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Worlds Apart

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Worlds Apart

Nov 15 1950



CAST:

ANNOUNCER

COMMANDER DYSTRA

MARSHALL GRANGER, father; the executive

JIM GRANGER, son; the rocket engineer

SECRETARY (3 lines)

DICK ROBERTS, the captain

SANDY LAWSON, the astrogator

DONA, young woman; Dystra's assistant

OPERATOR

REYNOLDS




DYSTRA: (INTO MIKE) Central Operational Headquarters, Commander Dystra speaking. This morning at four hundred hours our electronic scanners picked up, on oscillator frequency, an unidentified spacecraft in Sector K beyond the gravitational field of the planet Mars. Our calculations indicate that this craft will arrive in Space Sector G within the next twenty-four hours. Emergency directions to all defense units: coordinate high-voltage destroyers to cover Area G. All units on alert for assault action.


ANNOUNCER: To learn what happened when a strange craft from outer space came into Sector G, listen in a moment to TWO THOUSAND PLUS.


MUSIC: THEME


ANNOUNCER: (HEAVY ECHO) TWO THOUSAND PLUS!


MUSIC: ACCENT


ANNOUNCER: Adventures in the world of tomorrow! Dramatic stories of science fiction from the years beyond Two Thousand, A. D.! 


MUSIC: ACCENT


ANNOUNCER: Today, the strange adventure of men who dared the unknown through interplanetary space, "Worlds Apart"!


MUSIC: INTRODUCTION


MARSHALL: (INTO PHONE) And one thing more, Johnson! Your new allomoid space suit has been tested and it's everything you claimed it to be -- light, pliable, fireproof; a splendid product! We'll want fifty of them in time for the next space flight three weeks from now. Can you make it? (BEAT) Excellent! Good luck, Johnson!


SOUND: CLICK! OF SWITCH


MARSHALL: (INTO INTERCOM) Yes?


SECRETARY: (FILTER) Your son is here, Mr. Granger. He wants to see you.


MARSHALL: (INTO INTERCOM) Jim here? Well, tell him I can't-- Oh, all right. Send him in.


SECRETARY: (FILTER) Yes, sir.


MARSHALL: (INTO INTERCOM) And, Miss Ames? Tell Roberts he can start punching tape for the mechanical pilot on Flight Seventeen.


SECRETARY: (FILTER) Yes, Mr. Granger.


SOUND: CLICK! OF SWITCH ... DOOR SLIDES OPEN OFF ... THEN SHUTS BEHIND--


JIM: (OFF) Hello, dad.


MARSHALL: How are ya, Jim?


JIM: (APPROACHES) Dad, I've come to ask you a favor -- if you, uh, make favors.


MARSHALL: Well, talk fast, son. I'm very busy. What is it you want?


JIM: I want to be assigned to Flight Seventeen.


MARSHALL: Wha--? Flight Seventeen? To Neptune?! Are you crazy?


JIM: No, dad. I've been thinking about this for months.


MARSHALL: Well, you can stop thinking about it right now! There's no opening for you, son.


JIM: (EXHALES) I - I happen to know there is, dad. Golding's out with a bad case of acceleration bends. They'll need a new rocket engineer.


MARSHALL: But you're too young, too green.


JIM: I've done forty-two experimentals and three moon hops. I'm ready.


MARSHALL: Ready? Why, this is an uncharted trip, Jim -- a trailblazer! You know what happened to the first flight to the Moon, don't ya?!


JIM: Er, yes, sir. Crashed on the lip of a giant crater.


MARSHALL: Yes! And the first ship that tried to reach Mars?


JIM: Went haywire and shot off into deep space.


MARSHALL: And still you want to make this first flight to Neptune?!


JIM: Yes, sir.


MARSHALL: (CHUCKLES) Well, you have courage, son; I'll say that. But you're not going.


JIM: Why not?


MARSHALL: Jim, it's not up to me. Captain Roberts chooses his own rocket engineer. You know all I do is okay the man he selects.


JIM: Then I guess I'll be making the flight, dad. (LIGHTLY) You see, I persuaded Captain Roberts to select me.


MUSIC: BRIDGE


SOUND: SPACESHIP BACKGROUND


ROBERTS: (INTO MIKE) Captain Roberts on Spaceship Phoenix on flight to Neptune calling Marshall Granger, Control Station Two. Roberts calling Granger. Are we still in contact? Roberts calling Granger. Do you read?


MARSHALL: (FILTER) Granger, Control Station Two. We read you, Roberts. We're still in contact. Go ahead, Roberts.


ROBERTS: (INTO MIKE) Ready to report, sir.


MARSHALL: (FILTER) Proceed.


ROBERTS: (INTO MIKE) At the end of one hundred and twenty hours of flight, conditions are entirely normal. Crew and passengers have passed safely through five accelerations. We are cruising now at a speed of twelve galactic miles per second.


MARSHALL: (FILTER) Excellent, Roberts. Continue.


ROBERTS: (INTO MIKE) Astrogation reading. (TO SANDY) Take it, Sandy.


LAWSON: (INTO MIKE) Astrogator Lawson reporting. Our position in space-time units, seventeen hours, four minutes to the Mars-Jupiter axis, Sector G. Twenty-three degrees off the plane at the ecliptic.


MARSHALL: (FILTER) Exactly on course, Lawson! Well done!


ROBERTS: (INTO MIKE) Rocket control. (TO JIM) Take it, Jim.


JIM: (INTO MIKE) Rocket Engineer Granger reporting. Average rocket discharge rate, twelve-point-seven. Ascension level, nineteen percent. Available supply, three hundred hours of B-Two safety factors.


MARSHALL: (FILTER) Good work! -- son. Congratulations, all of you! Keep it up!


ROBERTS: (INTO MIKE) Thank you, sir. Signing off.


SOUND: RADIO OSCILLATION ... CLICK! OF SWITCH


ROBERTS: (AT EASE) Ah! Everything okay back in the lounge, Jim?


JIM: All quiet a few minutes ago when I passed through.


ROBERTS: How 'bout that chess game? Those two physicists still at it?


JIM: Huh! (CHUCKLES) They're in no hurry! Fifty thousand miles to a move.


ROBERTS: (DRY) Hmmm, real thriller. And, uh, the music lovers?


JIM: Wearing a groove in Beethoven's Fifth. You know, I don't see how anybody--


LAWSON: Dick!


ROBERTS: Yes?


LAWSON: Watch your controls, pal. We've been swingin' off course.


ROBERTS: Off course? Why, you're nuts, lad. I haven't taken my eye off the chart for a second. We've been right on the line.


LAWSON: I'm telling you, we're off course, Dick. Six points. Better bring her back.


ROBERTS: You sure, Sandy?


LAWSON: Am I sure?


ROBERTS: Oh, sorry, Sandy. Stupid question.


SOUND: FOUR CHIMES


ROBERTS: Stand by for directional correction.


JIM: Standing by.


ROBERTS: Lateral deviation, six-point-two. Speed, twelve. Magnetic index, gamma five.


JIM: Port side and auxiliary rockets five, seven, thirteen, fifteen -- ready to discharge.


SOUND: ALARM BELL


ROBERTS: Discharge.


SOUND: FOUR ROCKETS


ROBERTS: Well, that's that. I still don't understand--


LAWSON: Wait a minute, Dick. Something wrong.


ROBERTS: Huh? Wrong? What do you mean?


LAWSON: We're off again.


ROBERTS: What are you talking about?


LAWSON: We swung into line for a second, then we pulled right out again.


ROBERTS: Oh, but that's impossible, Sandy. There isn't any wind drift or current out here in space. Anything in motion moves in a straight line until it comes within the magnetic field of some body.


LAWSON: That's what I'm afraid of, Dick. I think we're caught in the tow of some tremendous mass.


ROBERTS: Well, what mass, Sandy? The sun, Mars, Jupiter -- everything's where it belongs, isn't it? There aren't any unknown bodies floating about.


LAWSON: (BEAT, LOW) Maybe there are.


ROBERTS: Maybe there--? Like what, Sandy?


LAWSON: A comet.


ROBERTS: A comet?


LAWSON: Yeah, a comet. That's what it must be. A wild, uncharted comet from out of space.


JIM: Look, Dick. The atmosphere gauge, it's way up. We're not flying through a vacuum. There's something else out there now -- some sort of atmosphere.


SOUND: CLATTER! OF SMALL PARTICLES BOMBARDING OUTER HULL OF SHIP ... IN BG


LAWSON: Gas. Hot gases forming the tail of a comet.


ROBERTS: You're right, Sandy. Listen. Hot gases and other things, too.


JIM: Hmm. Sounds like pellets of some kind; stones.


LAWSON: They're fragments -- meteorites -- all trailing behind the comet. We're caught, Dick. Caught right in the middle of it.


ROBERTS: The ship is listing in its spin.


LAWSON: We'll be dragged clean out of the solar system, perhaps out of the galaxy.


ROBERTS: Well, maybe not, Sandy. There's one chance. Maybe we can blast ourselves free.


SOUND: ALARM BUZZER TWICE


ROBERTS: (INTO MIKE) Alert! Alert! All personnel to emergency acceleration carriages. Prepare to discharge all port-side rockets.


JIM: Dick, do you know what you're doing? A hundred and twenty-seven rockets going off at once?! Why - why, you'll blow us to bits!


ROBERTS: It's our only chance, Jim. Here goes. Five seconds. 


SOUND: CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! OF SWITCHES


ROBERTS: Discharge.


SOUND: OF ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-SEVEN ROCKETS DISCHARGED! DEAFENING ... TOPPED BY--


MUSIC: TRANSITION ... THEN IN BG


MARSHALL: (INTO MIKE) Granger, Control Tower, calling Spaceship Phoenix. Granger calling Phoenix. Come in, Phoenix.


MUSIC: UP FOR BRIEF TRANSITION ... THEN IN BG


MARSHALL: (INTO MIKE) Granger to Space Patrol. Special alert. Spaceship Phoenix, bound for Neptune, missing twelve hours. May be lost or out of control. All units stand by to intercept signals, if any. Frequency, forty thousand. Relay any information to Marshall Granger, Control Tower Two. That is all.


SOUND: CLICK! OF SWITCH


MARSHALL: (IN QUIET DESPAIR) Where are you, son? Where are you?


MUSIC: UP FOR TRANSITION ... THEN OUT


ROBERTS: (WAKES, GROANS IN PAIN) Wha--? What happened? Oh, my head. I gotta get up. I gotta see-- Sandy? Sandy, get up. (NO RESPONSE) Come on, man. (GRUNTS WITH EFFORT, REALIZES SADLY) Oh. Sandy.


SOUND: SANDY'S BODY SLUMPS


ROBERTS: Dead.


SOUND: DOOR SLIDES OPEN ... JIM'S STEPS IN


JIM: Dick, you're all right. Good.


ROBERTS: Yes, Jim, I'm all right. But Sandy--


JIM: Yeah. I know. Head cracked against the control panel. Three passengers are dead, but we're out of it, Dick. Something threw us clear of the comet; some centrifugal force.


ROBERTS: Help me up, Jim, quick. Get me to the control panel.


JIM: (WITH EFFORT) Take it easy, Dick.


ROBERTS: All right.


JIM: (WITH EFFORT) Here we go.


SOUND: THEIR STEPS TO CONTROL PANEL


ROBERTS: (EXHALES, IN PAIN) Oh, my head. Jim--? Jim, how's the power plant?


JIM: Half the rocket engines are out.


ROBERTS: And the boosters?


JIM: Seem to be okay.


ROBERTS: Good. We've got enough to operate on.


JIM: Maybe.


ROBERTS: What do you mean?


JIM: The nuclear overdrive is shot.


ROBERTS: Shot?


JIM: Smacked by a meteorite.


ROBERTS: Jim, we've got to find out where we are. We can't afford to waste a unit of power. Do you know anything about astrogation?


JIM: Not a thing. Beyond the Moon I'm lost.


ROBERTS: Oh, that's great. A crippled ship lost somewhere in space and a dead astrogator to show us the way.


JIM: I'll have to take a wild stab at our position. What's your guess, Dick?


ROBERTS: Well, how can I guess? We may be near Neptune or way out near some far-off galaxy. Let's take a crack at that radio relay. Maybe--


JIM: Um, I've been trying all along. Can't raise a thing.


ROBERTS: Well, keep trying. It's our only chance.


JIM: Okay.


SOUND: BUZZ! OF RADIO ... CONTINUES IN BG


ROBERTS: I'll take a look through the port; see if I can make out anything.


JIM: (INTO MIKE) Spaceship Phoenix calling Earth stations Mars, Jupiter, Earth. Spaceship Phoenix. Are we coming through? 


ROBERTS: Can't recognize a star, a planet, an astro-body. Jim--?


JIM: (INTO MIKE) Spaceship Phoenix. Can you hear us? Can you hear us?


ROBERTS: How long is it since we blanked out?


JIM: Can't say, Dick. All our instruments went haywire. (INTO MIKE) Spaceship Phoenix, Flight Seventeen for Neptune, in distress. Are we coming through? Answer us. (TO ROBERTS) We may have--


SOUND: RADIO STATIC


JIM: Dick, listen!


DYSTRA: (FILTER) Spaceship Phoenix, you are coming through. We hear you.


JIM: We got 'em! Dick, they heard us!


ROBERTS: (PUZZLED) No. No, it can't be. Give me that mike. (INTO MIKE) Hello? Hello? This is Space Flight Seventeen. We're off our course and badly damaged, our position unknown.


DYSTRA: (FILTER) We have located your position, Spaceship Phoenix. Stand by, please.


ROBERTS: (SURPRISED) Jim, that's Earth. We were blown [or sucked a world ?] right back to Earth.


DYSTRA: (FILTER) Hello, Phoenix, are we still coming through?


ROBERTS: (INTO MIKE) Like music, sir.


DYSTRA: (FILTER) Very well. We're going to bring you in on a beam, if you're within range.


SOUND: OSCILLATING SIGNAL ... THEN IN BG


DYSTRA: (FILTER) Does the signal reach you? Please acknowledge.


ROBERTS: (INTO MIKE) Got you. Got you perfectly.


DYSTRA: (FILTER) Good. Set your degravitators and disengage all engines.


ROBERTS: (INTO MIKE) We're in free flight, sir.


DYSTRA: (FILTER) Instruct all personnel to get into acceleration compensators. You'll land at our space port in approximately four hours.


MUSIC: BRIDGE ... THEN IN BG


SOUND: OSCILLATING SIGNAL ... THEN IN BG


ROBERTS: One hundred feet. Prepare for landing.


JIM: (INTO MIKE) Granger to engine room. Landing jets fore and aft. Discharge.


SOUND: SIGNAL OUT ... JETS DISCHARGE


ROBERTS: Disengage. Release airlock. Switch on landing lights. (BEAT) Ten feet. Prepare to land.


SOUND: SHIP LANDS


ROBERTS: Contact. Cut motors.


MUSIC: OUT WITH--


SOUND: ENGINES POWER DOWN


ROBERTS: (SATISFIED) Ah, we've landed, Jim. We made it.


JIM: (CHUCKLES) Don't I know it! Come on, pal, out you go!


SOUND: DOORS OPEN


ROBERTS: Oh, take your time. We're in no rush now.


JIM: You may not be, but I am. In a rush to get down to good old terra firma.


SOUND: STEPS ONTO GROUND


JIM: (DEEP BREATH) Oh, boy! (EXHALES) Does this air smell good!


ROBERTS: (QUIETLY IMPRESSED AND PUZZLED) What a space port, Jim. I didn't know we had anything anywhere that - looked like this.


JIM: (CHUCKLES) I don't care what it looks like. All I know is that--


ROBERTS: Here comes someone.


SOUND: PATROL'S STEPS APPROACH


ROBERTS: Hello. Hello, there! I'm Captain Roberts of the Phoenix. (LIGHTLY) Are we glad to see you!


DYSTRA: (GRIM) Stand where you are.


JIM: Hey, what's the idea? 


ROBERTS: Well, you don't understand. I - I said I'm--


DYSTRA: Don't move. Captain Roberts, you and your crew and your passengers are all under arrest. (TO AIDE) Helmsman Smith, take over the ship and seal off the exits. No one is to leave. (TO ROBERTS) Captain Roberts, you and your companion come this way, please.


MUSIC: BRIDGE


ROBERTS: By what authority are we being held prisoners?! I want to know! I have the right to demand to know!


DYSTRA: Captain Roberts, you're hardly in a position to demand anything.


ROBERTS: Well, what is my position, sir?


DYSTRA: The title is Commander. Commander Dystra.


ROBERTS: Commander. Commander, you know that you will be held responsible for any harm to my passengers or ship.


DYSTRA: There's no cause for alarm, captain. Or threats. We're simply holding you here at Green Valley for a short while till we check your credentials.


ROBERTS: You've inspected our ship. You know we carry no contraband. Since when does an American have to have his credentials checked in his own country?


DYSTRA: I've already explained to you that this entire area -- all five hundred square miles of it -- is government property devoted exclusively to secret research projects. Now, is it perfectly obvious why we can't allow you and your passengers to walk about freely?


ROBERTS: Maybe, but it isn't obvious why we're not allowed to use the Visi-Phone; why we can't call our base, report our safe landing.


DYSTRA: Perhaps not, Captain Roberts, but then government regulations often are obscure.


ROBERTS: Commander Dystra, we were met with guns and suspicion. Now, you say that was because secret research is going on. Yet when you contacted us above the Earth's atmosphere, you offered to bring us in here. Why did you make that offer if you didn't want us here?


DYSTRA: Would you rather be back in space floundering about in your crippled craft? That can be arranged. 


ROBERTS: (BEAT) You haven't answered my question.


DYSTRA: We brought you in for two reasons. First, to save your lives -- if you turned out to be harmless. Second, because it is our policy to apprehend all craft entering our space sector. We have enemies.


ROBERTS: With the high-handed methods you use, I can see why.


DYSTRA: Not high-handed, Captain Roberts. During your detainment here, you and your company will be accorded full courtesy.


ROBERTS: We appreciate your courtesy, but we demand the right to contact Chicago, here, now, and on that Visi-Phone!


DYSTRA: I'm sorry. That is impossible! (TO DONA) Dona?


SOUND: DONA TAKES A FEW STEPS


DONA: Yes, Commander Dystra?


DYSTRA: Arrange for suitable accommodations for Captain Roberts and his crew. (TO ROBERTS) The interview is closed.


ROBERTS: Commander Dystra, I--


DYSTRA: (INTERRUPTS) That is all, captain!


SOUND: FOOTSTEPS AS DONA LEADS ROBERTS AWAY ... DOOR SLIDES SHUT ... CLICK! OF SWITCH ... TWO BEEPS! OF PHONE


DYSTRA: (INTO PHONE) Send out a special bulletin to the Science Institute. To all chiefs of the following departments: Astrogation, Navigation, Anthropology, Astronomy. Is there anywhere in this solar system, or in adjoining constellations, a body known as "Planet Earth"? Or "America"? Is there any community, area, or experimental station known as "Chi-ca-go"?


MUSIC: BRIDGE


JIM: I won't do it, Dick! I won't take this lying down!


ROBERTS: No? What are you gonna do about it?


JIM: I'll think of something. I'm certainly not gonna sit around twiddling my thumbs while the great Dystra checks our credentials!


ROBERTS: I don't like the looks of this place any better than you do. Secret project, he says. For all we know, it may be the headquarters of some gangster outfit.


JIM: Yeah, there are a lot of things about this Green Valley setup that bother me. It's nothing definite. I just get a feeling that everything's a little lopsided. It's as if I were looking at it through a Coney Island mirror.


ROBERTS: Oh, easy now, Jim. You'll be going bats if you--


JIM: Dick! I've got it!


ROBERTS: Got what?


JIM: That Visi-Phone! If we can get into Dystra's office some way, we can phone home.


ROBERTS: Aw, no, no. You're way off, Jim. There isn't a chance in a million.


JIM: Why not? This room's not locked. They finished work for the day. We saw everybody leave.


ROBERTS: (BEAT) All right. All right, we'll try it. But, Jim, er, watch your step, will ya? I feel sort of responsible for you.


MUSIC: BRIDGE


SOUND: CAUTIOUS STEPS DOWN HALL


JIM: Here's the office. So far, so good.


ROBERTS: Try the door.


SOUND: DOOR SLIDES OPEN


JIM: (EXHALES WITH RELIEF) Open.


ROBERTS: Inside, fast.


JIM: Right.


SOUND: HURRIED STEPS INTO OFFICE .. DOOR SLIDES SHUT


ROBERTS: It's very dark in here.


JIM: Now, where was that Visi-Phone?


ROBERTS: Ah, it's right here. Put the call in, but don't light the scanning cone. I'll use this pocket flash.


SOUND: CLICK! OF FLASHLIGHT


JIM: You listen for anyone approaching. Here goes.


SOUND: TWO BEEPS! OF PHONE


OPERATOR: (FILTER) Your call, please?


JIM: Get me Marshall Granger in Chicago.


OPERATOR: (FILTER) Chicago? Where's that?


JIM: Chicago, Illinois, U. S. A. Come on, operator.


OPERATOR: (FILTER) U. - S. - A.? What place is that near?


JIM: Didn't you hear me? I said U. S. A.


OPERATOR: (FILTER) I will check it, sir. If you--


ROBERTS: Someone's coming, Jim. Drop it, quick!


SOUND: CLICK! OF SWITCH


JIM: We'd better get out.


ROBERTS: It's too late; he's in the corridor. Stand back here in the corner.


SOUND: DOOR SLIDES OPEN


DYSTRA: (BEAT) Hello? (NO ANSWER) Hello? (NO ANSWER) Someone is here. Please come forward. (NO RESPONSE) I know you are here. I can hear your heartbeats. (NO RESPONSE) There are two of you, there in the back. Please come forward. (NO RESPONSE, SIGHS) Oh, this is very childish.


SOUND: JIM AND ROBERTS' FOOTSTEPS APPROACH


DYSTRA: Mm, now, that is better. Now we can put on the lights.


SOUND: CLICK! OF LIGHT SWITCH


ROBERTS: Good evening, Commander Dystra.


DYSTRA: Captain Roberts.


ROBERTS: Congratulations, sir. A very impressive trick, hearing a heartbeat across a forty-foot room.


DYSTRA: Trick? Not at all, sir. If it seems strange to you, your hearing must be impaired.


ROBERTS: You know why we're here, I suppose.


DYSTRA: It's obvious. You were trying to use the Visi-Phone against orders. You gentlemen have abused your privileges as guests. From now on, you will be held prisoners -- under lock and key.


MUSIC: BRIDGE


SOUND: KNOCKING AT DOOR ... CELL DOOR UNLOCKS AND OPENS ... DONA'S STEPS IN


DONA: I've brought you your food, gentlemen.


JIM: And it's about time.


ROBERTS: Well, this is a fancy touch -- a woman jailer.


DONA: My name is Dona, Captain Roberts. I'm Commander Dystra's assistant. We just remembered you hadn't had any food tonight.


JIM: (SARCASTIC) Ah, that's very touching. Thank you very much.


ROBERTS: Take it easy, Jim. She's just carrying out orders. Dona, it's very kind of you to bring us this food, but, er, there's something we need even more.


DONA: Well, what is it?


ROBERTS: We need some information. We're going mad.


DONA: Well, if there's anything I can tell you--


ROBERTS: Anything? You can start talking now and continue all night. First, where is this place? Where are we?


DONA: You're in Green Valley, captain.


ROBERTS: (EXASPERATED) Green Valley, Green Val-- Where is Green Valley? What continent is it on? What is it bounded by?


DONA: I - I'm sorry, I can't answer that.


JIM: Ah, you're wasting your breath, Dick, she won't talk.


ROBERTS: Then - tell me this. How long have you been here?


DONA: All my life. I was born here. Fifty-seven years ago.


JIM: Fif--? (BEAT, STUNNED) You look like twenty. How old is Dystra?


DONA: Ninety-two.


ROBERTS: And he can hear a heart beat at forty paces?


DONA: Uh huh. My hearing's even better. Listen. Do you hear the dogs barking in the distance?


JIM: (BEAT, TO ROBERTS) Nuts! Either these people are a terrific hoax or we've wandered into some weird, out-of-this-world madhouse! (CURT, TO DONA) Good night, Dona.


DONA: Good night, gentlemen. (MOVING OFF, GENTLE WARNING) I wouldn't try anything foolish.


SOUND: DONA'S STEPS AWAY ... CELL DOOR CLOSES AND LOCKS 


ROBERTS: (DRY) Shangri-la! Yes, that's where we must be, the place someone wrote about back in the twentieth century. If you ask me, it's probably the--


REYNOLDS: (HUSHED CALL, FROM OFF) Roberts?!


JIM: Dick, listen.


ROBERTS: Huh?


REYNOLDS: (HUSHED) Granger? Roberts?


JIM: The window. There's someone below.


SOUND: STEPS TO WINDOW


JIM: (CALLS) Hello, there! Who is it?


REYNOLDS: It's me -- Reynolds!


ROBERTS: (TO JIM) Reynolds, the chess-playing physicist. 


JIM: (CALLS) Reynolds, how'd you get out? What are you doing down there?


REYNOLDS: I escaped while the others distracted the guard. I'm making a dash for it.


ROBERTS: Dash for what, Reynolds?


REYNOLDS: There's a small plane at the far end of the field. I spotted it this afternoon. Will you come with me?


JIM: It's pitch black out there. You'll never find it!


REYNOLDS: I'll find it if I have to feel my way.


ROBERTS: You're mad, Reynolds!


REYNOLDS: We've got to get away, Roberts. Don't you understand? This place, it's - it's unnatural! I've seen things that have made my hair stand on end!


ROBERTS: Now, Reynolds, listen to me. Don't go now. Perhaps tomorrow everything will be--


REYNOLDS: No, no! Not tomorrow -- now! Are you coming, Roberts? Granger? (NO ANSWER, MOVING OFF) Very well. When I come back with help, I hope you're still alive.


ROBERTS: Now, wait, Reynolds, come back! 


JIM: (EXHALES) He's gone. 


ROBERTS: I hope he knows what he's doing.


DYSTRA: (OVER SPEAKER) Dr. Reynolds! You are out of bounds!


ROBERTS: (TO JIM) That's Dystra.


DYSTRA: (OVER SPEAKER) Come back, Dr. Reynolds! We cannot permit you to go any further! (BEAT) Last warning, Dr. Reynolds! Do not go near that plane!


ROBERTS: There isn't a light on anywhere. How do they know where Reynolds is?


DYSTRA: (OVER SPEAKER) Station [guard. ?] Stop that man!


SOUND: Z-Z-Z-ZAP!


REYNOLDS: (BLOODCURDLING SCREAM)


MUSIC: BRIDGE


DONA: (PLEASANT) I think you're foolish to refuse the food we've been sending you. You haven't eaten all day.


ROBERTS: (UNHAPPY) Please put it down, Dona, and go away.


SOUND: TRAY OF FOOD SET DOWN


DONA: Commander Dystra wishes me to express his regrets. The injury to Dr. Reynolds was most unfortunate.


ROBERTS: Tell Commander Dystra he'll pay for this. Tell him I said so!


DONA: The electronic beam merely paralyzes temporarily. It leaves no permanent mark. Dr. Reynolds will recover.


ROBERTS: How did they manage to hit him -- in the dark?


DONA: Well, I - I don't understand. We see very well in the dark. Well, good night, gentlemen. Please eat your food. Commander Dystra will be offended if you don't.


SOUND: DONA'S STEPS AWAY ... CELL DOOR CLOSES 


JIM: (ANGRY) Mustn't offend Dystra, must we? Well, here goes this tray, out of--!


ROBERTS: Jim, wait. It's foolish, really. We'll only get weak if we don't eat.


JIM: (SIGHS)


ROBERTS: Too weak to help ourselves if an opportunity comes along.


JIM: Yeah, I guess you're right. Feel a little lightheaded already. Yeah, hand me that jug of milk.


SOUND: JUG AND DRINKING GLASSES


ROBERTS: Oh, here ya are. Pour one for me, too, will ya?


SOUND: MILK POURED BEHIND--


ROBERTS: Three days we've been here. He could have checked our credentials a dozen times.


JIM: (A TOAST) Well, happy landings.


ROBERTS: Um, bottoms up. (SUDDENLY TENSE) Jim! Look out!


SOUND: ROBERTS KNOCKS GLASS OUT OF JIM'S HAND ... CRASH! OF GLASS ON FLOOR


JIM: What is it, Dick? Why'd you knock the glass out of my hand?


ROBERTS: Did you see the color of that milk? Green!


JIM: Green? Green milk?


ROBERTS: Poison, that's all I can think of.


JIM: Of course! Please eat your food, she kept saying. Come on, let's open that window and get rid of this tray.


SOUND: STEPS TO WINDOW, WHICH SLIDES OPEN


JIM: Here goes! Compliments of Jim Granger! (EXHALES WITH EFFORT, THROWS THE TRAY, PAUSE) Well?


ROBERTS: Well, what?


JIM: When is it gonna land? I didn't hear a sound.


ROBERTS: Did you see it as it went down? That heavy metal tray, that big jug, the glasses -- they - they didn't fall, Jim. They - they sort of floated down. As if--


JIM: As if somebody had messed around with the force of gravity. They've reduced the pull of the Earth here at Green Valley, Dick.


ROBERTS: Maybe that's one of their secret projects -- an anti-gravitational force.


JIM: Dick--? Dick, I'm gonna find out.


ROBERTS: What are you climbing up in that windowsill for?


JIM: Well, if it works for a tray full of dishes, why won't it work for me? I'm gonna jump out, Dick. There's only one way to find out. Take a big jump. Just walking around doesn't give the answer.


ROBERTS: It's three stories! You'll land smack on those rocks below!


JIM: Well, if I make it, you follow me. And if I don't--


ROBERTS: No, don't do it! Wait! Don't jump!


JIM: (WITH EFFORT, AS HE JUMPS) So long, Dick! I'll be seein' ya!


MUSIC: QUICK BRIDGE


SOUND: NOCTURNAL BACKGROUND (CRICKETS, ET CETERA)


ROBERTS: Jim? Jim, are you there?


JIM: Here I am, Dick. Hey, we made it, all right.


ROBERTS: I can't believe it. You hurt?


JIM: (CHUCKLES) Just a bruise. It was like-- It was like a jolt at the end of a parachute jump.


ROBERTS: I think I'm going out of my mind, Jim. All those - those fantastic things that have happened since we landed here. The Visi-Phone operator who never heard of Chicago or the U. S. A. 


JIM: And Dystra who can hear a heart beat across a room, and see in the dark.


ROBERTS: Dona, fifty-seven years old, looking like a chorus girl.


JIM: Green milk--


ROBERTS: And the reduced gravitational pull.


JIM: I don't like it. I want to get out.


ROBERTS: Well, there's our ship, out in the middle of the space port, prepared and ready to go.


JIM: Yeah, maybe we can-- (BEAT) Dick, I just thought of something.


ROBERTS: Yeah?


JIM: Last night when Reynolds-- Last night it was pitch dark, but now--


ROBERTS: Now there's a full moon. What's so strange about that?


JIM: Take another look at that sky. There, over the rim of the horizon.


ROBERTS: Another moon? A second moon. (BEAT, REALIZES) What fools we've been. Don't you see what this means? We're not on the Earth at all. We've landed on some alien planet! We must get to Dystra at once!


MUSIC: BRIDGE


DYSTRA: Yes, that is it. That explains the things that puzzled us -- your reference to Chicago, to the Earth; the small, strange differences between us.


ROBERTS: It's not the differences that bother me now, Dystra. It's the uncanny, incredible similarity between your planet and ours.


DONA: Is it so incredible, Captain Roberts? We've shown you our astronomical charts. Our planet Vesta is exactly opposite the Earth on the other side of the sun.


JIM: Yeah, that's why we never discovered each other.


DONA: We are ninety million miles distant from the sun. You are--


JIM: Ninety-three million miles.


DYSTRA: But no doubt both planets split off from the sun at the same time. Vesta is a little smaller than the Earth and - and that fact, plus its nearer distance to the sun, gives us less gravity, but otherwise our development has paralleled yours completely.


JIM: Even in appearance and culture and language. You've reached precisely the same stage of development we have.


DYSTRA: Oh, it simply proves, Granger, that similar conditions may produce the same results.


ROBERTS: One thing still bothers me.


DYSTRA: Yes?


ROBERTS: How do you stay so young, so vigorous?


DYSTRA: (CHUCKLES) That? It is simple. We live in peace and harmony. Our only concern is interplanetary threats.


ROBERTS: Uh huh. That's why you were so - so rough on us.


DYSTRA: Precisely.


ROBERTS: Well, now that we understand each other-- May I use your Visi-Phone?


DYSTRA: (LIGHTLY) You want to call Chicago?


ROBERTS: No. No, no. (CHUCKLES, THEN MORE SERIOUS) I want to call our crew and passengers and tell them - to get ready for the journey home.


MUSIC: CURTAIN


ANNOUNCER: Next week, an incredible adventure from the world of tomorrow, when a scientist crosses the border of what is known into the strange mysteries of the unknown. Be sure to listen. ...

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