell him about it.
No.
After the person from space control arrives, not before.
You can't crowd a kinetic of pharma like you.
This is his land and his home, and nobody better forget it.
He sure looks better, Kerry.
He's a nice little man.
Light the hot boy in.
Didn't you, Mr. Croc?
Yes.
It was very good.
You still have to destroy me?
I do not know humans and enemies of my people.
They are.
We don't even know who your people are.
When we fly here and land, you fire guns at us.
We found us and we have come here out of curiosity.
But you drive us away.
Now we will destroy you.
You won't tell me where it's from now.
I asked him.
No.
I will not tell.
How come you speak English, Croc?
We know all languages.
Our minds are advanced as our weapons.
Then use that great mind of yours.
You'll understand we don't mean you harm.
I thought you would kill me.
Well, now you know different.
I will leave you in peace.
I do not understand why you had been kind.
Well, you were hurt.
That's only decent.
Croc, you'd leave us in peace.
Yes.
The command ship will take me and the capsule away.
Or you may recruit me.
The capsule goes to the State University.
No.
If you try to remove the capsule, there will be destruction.
The truck, the men, the capsule will be destroyed.
Turned to ashes.
I don't know what to do.
I gave my word.
Feed what I say.
Do not risk destruction.
I will return to the site and await the command ship.
You'll do nothing of the sort.
It's cold out there.
Cold and heat.
Do not affect me.
You'd better speak to the professor out.
Yeah, you stay here while I do.
Hi, professor.
Hey, hello there.
Mr. Wilson has a little man from space.
Well, he's given me a problem.
Croc warned me that if we remove the capsule,
all hell is going to break loose.
The truck and the men will be destroyed.
We don't really know what we're dealing with, Mr. Wilson.
Well, that's why I'd go along with Croc.
I know that means calling off the truck, but...
There's been a delay there anyway.
Oh, where's Garrett? Did he go home?
Yes, yes.
I'm spending the night with him.
Oh, well, if you'll excuse me, professor,
I have to get out of the barn, milk and time.
One minute, Mr. Wilson.
Yes.
Well, I'm afraid I've acted deceitfully.
You're a very decent man.
Garrett thought that...
No, no.
Let me take the blame.
For what?
Someone from our National Space Center will be here sometime tomorrow.
I don't like that, professor.
I know, you don't.
I said I wouldn't allow Croc to become a part of no freak.
No, he won't be. I assure you.
A porter's camera man.
Nothing like that. I'm told to the truth.
And I've told Croc that we're his friends.
Not his enemies.
Mr. Wilson?
The enormity of this discovery...
Oh, you've done something and we're stuck with it.
Okay.
Let the man come.
But understand this.
I don't care if the man's the president.
He tries any rest over the Croc.
And I'll kick him out.
And that goes for Garrett and for you, professor.
Yes.
I can't tell you how a Croc will feel.
I think he trusts us.
I'll tell him about this guy you're bringing in,
but I can't be responsible for what Croc might do.
Of course not.
Well, you just say that.
I believe the little man knows what he's talking about.
If he says you grow up and smoke,
then that's what's going to happen.
The Wilson's have treated the man from space
as they would any injured person with kindness and attention.
Garrett Smith and Professor Dana, however,
want to treat Croc as an incredible discovery,
which he and the capsule are.
What Croc does is all it matters.
And we'll find that out when I return shortly with Act Three.
When our minds turn to the universe,
we fantasize and give up.
Reports of flying objects make news,
but no one takes these science fiction occurrences too seriously.
So it was with the Wilson's until accidentally,
they had a visitor from outer space,
a small man-like creature named Croc.
Thank you for telling me Mr. Wilson.
It won't be so bad, Croc.
The guy just wants to ask you some questions.
And the man will arrive.
In the afternoon, that's right.
The truck's supposed to arrive later.
Why did your friend not have the truck arrived today?
Yes, they took you seriously.
I told them what you said that the truck would be destroyed.
That's where it happened.
You know that?
Yes.
I have given you the warning.
It is arranged.
Your man will try to remove the capsule.
And the ray will reduce the truck to ashes.
But not if they don't touch it, they will.
I believe what you're saying, Croc.
I have been in touch with the space command.
The ship is on its way.
How do you know that?
I return to the capsule and send my message.
You do?
Then I've been with him all the time now.
I assure you.
I have talked with my people.
I guess I'd better tell them to stand off.
Yes, now that's death.
Now you rest, Croc.
What you see of me here will rest.
Thank you.
Close the bedroom door out.
Sure.
Please think he meant by that now.
Who knows?
Have I got time before supper to drive over to Garrice?
You're back in half an hour.
We'll take you that long.
Don't be nasty to it.
You're a good friend.
Okay.
But I don't like his interference.
And I'm going to tell him so.
And warn him and Dana.
You went behind us.
Well, not really more.
The professor told us.
He told he felt guilty.
Garrett, I can't believe you do such a thing to us.
There's no harm done.
But you were planning to have some man walk in from space control.
And this is if I may.
Garrett and I have genuine respect for Mr. Wilson's humanitarian
feedings about those little creatures from space.
But he does not appreciate what a monumental discovery is.
The space capsule could advance our flight technology by light years.
I mean it, darling.
We have to have this knowledge.
We owe it to our country.
And Elle says we're supposed to do nothing about it.
He also says that if you interfere, Croc's people will kill you.
Oh.
You know, it's lucky all of you are dead now.
I bet you would be if Carrie hadn't nursed his creature back to life.
It would be a shame if we didn't learn all we can from this incredible event.
Well, what do we do, Professor?
Warm the man from space command.
Possibly we can control his eagerness.
Garrett, I believe that.
If he makes one pass of Croc so long.
The little creature defends us.
He's so small.
He gets tough on the suitcase.
And you say he's defenseless?
How do you know?
I can see.
But what you won't see is that Croc is a highly advanced form of life way beyond that.
And he says you can't see how he could defend himself.
You think he's out with us?
Don't count on what you think.
You don't know.
We're mighty good stuff for Carrie.
Croc likes it too.
It took him a train.
Funny.
I don't think of him as a little man from outer space.
But like a guest who's got six and I'm taking care of.
And he isn't even human.
Well, he responded to the kindness.
Most living things do.
Now you're sure you weren't nasty to Garrett and the Professor.
Of course not.
I did tell Garrett to learn to mind his own business.
But mostly I warned him.
They take you seriously?
They thought I was talking through my hat.
A mortal pound sent to the Garrett head.
Maybe.
The Professor's got some feelings.
Maybe.
Well, I'm going to get to bed.
Big day tomorrow.
I sure hope that man from space control has some sense.
I think he's only one man.
Croc said he talked to him and then leave.
That's going to be some sight.
A flying saucer sitting down right more past you.
I wonder if they take me for a short spin.
Go to bed.
One of those things comes down.
You're not going near it.
Let it pick up the capsule and take Croc home.
And where is it?
He won't say.
Only it's an out there where the stars begin.
Or what's beyond the...
Even Croc doesn't know that.
There she is, Professor.
Right on time.
It's just after five.
Oh, that's so big helicopter.
Oh, the pilot sees it.
Here it's almost down.
Come here.
Oh, brother.
Hello.
Hi, I'm Jared Smith.
Oh.
How are you?
Sandeys, space control.
Professor Dana, Mr. Wilson.
How do you do?
Pleased to meet you.
You know about the space man's warning.
Yes, I've learned what he said.
Mr. Wilson, you had him in your house.
That's right.
And he's willing to talk to you.
Very sensible.
He has no choice.
He's a prisoner.
Oh, no.
No, he's not.
He's begging your pardon, sir, but he's my guest.
And he's been just fine.
Well, that's how you may see him, Mr. Wilson.
But he's my prisoner.
I have orders to transfer him to the war college.
Well, I'm still for hours of freedom.
Now, if you try any rough stuff on Krug, there'll be real trouble.
Are you threatening me, Mr. Wilson?
I could be.
This is my property.
And Krug is my guest.
Now, look.
You can't set yourself above the government.
This capsule and this creature belong to us.
They do?
Well, I'll throw all of your off my land.
But that's not what I was getting at when I said rough stuff would bring trouble.
You're playing with something from outer space, Sanders.
I'm here to take possession of a space capsule and something that resembles a man.
I mean to carry out my assignment.
Well, look in the world for you.
Krug said he'd talk to you.
Maybe he can pound some sense into your thick scope.
See here.
Oh, no, you see here.
You watch yourself with me.
And you walk very carefully with my little friend Krug.
You are solving your space control.
Yes.
Who are you?
I am called Krug.
I am from a distant planet.
It's made because no important.
It is to me.
That maybe.
How did you reach Earth?
In my capsule.
What was your mission?
I am an explorer.
Who are your people?
They are like me.
Yes.
You have conquered space travel.
We have explorers everywhere.
Why did you come to Earth?
I did not enter the truth.
I went off course.
Your capsule caught fire and landed here.
That is right.
Come with me.
You are making a grave mistake.
I am obeying orders.
You understand that?
I understand orders.
But I do not obey yours.
This is a gun.
If you use this, I am instructed to immobilize you.
Listen.
I stay out of this.
Now get up, Krug.
And walk out.
I want Mr. Wilson.
I do not believe in magic, Space Ma'am.
That is your weapon.
That is the metal.
Yes.
And if you do not obey, I will use it.
It is just awful.
It is huge to gun.
It is just a lump of metal.
Can you use it now?
The sand is levelled up alone.
I do not know what Krug did.
It is one like me.
For it is in a powerful ray.
More powerful than your strong current.
I can call it a capsule within me whenever I choose.
Then I can call it a finger.
And a straw.
Quarmature sand is unconvinced.
And you say to his life, Wilson,
you gave refuge to an enemy of our country.
I will have you charged with prison.
I do not think so.
Mr. and Mrs. Wilson have treated me like a visitor.
I will not forget.
Neither will my commander.
Do not threaten the will of science.
We have come to ask many times on Sunday missions.
We could come with total destruction.
I will ask you to leave, Mr. Sanders.
And do not try to remove the capsule.
I will walk you back your helmet, Mr. Sanders.
Oh.
Your miraculous proc.
No.
Just more advanced in scientific technology.
Few minutes one day we will discover what we already know.
But how about that deadly ray of yours?
Even your feet, you have deadly ears.
And you have venomous snakes.
My people are small, but strong,
because we possess the ray.
In fact, it is highly developed.
I am a soldier.
Think of fighting.
It is time now for me to go.
Now look outside.
They got a truck back into the pasture.
That's a big lift, and they are going to take it away.
Oh, no, you know what process?
Well, now I happen.
Look toward the sky.
It comes on ship.
I will go and read it.
It looks like a big mushroom under the sea.
Oh, Jarrett has been killed.
Jarrett has been killed.
Jarrett, you see the command ship.
What is the truck?
It's a flame.
I'm in trouble.
I know it is truck, but the command is going away.
You see them over there on the road, shooting their faces from the heat.
And there are the landing steps.
The truck is awesome.
That's the situation.
It's gone.
I can tell you that along with the lifter and the truck, the space capsule was turned to ashes.
Jarrett Smith escaped, and so did the men brought in by Professor Dana.
For now, Wilson wondered later that he and his wife had consulted with the devil.
She replied, as you might expect, that no, they had consulted with God.
Meaning, I suppose, that they had acted in the interests of good.
I'll return shortly.
Maybe our real worlds are those we explore in our nightmares.
When an experience becomes too acute, we awaken, switch on a light and forget the frightening dream.
That may be foolish.
We must face facts.
One of them is that there are other worlds, other lives.
With a passing of time, centuries perhaps, there certainly will be interplanetary communication.
And who knows?
A truck.
They come to visit you.
Our cast included John Biel, Marion Saudis, Joe Silver, Evie Juster, and Russell Horton.
The entire production was under the direction of Heiman Brown.
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