 Autolight and its 98,000 dealers bring you Mr. Jack Benny, in tonight's presentation of Suspense. Tonight, Autolight, following a popular trend, anticipates the strange disappearance of experimental rocket ship Y272B, the time, the year 2053, the place, the planet Mars, the star, Mr. Jack Benny. Hey, Hap, that was quite a speech you made last night. You were as dynamic as an Autolight-stayful battery. Oh, that's flattery, Harlow. And what a battery it is, Hap. The Autolight-stayful is the power-packed pepster that needs water only three times a year in normal car use. I really don't deserve such praise, Harlow. Why not? That's the battery with the fiberglass retaining mats protecting every positive plate to reduce shedding and flaking and give the Autolight-stayful longer life, as proved by tests conducted according to accepted life cycle standards. That was really good, Harlow. 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That's incredible. Incredible. Yes, yes. Right away. You may go in now, Zeno. The Grand Council is ready for you. One, three, seven, five, six called Zeno. Come forward. Yes, sir. Zeno, the Grand Council of Mars has a mission for you to perform. Me? A mission? You have been selected because of the quality shown on your work and identity card, form 42-A. Set habit patterns, attention to detail, no strong emotional or biological drives, and complete suppression of imagination. Well, I always pride myself that I... Do not speak unless questions, Zeno. The Grand Council has other important matters of state. Of course, of course. You have heard the telephone broadcast that an armed rocket from the planet Earth is approaching Mars? Hmm? Oh, I did hear something about it, yes. Their course has been plotted as bringing them to a landing on the plane outside the city at 10.14 tomorrow morning. 10.14. You know, I wouldn't mind seeing that. You will see it, citizen Zeno. Me? You. Well, I'd certainly like to, but I'm doing the atomic escalator factory at eight. I'm on stair treads, you know, and... We've arranged a leave from your job. Leave? Well, I'm not arguing with the Grand Council, but I've got a pretty important job there, and... 13756, you've been selected to meet and deal with the Earth rocket. Me? You will put Plan X into operation. Plan X? Citizens, Zeno, every Martian for the last 50 years has been thoroughly grounded in Plan X, if and when a rocket should come from the Earth. Oh. Oh, oh, Plan X. Oh, you see, I thought you said Plan X, of course. Then you understand and accept the responsibility. Oh, anything to help out. Those assisting you on the mission will be in contact with you. Good, good. Have the other Council members any questions? I don't believe so. 13756 called Zeno. You are now officially operating under the provisions of Plan X. Well, thank you. I took the aerial transmission belt directly home. Let them get along without me at the escalator factory if they could. Besides, it was almost quitting time. I went to bed early that night. Tomorrow was going to be a big day. Plan X. Out of the whole population of Martyrs, I was picked to carry out Plan X. Oh, I'll admit I had my criticisms of the Grand Council in the past, but this restored my confidence in them. Yes, sir. They couldn't have picked a better Martian. I think I'll have a second cup of ostrich, Mother. Zeno, you haven't time. You'll be late for the factory as it is. As I told you, Mother, I'm on leave. Orders of the Grand Council. Oh, yes, of course. Plan X. But will the Grand Council care if you don't get your job back? There won't be any trouble. They couldn't replace me in stared treads, and they know it. Pass the Gorot, will you, Mother? Here. But it's fattening, Zeno. I got a hard pass coming up, Mother. I owe it to myself. And you will be careful, Zeno. Oh, Mother, if I told you once, I told you a thousand times. It's just an invasion rocket from that stupid planet Earth. So will you stop worrying? You're just like your father was, Zeno. Too brave for your own good. I am? Well, it's nothing really. I took my time going over to the field where the Earth rocket was to land. I got there at ten, with not another soul around. Another few minutes, and I had my pocket radar screen working. Yep, the rocket was coming in, right on time. Then I could hear it out in space, and soon after that I could see it. Varying our first visitors from Earth. See, I was thinking they must be a brave crew. I almost fell sorry for them. It wasn't a bad landing. Not the greatest, but not bad. After another ten minutes, a port on the side of the rocket started to swing over, and I walked over. I do say it myself. I made quite an impression. Commander, Commander, look! Commander, I think we've met our first Martian. All right. Keep back, everybody. Dr. Fielding and I will deal with it. Him, whatever it is, hand me the Martian kit, Parker. Already, sir? Come on, Fielding. Be ready for anything. Right, Commander. Incredible, absolutely incredible. I'll try to talk to him. Earth people, we friends. Friends, we come from out there. Let me try, Commander. We bring you presents. Here, we bring you beads, cloths of many colors. Take them. You wouldn't have something a little more conservative? Fielding. He speaks Esperanto. Incredible, incredible. Gentlemen, welcome to Mars. It's almost as if he was expecting us. Oh, yes, for some days now. Ever since you left Earth, as a matter of fact. You hear that, Fielding? Commander, we may very well be in the presence of a superior race. Well, thank you. You say you expected us? Everyone expected us? Oh, certainly. But you're here alone? Yes. Well, unfortunately, all other adult Martians are, shall we say, unavailable. For how long? Not wishing to pry, but how long are you staying? Well, they've taken to the hills, have they? No need to be afraid of us, no need at all. There's, uh, no one in your city over there? Mainly unavailable. But I'll be glad to show you around. Martian hospitality, you know. Amazing. Can we go right away, Commander? I'll get Connie. Well, you can call her, Fielding, but we don't want to blunder into a trap. All right, men, all in. Parker, take three men and stay here for rocket dart. Yes, sir. Ready, Fielding? All set, Commander. I want you to meet our first Martian. Dr. Fielding, I don't believe it. Miss Morrison, this is, uh, uh, 13756, called Zeno. Miss Morrison, this is Zeno. Uh, how do you do? Well, how do you do? But he's almost handsome in a strange way, and he speaks our language. Maybe a trick of some kind. Expedition Force, on to two. It's a little difficult to pronounce. Hold the city. We march into the city, which, of course, appeared quite deserted. Plan X. I showed them a few of the sights, the canals, the Og factory, and the Hall of the Grand Council. I was walking alongside of Connie, Miss Morrison, who was most unlikely women of Mars. I caught myself showing off, riding the aerial transmission belt with one hand. Finally, I took them all to the art museum. Oh, Commander, this place, this civilization, it's fantastic, fantastic. Look at the sculpture, Dr. Fielding, the line, the detail. I've never seen anything so beautiful. It's nothing really. Zeno, you don't mean that you... Well, no, no, no. You see, I work at an atomic escalator factory. I'm in stair creds. Everybody over here. Look at this. Oh, what is it? Oh, Zeno, is... is this what I think it is? Hmm? I'll have to read the nameplate. Oh, yes. Yes, a flying saucer. From 1952, your calendar. 100 years old. 1952, the year of the flying saucers. Then they did come from Mars. Oh, yes. But none of them ever landed on Earth. Why? Hmm, it just didn't seem worthwhile. Nothing personal, of course. We just can't get over this planet. It's so different from anything we imagined. Now, here's something you might be interested in. Right over here. Like a weapon of some kind. Oh, yes. Yeah, you see, it's a paralyzer ray. 300 years old. But why do you have it in a museum? You don't mean that weapons like this are 300 years obsolete. Well, you might say that, yes. You see, no adult Martian is a Martian. Why should we? But to defend yourself. Well, we just have no aggressive impulses, that's all. If someone struck you, wouldn't you strike back? I couldn't. But it doesn't matter. No one could strike me. No Martian, that is. Yeah, we've never had any trouble. Zeno, you're in the diplomatic service? The escalator game. Yet you were delegated to meet us. Yes, by the Grand Council. You see, we stopped having diplomats handle our important missions years ago. Again, nothing personal, of course. I see. But you are empowered to deal with us. Deal with you? I certainly am. Now, it seems logical to me that we should work out a mutual defense pact. Not right now, of course. Mr. Zeno! Mr. Zeno! Who's that? It looks like children. We have to see them, Mr. Zeno. What's the problem, Army? We're building something, and we're all out of uranium. We need some right away. Zeno, does he mean real uranium? Oh, of course, Dr. Fielding. It won't hurt them a bit. We have to have it right away, Mr. Zeno. We just have to have it. The city was deserted. Where did these children come from? Oh, you know how it is with kids when they get to playing. You'll get the uranium force, won't you, Mr. Zeno? Will you? Fascinating. What are they playing, Zeno? Yes. What's the game? I don't think you've heard of it, Commander. It's called... Plan X. Auto-light is bringing you Mr. Jack Benny in Plan X to make presentation in Radio's Outstanding Theatre of Thrill's Suspense. Say, Harlow, do you like to make speeches? Sure, Hap, especially about the auto-light's day-full battery. 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And now, auto-light brings back to our Hollywood soundstage Jack Benny in Elliott Lewis' production of Plan X. A tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. For the next week I showed the Earth expedition around the city, signed a few treaties and had several long conversations with Miss Morrison. Well, not too long, but I felt we were building a solid friendship. It was too bad it was coming to an end. You're not going out again this evening, Zeno? Mother, so I've been out two evenings in a row. Doesn't have to be fatal, you know. This is the time of year you always get that chest cold. Oh, chest cold, chest cold. Anyway, Mother, I have to go over to the rocket. Don't they plan to go back to Earth tomorrow? They plan to, yes. Miss Morrison promised to take a little farewell walk with me this evening. Hmm. Don't let her keep you out in the moonlight too long, Zeno. Mother, that's the most ridiculous thing. You just don't know how attractive you are. Now, Mother, Miss Morrison and I are merely friends. And to think of anything beyond that is just... Mr. Zeno! Mr. Zeno! We're almost finished the game, Mr. Zeno. Good, good. All finished, Army? Just about. It's tomorrow morning at 8.45, isn't it? 8.45. Anything else you need, Army? I mean, any more uranium? No, I just wanted to make sure it was 8.45. Well, see you in the morning, Mr. Zeno. Goodbye, Mrs. Zeno. See you in the morning, Army. Such a cute little fellow, Zeno. And smart. Is he? Mother, you have no idea. The Earth expedition was camp beside their rocket, getting ready for take-off the next day. Connie, Miss Morrison, waved when she saw me coming. I waved back and she smiled at me. I smiled back. It was a beautiful evening. We walked out over the plane, Connie and I, and then we sat down quite close. Connie lit a cigarette and I opened up a package of gercog. Zeno. Yes, Connie, Miss Morrison. Connie. How is it if you're not married, Zeno? Don't Martians believe in it? Oh, definitely. But there's mother and... And what? Connie, you don't find me a little bit strange. You mean because you're a Martian? Not exactly. You see, I'm young girls. I'm a little bit strange. I find you very attractive, Zeno. Really? You're from a superior race? Well... The commander may not see it, but Dr. Fielding does, and I do. Your civilization, your culture, and you? Actually, I'm... What are the other Martians like? You know, I seem to feel there are people all around watching, waiting, and yet we've seen only you. You've seen the rocket all day? Yes, yes. Zeno, what'll happen to this planet, this beautiful planet when the next Earth rocket comes, and the next one? Connie. I'd almost like to stay here, or I wish we'd never come, none of us. Connie, there's something I... I... What, Zeno? What is it? It's just that it's getting cold. Maybe we better go back. I'll take Connie back to the rocket, and then I went home. There was a message on the autophonopad. The Grand Council wanted to see me at once. You sent for me, gentlemen? 13756 called Zeno. You are nearing the completion of Plan X. I hope my work has been satisfactory. You were selected for a certain qualification, Zeno. Set habit patterns, attention to detail, no strong emotional drives. I remember, yes. Do you have any responsibility based on those qualifications? I suppose you might put it that way. Are you still prepared to discharge that responsibility? Well, I... I think you might as well know that it's been my criticism in the past, as well as that of a lot of other taxpayers, that the Grand Council interferes entirely too much in the private lives of... well, what I mean to say is... Are you prepared to discharge your responsibility? Well, Zeno, I mean, Miss Morrison, isn't there some way... You know that there is not. Well, I... I suppose not, no. Plan X will then be completed. I assure the Grand Council at 8.45 tomorrow morning, Plan X will be completed. I didn't sleep well that night. Mother was worried when I hadn't any appetite in the morning. She thought it was the start of the test-colds. Purposely, I didn't go out to the rocket until almost 8.40. They were blasting the motors, getting ready to take off. Zeno, I thought you weren't coming. I... I overslept, Connie. That is, I... I didn't really oversleep, but... The children have been here for an hour. We're just about finished playing, Mr. Zeno. Oh, good, Army. Did you win the game? Plan X? I think so. We'll know in a minute, Mr. Zeno. Are the children on Mars always that way, Zeno? Well, not always, no. Oh, come to see us off, did you, Zeno? Good boy, we counted on you. Well, thank you. Come over here, Fielding. Yes, Commander. Connie, Fielding, Zeno here has been so helpful to us that I've come to a decision. That's very nice of you, but I'm pretty well stocked up on beads right now. A different kind of a present. Zeno, I've decided to invite you to come with us to Earth. To Earth? How about it, Zeno? I'm taking off in, uh, 16 minutes at nine o'clock. How about it? Well, it's not that I don't appreciate your thinking of me, but mother would worry and, uh... You see, we need you, Zeno. That's not true. Well, I'm afraid it is. You see, I think Zeno is a much more important man than a worker in an elevator factory. Escalator. I'm in stare trains. And if we have Zeno along the next time we come back to Mars, we'd be much less likely to run into, well, an ambush. I'm afraid he's right, Connie. He's not right. How about it, Zeno? Thanks, but no. Commander, those kids, they've got some sort of a ray gun set up. Fielding? Is it real fielding? Why, it... it looks like it, Commander. Get Zeno over in front of us quick. Now they can't shoot without hitting him. Get your gun out, Parker. You mean the kids, Commander? If we have to, yes. Tell them not to fire on us, Zeno. I'm sorry, Connie. Really sorry. Oh, it's all right, Zeno. Do what you have to do. Shall we shoot, Mr. Zeno? Have your gun ready, Parker. It wouldn't do any good, Commander. All right, Army. Plan X. Do you fire, Parker? Me, sir? Fire again? I couldn't do a thing like that. No. No. Of course you couldn't. I... I don't know what made me ask. Uh, the rocket. It's motors have stopped. It's motors have stopped, Commander. It's not going anywhere. Are we? Someone said something about going back to Earth. Back to Earth? Oh, no. Of course not. Of course not. Everybody all right? What happened, Commander? What happened? Nothing really. It's just that Army and his little friends built a maturity ray. It takes people who are, shall we say, less advanced and increases their IQ by several thousand years. That's amazing. Child's play. Zeno, do you mean to say... Commander, Dr. Fielding, Parker, Connie. Permit me to congratulate you as fellow Martians. Utterly amazing. Connie. Look, here come the Martians. Our fellow Martians, thousands of them. They're coming to welcome us. Connie. Oh, look at them. They look so handsome, so intelligent, so... Connie. Yeah, excuse me, Zeno. I'll be back, Commander. I have to go to them. I'll be back. She did like me for a while before Plan X. But she did like me even just for a while. That's something, isn't it? Spence. Presented by Autolight, tonight's star, Mr. Jack Benny. This is Harlow Wilcox again, speaking for Autolight, world's largest independent manufacturer of automotive electrical equipment. Autolight is proud to serve the greatest names in the industry. That's why, during the early months of 1953, as we did last year, the Autolight family will join in saluting the leading car manufacturers who install Autolight products as original equipment. 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