01x25 - Invasion from Outer Space: Part 1

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As publisher you have my assurance the...

Sentinel will give full cooperation

on your charity drive.

Please let me know if I can be
of further assistance.

Very truly yours, etc.

sh**t a copy of that over to Edwards & Society.

Anything else?

There's a memo from the research department
on driver safety series.

I took care of that this morning.

How about a drink?

What about your date?

Plenty of time.

We're having a late dinner.

Besides that's the least I can offer you
for working overtime tonight.

"The Sentinel newsroom brings you a special bulletin."

"An unidentified flying object has reportedly crashed and
burned in the field some 2 miles outside the city limits."

Kato, quickly.
"First reports coming in state eyewitnesses sighted
the object flying due east just before it crashed."

Who's on the city desk tonight? Corman. Get him on the phone.
"/**/ we switch over to our mobile unit at the site of the crash."

Trouble? Sounds like it.

"This is Mobile Unit 2 at the crash site.

Flames and a tremendous expl*si*n, when the craft reportedly
crashed, have completely consumed the entire saucer-like object

leaving only debris spread over a wide area.

Seconds before the craft exploded
and burst into flames witnesses report

they saw 6 to 8 persons exit the object
and race across the open field."

Hold on for Mr. Reid.

"Return to /now the new **/"

Bill, what's the story on that crash?

5 or 6 people including an off-duty cop and a doctor
swear they saw the saucer flying east.

Right, then all of a sudden it started to
wobble, lost altitude and crashed.

A report just came in.

There's a rumor racing around town
that were being invaded from outer space.

Well, the people are beginning to panic.

In the north section the highways leading
out of the city are biginning to jam up.

I'll send out all available mobile crews
to cover that end of it.

Bring the car around front. Get Scanlon.

Good evening, Mr. Reid.

Another challenge for the Green Hornet,

his aide Kato and their rolling
arsenal the Black Beauty.

On police records
a wanted criminal,

the Green Hornet
is really Britt Reid,

owner publisher of
the Daily Sentinel.

His dual identity known
only to his secretary

and to the district attorney.

And now, to protect the rights and lives
of decent citizens rides the Green Hornet.

You've k*lled him.

He's merely stunned, my dear.

Vama just used a minut fraction of her power.

Take him over there.

You're an extremely lovely young woman, my dear.

I hope we will have mutually pleasant
memories of our meeting.

Who are you?

We are Wayfarers, Mr. Reid.

Wayfarers on an interrupted journey.

And what we want is
your complete cooperation.

Approximately 45 minutes ago our ship
went out control and crashed.

You mean, you are in that saucer?

Precisely.

You don't expect us to believe that you're
visitors from outer space.

I not only expect you to believe it,

I insist upon it.

For obvious reasons we do not wish to remain
here any longer than absolutely necessary.

And that is why we sought you out, Mr. Reid.

Why me?

Your television station.

You are going to tell your fellow citizens

to leave us alone.

All we want is safe passage out of
the city to some unpopulated area

where one of our sister ships
can land and pick us up.

And if I refuse?

Vama,

tell Mr. Reid what would happen if he refused.

At this moment 5 of our sister ships
are hovering high above us.

Unless you do exactly as leader asks

they shall destroy your entire city in an instant.

Well.

You've got all the answers worked out, haven't you?

You are wasting precious time, my friend.

Surely the intelligence level here on...

Earth.

Yes.

...is up to accepting simple logic.

The highways are filling with panicked people.

Panic breeds more panic, Mr. Reid.

It bound to be accidents,

needless deaths.

Now, what better thing can you do

as a responsible television station owner
than to make a simple announcement,

suggesting that the people
remain off the streets.

Calmly remain in their homes

and arrange to give us
clear passage out of the city.

Why not be the voice of reason
in a moment of panic?

You have a television camera to cut into
any program for emergency announcements.

Why use violence, Mr. Reid,

when logic should triumph?

Among the higher animals, at least.

Don't you agree, Vama?

Logic should triumph among
the higher animals, at least.

I'll make the announcement.

Marvelous.

This is Britt Reid,

publisher of the Daily Sentinel
and general manager of DSTV.

Here's a special announcement.

Until all the facts of the reported crash
of the unidentified flying object are known,

I urge all citizens to remain calm.

There's no evidence that
the city is in any danger.

The only danger is from our own panic.

I urge all citizens to remain calm.

There's no reason to leave
the safety of your homes.

I repeat,

do not leave your homes.

We will keep you informed of any new
developments in the story as they occur.

Thank you.

All right. Whenever you're up to.

Call the authorities.

Tell them I want secondary
route 210 outside the city

and highway 7W and 18 cleared of all traffic
for a distance of 15 miles both east and west.

They won't do it.

Why not?

All we want is the roads be absolutely
clear when our ship lands to pick us up.

The slightest infraction of my orders

and Vama will signal my ships to destroy the city.

Your ships are above the city?

Your civilization's egocentric
stupidity is most amusing.

You'll soon be landing people on your moon.

Do you really think you are the only
creatures in this entire universe

who can master such a
ridiculously simple tactic?

Call Scanlon on his private line.

They're in your house?

What do they want?

They say, all they want is
clear passage out of the city.

Well, 210 7W and 18 there's nothing in
that area except a few truck farms.

What do you think?

I find it hard to believe their story.

Well, I know it sounds incredible
but we've got to be objective, Britt.

We gonna land an astronaut on the Moon.

Why can't another civilization land on Earth?

I'm gonna clerarr that route,
see what happens.

I don't think we have anything
to lose whoever they are.

All right, Frank, the show is yours, but I think...
Mr. Scanlon,

no police, no traps.

I want those roads cleared
exactly as I ordered.

Don't make me prove
I'm telling the truth.

We'll take you with us, my dear.

The slightest deviation from my requests,

and you'll never see this
charming young lady again.

Vama.

Please sit down, Miss Case.

Anything?

No signal yet.

They will be on time.

They always are.

Vama.

They're so caught up in bureaucracy
they wouldn't dare be late.

Perhaps Vama would get us
some refreshments while we wait.

Why you masquerading as space people?

There was a time in my life

when I sought the answers to questions
most men never even dream of.

But then I made the eternally fatal mistake

of being ahead of my time.

After a long search

I found the answer.

Power, Miss Case.

Power is what I found.

/Soon now/ I shall become a god.

The power of life and death
in the palm of my hand.

Thank you.

What happened?

Where are they?

They got Casey.

Kato, get...
Wait, wait.

I just had word from the Air Force that they're
sending a load of top-secret electronic equipment
through this area within the hour.

and that includes an H-b*mb m*ssile warhead.

You know what route the truck is taking?

The same one we've just cleared.

The leader.

10 years ago I covered a story.

He was booted out of the atomic energy program
for conducting unauthorized nuclear tests.

He destroyed a multi-million dollar test center.

2 lab assistants were k*lled.

Well, he must have found out about the shipment and...

for whatever reason he's after the H-b*mb.

And the police have cleared away for miles around.

And he has Casey.

I'm gonna get on my car radio,
we're gonna get them in there in time.

Let's go, Kato.
The Green Hornet can travel faster.

If he harms Casey...

Mabouse.

That's the leader, Dr. Eric Mabouse.

If he gets the H-b*mb

what are the chances of it exploding?

The warheads are never transported
with the detonators on board.

But it would be easy for a scientist
like Mabouse to make one.

He may have a plan he thinks it failsafe,
but his surefire experiments have blown up before.

If he slips up with an H-b*mb

this whole area will be destroyed.

Kato, we're dealing with a man of
infinite brilliance and infinite madness.

He publicly urged the use of nuclear
weapons against aggressor nations.

He may have some insane scheme to
drop an H-b*mb on a foreign country.

If he does and they retaliate,

our entire country may be at stake.

Central communications calling Airforce Convoy.

Airforce Convoy, come in.

Do you read me?

Come in.

Over.

Now what?

Well, there's only one way to find out, sergeant.

This is Air Force Convoy.

We read you loud and clear, over.

Air Force Convoy.

Air Force Convoy.

You can't beat this modern equipment.

10 years ago I offered them communications
channels that couldn't be jammed.

A fool and his b*mb are soon parted.

What /is/?

Probably some ham operator
jamming the channel, sir.

All right.

Leave the channel open,
we'll see if it clears.

I've always been a man of simple tastes, Miss Case.

I just like the best.

Wine,

women

and power.

/Song/ is so childish.

Martin, do /lower loudspeaker/, would you.

Is that the air force frequency?

Positive.

Switch over the police band.

Mabouse doesn't miss a trick.

Vama, go outside and prepare.

The scanner signal.

Casey.

Switch over to high-beam.

We try and track her on the oscilloscope.

I'm armed a triggering mechanism, doctor.
Would you like to check it? Of course.

Carefully.

Keep the safety switches on
to the very last second.

Yes, sir.

It looks like the airforce truck
and the escort vehicle.

An 10 minutes early.

But that will throw our schedule off.

Just can't depend
on people these days.

Still,

what's 10 minutes when you hold
the fate of millions in your hands?

What are you talking about?
What's going to happen?

They'll reach us in...

6 minutes 10 seconds.

/Kerry will tow them on the men/.
Right.

Come, Miss Case.
I hope you enjoy living dangerously.

Because in just a few minutes we're
gonna take a new passenger aboard.

An H-b*mb warhead.

They'll never let you get away with it.

Oh, I beg to differ.

They won't have any other choice.

But before they know what's happening,

I will have armed the warhead.

And I, Miss Case,

will have my finger on the trigger.

What are you gonna do with it?

What am I going to do with it?

What does one do with an H-b*mb?

I'm going to drop it.

Come down, Miss Case.

I insist

you join me.

Shugo.

Be so kind as to k*ll her.

Up on road.

It was only the /trans-oscillator/, no problem.

No.

No problem at all.

Come on.

Casey's moving and fast.

She or the scanner.

She may not have it on her.

It's changing direction now.

It's getting stronger.

There she goes.

Signal's changing direction again.

It's coming from over there.

Stay with the car.

Spread out.

Help me, please. Help me.

He's got her.

Let's go.
It's the Green Hornet!

She's going into the incinerator.

Let her burn.

Come on.

What?

Who the devil are you?

Before you do anything foolish, Major,
I must warn you.

I've armed the warhead.

If you make any move to defend yourselves
I shall blow us all to kingdom come.

If I press this button

the device on the side of your truck
will detonate the warhead.

At this range every man, woman and child
in the city will be instantly annihilated.