 The knife, the rocket, on the mine knife, the skull. Thousand plus science fiction adventures from the world of tomorrow, the years beyond 2000. Hey, D, 2000 plus presents the rocket and the skull. It's too important for this project not to know where he is every moment, sir. Be for base. Try a scanner beam. He should be on the all-clear level out of Detroit. Yes, sir. That buries the only man who knows every step of the routine. Be for base. Come in, R for rocket. You're not getting him. Cut the scanner and return to standard beam. Yes, sir. Are you receiving me? We couldn't contact you. Are you sure? We can't have anything, haven't you? The first experiment is being conducted tomorrow morning. Everything is ready for you. Good. The entire general staff will be there. Maybe the president himself. Is there anything you want me to have done before you come in? Anything you want done? Getting a response. Be for base to R for rocket. Come in, R for rocket. He was receiving clear as a bell. He said the stabilizer had been acting up. That can mean a lot of trouble at 700 miles an hour. What's that? Automatic distress signal coming from Colonel Bradbury's planes. Hello, Crash Central. This is be for base. Automatic distress signal coming in on channel 420. Colonel Bradbury flying a rocket jet X-93. Hey, it stopped. Be for base to Crash Central. Automatic signal ceased to register at beam contact 16 over 8. Carry out emergency crash procedures. Rocket jet X-93 has crashed on beam position 16 over 8. You were able to get your general. We're going to operate very shortly. I tell you, it's a miracle he's alive. It will be more of a miracle that he's alive one hour from now. You've got to save him. He's an important man. Yes, the White House called and started the Pentagon. We know Colonel Bradbury is important. But the shattered skull is very difficult. I know you'll do all you can. Stay right here, General. We'll keep you informed. With our hands. I have a report from Crash Central, sir. No. Apparently Colonel Bradbury, it was the catapult parachute just before the plane crashed. Otherwise, he would have been killed instantly. When he was catapulted up, his chute didn't open. He fell into a group of three poor bread. It might have been better if he'd stayed in the ship. You heard what the doctor said? Yes, sir. The shattered skull. The one brain we need to carry out the experiment tomorrow, and this is about fine, Brown Earth. Patient thinking, sir. More patient responding, sir. Good. Two cigarettes. Yes, sir? Just waiting. Waiting in more than an hour. Brain surgery is very delicate, sir. May take another hour. Or even more. You carried out my orders to postpone the experiment? Yes, sir, until further notice. Brad doesn't believe we'll have to start another man all over. May set the project back a year, and the year could be dangerous. No, you look surprised, Lieutenant. You don't know what this experiment's all about, do you? Well, I see the code name for it on the paper, sir, but it never has a description. After all, it's Mark Popsecret. Maybe it's about time he were told with Brad upstairs, hanging under life by a thread. I'm going to need a bright young man to give me some important decisions. You've come through with pretty good colors these last many hours. Thank you, sir. Well, we'll talk more about it in a little while. Right now, I'm going to stretch out and try to rest. I'm about done in. If I hear anything, I'll awaken you, sir. I don't expect to have sleep, not with the fate of the world, depending on a surgeon's knife. Adjust the light. Yes. Scarecrow. Oxygen now, sir. Nurse, prepare for transfusion. 60, August 40. Patient's thinking, sir. That's right, then. Go ahead, Dr. Bowen. Hurry. They shouldn't say him, doctor. Getting the transfusion. Let me help you, Dr. Bowen. There. He's responding. Two hours, sir. Two hours. Just about now, the general staff would be arriving and Brad would be checking everything for the experiment in the morning. Lieutenant, have you any guess about that experiment, about what it is? Well, my guess is it's about a new kind of aircraft. I don't know why you say that. Well, just because it's an Air Force project. Well, I wouldn't say you were wrong, but you aren't cold either. The experiment and the reason it's so important concerns a rocket to the moon. A rocket to the moon, but why, sir? Why send one there? The moon controls the moon, controls the world. If we had rockets on the moon, we could compel peace on Earth. The United Nations would press a button and wipe any aggressor off the face of the Earth. That means space travel. You don't mean that we... Hello, Lieutenant. We haven't found the way to send rocket ships with human beings through space, not yet anyway. But the rocket we're experimenting with is a two-way rocket. It can land on the moon and return from the moon, all electronically controlled from the Earth. Sounds fantastic, sir. No, it's quite feasible, I assure you. But we have reason to believe that we're not the only nation thinking of this. Time is of the essence. Colonel Bradbury knows more about operating these rockets than any man alive. Just on the verge of the experiment, this has to happen. Quiet, Dr. Rizio has to take a message down to you from the operating room. Bradbury... He's scared, isn't he? And no, General. He's still hanging on. Dr. Rizio says that he now has a 30% chance of surviving. A head strike will have to be put on. Because of the size of the area, a new metal alloy strike will be used. It'll take at least five or six more hours. Dr. Rizio suggests you go home, General, and the way you'll be more comfortable. A lot of oponion if anything happens. He's coming out of it. Colonel Bradbury, can you hear me? This is Dr. Rizio. Nurse, open the blinds a little. Our ease is back, but still, I'll hold it. Blind, thank you. Ten days since the operation, he's just now coming out of it. He's a strong man. Almost any other person would have died. Colonel Bradbury. Colonel Bradbury, can you hear me? The base. Nurse, have Dr. Keyes come in at once? They buy some popcorn. I'm for rocket. Just, General, I'm for rocket. Right, so do we. It's all right, Colonel. Take it easy. You call for me. The city's coming out of it. It's talking to a radically typical, I'm for rocket, the base. That sort of thing, where you tickle Jack on Air Force, you know? Mars? Mars? Mars? Marsham? They use all sorts of code names. Mars is probably one of them. I think in about 48 hours you ought to be out of shock completely. We can call General Hilton. Tell him to come over the day after tomorrow. Take it easy, Colonel. Take some fun. You ought to be in pretty good shape. Nurse, keep them comfortable. Back to Kees and I will leave now. Rock. Eliza, off. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. sorry. Miss Hilsa, take this picture off. Something wrong. It must call General. Call General Hilton. Mars. Marsham. Captain Hilsa. Captain Hilsa, please. Memorandum to General Stath. A new experiment is tentatively planned for April 3, 2006. Two, all security measures have been taken. Three, although severely handicapped by Colonel Bradbury's absence, newly trained specialists will endeavor to fill the gaps. Anything more General? No, no, no Lieutenant. Oh, may I should say, no, Captain. You like that extra bomb? Certainly do, sir. Well, you learned it, Bob. You've been a great help to me. Okay, note the memo was trapped secret and sent it faxed him later to the Pentagon. Oh, I'll take it, never mind. You know who I am? Who? The President. Oh, yes, Mr. President. Of course, sir. Well, I've just prepared a memorandum, but that's only two weeks, Mr. President. We assumed about 60 days. Oh. Yes, sir. For work day and night to do it. Thank you, Mr. President. Captain, change the date and the first paragraph of the memo. The new experiment is to take place in two weeks. General, that's almost impossible. I know it, and you know it. But there's one man who doesn't know it, and he says it's got to be done. I'm not disposed to argue with the President of the United States. I'd like to double check some of my notes on General Bradbury with you. Of course, doctor. On this afternoon, the General is coming to see him. But, uh, General Bradbury... Yes? He must have come a lesson. Well, he's not too lucid. Now, that's the point. He's not too lucid, but weak as he is. He talks normally for a while. Makes sense. And then that strange reaction sets him. I have observed it myself three times. Well, head injury cases are quite unpredictable. Perhaps, but according to my note, General Bradbury's strange reaction has taken place always either at 10 a.m. or 5 p.m. Of the three instances I have observed, two have been at 10, one at 5. Well, that is unusual. And in each instance, well, I can see now in my mind's eye, sitting alone in bed, talking quite sensitively, although in a weak voice, suddenly he becomes tense. He grimaces as if his head were in pain. He even clutches the bedclothes with tight fists. It appears to be rigid. Then, after a few minutes, invariably, comes a flood of disjoint, the disconnected senses about messages, emergency, crisis, state of the world, and Mars. Our General Hilton is going to visit the Colonel this afternoon at about 5 o'clock. And you expect the Colonel to have another strange reaction? I don't know! Surely General Hilton realized that a man who's had severe surgery can't tell what the General will realize. But my fear is that he may see that the Colonel is not improving his ability as well as he might, and he may call in other doctors. But we're doing everything humanly possible. That is the irony of the situation. I could have killed the Colonel in surgery. It would have been very easy. But, well, important government officials are concerned. I get worried. If we ever were indestinated carefully, they might find out who you and I really are. And that would be dangerous. Very dangerous. Thank you, nurse. I understand you wanted to see me. I came as soon as I couldn't. Sure, Brad, don't worry about me. Brad, we're scheduling the experiment. Do you feel up to answering a few questions about the experiment? Something to tell you. Sure, Brad, sure. I know there's a lot you want to tell me, but when you're still a sick guy, so... Suppose I just ask you a few questions and you answer them yes or no. That'll save your energy. What time is it? 4 or 5 o'clock, why? A message coming. What message? Trying to tell you. Couldn't tell anyone else. Mars. Martians. Mars? Martians? Finally tell me what. Brad, go ahead and see. What's the matter, Brad? Nurse! Doctor! Something's happening to Colonel Bradbury! Hurry! Hurry! Hello. Hello. Dr. Riggio, can you hear me? Mars. Mars. What? Can you hear from this here, too? Do you remember? And prior to General, strange things happened to the human mind. Tell us, a metal plate. R. Like a six. Day and reporting. Hello. Dr. C. Colonel. Nurse, we'll try a hypo. Get one for me, please. Oh, I won't. Thank you, ma'am. Now I'm inject. Should we relax for a moment? Here are your first experiments. One fail. Happer has released his tension. He'll sleep now. He'll be all right when you awaken. Yes, but what happened to him, doctor? I'm not certain, General, but in a few days, we may be able to tell him more. I know you're doing everything possible, doctor, and we're grateful for your saving Brad's life. But mightn't it be wise to call him some specialist, some mother doctor, for consultation? There's so much information and advice we need from Colonel Bedbury. Call him... other doctor? Well, General, I don't know that that's necessary. So strange watching him. Almost as if he were listening to something. You know, now that I think of it, he did say something about a message. You think there's any connection? I hardly think so, General. After all, we didn't hear anything. No, no. I'm afraid it was just the erratic talk of a sick and injured brain. No, no. I'm afraid it was just the erratic talk of a sick and injured brain. General, you really went through an experience watching the Colonel like that. I think he was almost in a shit. Had some crazy idea. He was getting messages. Messages of hallucinations. He was off his rocker for a while. I'm afraid I was a little brusque with Dr. Regio. He's a fine man, but I'd feel better if some other medicos looked at Brad, too. I'll wait for some specialists from Army Medical to examine him. Will you, Captain? Yes. Oh, I'll do a conflict. One thing more. On the experiment file, you'll find a... General Houghton's office? One moment, please. For you, sir, Pentagon, intelligence section. Intelligence? I don't know. General Houghton. Yes? Are you certain? What, have the President and the Chief of Staff been informed? Good. It's after over 15 minutes. Right. Order my car, Captain. Things are happening. Yes, sir. General Houghton's car stand by at West Endland. What thing, sir? Intelligence reports that the Eastern Alliance is definitely planning a moon rocket for Blastoff in six days. Do you know what that means if they get there before the United Nations? Six days, and we will be ready for 14 days. We really wanted three months. That's right. But how, somehow, they must have found out about our experiment and have agents that feed for some of our vital data. That's what the emergency meeting is about. Are your cars ready, General? Good luck. We're going to need it, Captain. We're going to need it. Dr. Keys, have you heard? What is it? Some other doctors are examining Colonel Bradbury. Yes, I just met them. What? Of course I gave them permission. I had no choice. General Hilton requested it yesterday. Who are they? That's just it. Army, medical. Army! How you can be so cold and calculating and surgery and so nervous now, I cannot understand. Your record here is flawless. Your operation on Bradbury is superb. No suspicion will attach to you or to me. If we conduct ourselves in a normal, unprofessional manner, what is the reason? That they are the Army. Now that means an intelligence section. They have routines about these things. We have no choice but to keep up appearances. I know, I know. But if they ever find out that we are the agents of the Eastern Alans, that we have masterminded the theft of certain moon rocket data, they wouldn't be ruthless, Dr. Keys. General Hilton's office? I'm sorry, the general isn't here. This is his aide. No, sir, I don't know when he'll return. I suggest you place the information on our private facsimile line in code. Our extension is page three. I'll then give the papers to the general when he arrives. Yes, sir, I'll turn the facsimile line on now, sir. We can receive it at once. Thank you. Colonel Bradbury. Great surgical applied to Colonel Bradbury's skull. The metal skull plate and voices. So that's what the Colonel's hallucinations are. It's fantastic. Hello, police. Hello, General Hilton's office. At Central Hospital, there are two staff doctors, Dr. Regio and Dr. Keys. All right, place them under arrest at once. Message, judge quarters, please. This is General Hilton's aide. When the general returns, tell him I'll be at Central Hospital talking to Colonel Bradbury. I'm the general's aide. You can describe the voices to me. Now, what happened? The head somehow picks up a certain high frequency radio waves. At least that's the theory of the army medical exam. The Martian. They want to stop the moon rocket. Enemy's from another world. Colonel, you can't really believe that. You must have misunderstood. The real enemies are the eastern alliance. Their agents have been caught. Their moon project won't take place for a long time as a result. Now, you just take it easy, sir. The army's going to track down that wavelength that bothers your head. Then you'll recuperate peacefully. Captain, truly, excuse me, sir. It's almost five o'clock. I've got to be going, sir. Just take it easy, please. Send the message to Mars on the regular wavelength at five o'clock. You'll have to use the ultimate wavelength. I will submit a report explaining how our communications were discovered. You can report this. The eastern alliance agents have been captured by the Americans. This reduces the chances of the Earth sending a moon rocket from two to only one. I will say to it that that one does not succeed. Are you f— That question. Report to my superiors on Mars that their observation base on the moon is safe from discovery. Mars will continue to be the only planet controlling outer space. That is all. I'll be reported. This came as quickly as I could. Now, what on earth is happening? Nothing on Earth is happening, General. What are you talking about? Well, I mean, everything's all right now, sir, isn't it? The eastern alliance has been taken care of and there's reason to believe Colonel Budd that his weird hallucinations won't recur anymore. Those are the two best pieces of news I've heard all day. Captain, I don't know what I'd do without you. Thank you, sir. I just try to do the best I can for my country. Next week, another exciting adventure from the world of tomorrow, from the years beyond 2000 A.D. Be sure to listen. 2000 Plus is produced by Dryer & Vanalsen Productions, Incorporated. In today's cast, Arnold Robertson will portray General Hilton, Rose Griffiths will be the chairman, Rosemary Morton will be Dr. Riggio, and now Pauline will be Dr. O'Connor Bradbury and Meryl Jones will be Dr. T. The orchestra will be directed by Emerson Buckley, music composed by Elliot Tricoby, Walt Shaber and Adrian Penner. Engineer, Bob Albrecht. This is Ken Marvin speaking.