Cabin 28 Page #2

Stop

it. You're ignorant.

They're

coming for you, Barbara!

Stop it!

You're acting like a child!

They're coming for you!

Look, there comes one of them now!

- I'm getting out of here!

- Johnny!

Who is it?

Look, I'm, I'm sorry to bother you,

I, I lost my

wheels just down the road.

Uh, okay, so what do you want?

Well, well, I need some help.

There's a mechanic in town.

They probably have some

kind of all-night service.

Well, sorry to say,

I can't afford that, besides,

now, now that wouldn't make a difference.

How come?

Because I don't have a car.

You said you lost your wheels.

Well, that was as far

as my last ride took me.

You're a hitchhiker?

Guilty as charged.

Have you ever hitched?

No.

My dad always told me it was dangerous.

Now, your daddy

sounds like a smart man.

Is your daddy home right now?

Why?

I was looking for a ride into town,

but I can see there's no car out here.

That doesn't mean we don't have one.

But... But you don't have a garage

and there's no vehicle around back either.

How long have you been outside the house?

What do you want?

I was thinking...

Perhaps your kind daddy could, well...

Put me up for the night.

I don't...

I don't think we can do that.

Okay, fair enough.

Uh, can you just let me in

for a minute to make one phone call?

Who do you wanna call?

A friend of mine,

he's in the next town.

Perhaps he can pick me up now.

I can't let you in.

Okay, okay, listen now.

How about I give you his number

and you can call him for me?

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

Come on, now,

it'll only take a minute.

Now, now listen, his name's Dee.

Just tell him where we are

and that, that I need a lift.

Fine.

What's the number?

You got a pen?

Uh...

Hang on a sec.

Hello?

Yeah?

- Got it.

- Good.

The number's 555...

02...

65...

01...

- You got that?

- Yeah.

Now, now you just call Dee

and tell him I'll meet him

at the Backdoor Bar in town.

All right.

What's your name?

Did you hear me?

Yeah, I hear you real good.

So what's your name?

Well, my name's Marco.

All right.

I saw a flying saucer.

Saucer?

You mean the kind from up there?

Yeah,

or its counterpart.

It was shaped like a huge cigar.

Your guess

is as good as mine, Larry.

But one thing's sure,

Inspector Clay's dead.

Murdered...

And somebody's responsible!

What do you

think will be the next obstacle

the Earth people

will put in our way?

Well, as long as they

can think, we'll have our problems.

But those whom we're

using cannot think.

They are the dead,

brought to a simulated

life by our electrode guns.

You know, it's an interesting thing

when you consider, the

Earth people who can think

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