 from the years beyond 2000 A.D. The story of a horrible nightmare that wouldn't stop even when the dreamer woke up. A story called The Green Thing. It is the year 2000 plus 175. It is late evening and all is peaceful and quiet in Dr. Harvey Glendon's sanatorium. Outside on the vast estate that stretches away from the main building, there are only the soft country noises, a wind sighing in the trees, the shrill trippings of innumerable crickets. In the world's furnished rooms, the patients sleep, stretched out on comfortable mattresses and clean white sheets. The country breezes straying over their forms. In room 32B, Mr. Sowers sleeps peacefully with his head on a fluffy pillow. He sleeps and he dreams. Help me! Help me! Growing psychological problems facing our nation, the government has sent me to you, Dr. Glendon, to enlist your aid. Since you're the country's outstanding psychiatrist. Well, I'm honored indeed, Mr. Carly. But I don't know there's as much I can tell you about the advancement of psychiatric research that isn't being published in the medical journals. Well, Dr. Glendon, isn't there anything that you're working on now or something definite? I know you're a cautious scholar, but... Look, Mr. Carly, it isn't possible to announce sweeping new generalizations in our kind of science. Our work is painstaking, complex, highly subjective. You take the case of one of the patients here in the sanitarium. Oh, Buddy, would you bring our records of Mr. Sowers? Yes, Dr. Glendon, just one moment. Sowers is about 40, 41. He was admitted five months ago, suffering from a melancholia. Here are the records, Dr. Sowers. Oh, thanks, Buddy. From these notations, he's been feeling much better the past few weeks. Yes, I see. Until last night, when he suddenly woke up screaming in his bed, he was being attacked, he shouted, by some sort of green devil. We had the hardest job getting him under control. Now, in the past, Summers had spoken quite often of a green hat that he lost as a child. His father, he remembered, had punished him severely for losing it. And later on... I don't understand that you can hardly call this dream analysis anything new. Yes, it has been known for centuries. Well, and I don't understand... Mr. Carling, I know why you came to see me. Apparently, I haven't been able to keep my achievement as secret as I had hoped. That's right, sir. We've heard rumors. All right, Mr. Carling, I've said that Mr. Summers' dream is very unusual. Now, would you like to see it? You mean... see his dream? I'm going to show you a motion picture of Mr. Summers' dream. Photograph from the subconscious mind, exactly as he dreamed it. I attach special nerve electrodes. And these electrodes pick up the current impulses of the brain. Then these impulses are transmuted back into pictures on the film of the machine. Really very similar to the method of wireless photography. Here's Mr. Summers' dream reel, doctor. Oh, fine. Thank you. The projector tube is ready, sir. I just placed the dream reel in it. And... there. Hold on to your hat, Mr. Carling. You're going to see an actual dream. Cheers very well, Mr. Klauber. Three slices of lemon drops will do. He thinks I don't see him putting the pennies in his pocket when he knows they belong to me. Three slices of lemon drops, it is, little boy. I'm not a little boy, Klauber, and you know it. I'm all grown up, and I don't come to your store anymore. I don't even live here anymore, and you steal pennies. All right, all right. Get out, little boy. Take your lemon drops and get out. Get out. Music. I didn't know Klauber had music in his store. I don't like his music. I'll slam his door. I'll go out in the street. Now there won't be any more pennies stealing music. It won't go away. It won't go away. Summers, I am calling you. It's a monster with great pink eyes on long stalks. It's standing in front of me. It has claws. You're not the little boy anymore, Summers. No, no, no. Don't touch me with your claws. Come with me now, Summers. You are mine. You belong to me. No, no, no. You're touching me. Don't! Betty got to him at that moment, and the dream machine shut off. Phew. Some dream. What effect will the discovery of this dream machine have on psychiatric research, Dr. Grendan? Well, I've only just perfected it about four or five months ago. We've got perhaps 40 or 50 photograph dreams in our files. 40 or 50? Yeah. However, as far as developing new techniques and treatment, maybe years before I can get them analyzed and correlated so that overall theories can be drawn from them. As long as that. Now, you understand, Mr. Carling, why it's a little difficult for me to answer your questions. That dream was fascinating. I've never seen anything like it. Doctor, I know I'm presuming on your time, but I'd like to see just one more. I'll have to report on these at the government bureau. Well, only one more, though. I'm sorry, but I'm quite busy. What about this one here? The purple tag. What's that for? I haven't seen that one myself yet. The purple tag means it's from the violent ward. Mr. Rove. Hmm, a sick man. Well, we'll try it. Oh, is that? Two of us. One. Me. Gibberish, I'm afraid. Rove's a difficult case. Homicidal tendencies. Comes from a good family. He's a very successful businessman. Can you do anything for him? Oh, I think so. There are times when he can be reached, and some of his dreams provide clues. Here, see? He's been to me now, 74. That is surely me. I don't need you. You can't scare me. But no, no, don't touch me. Doctor, look on the screen. Look, there it is again. That green thing. No. It can't be. It's impossible. Two people can't possibly have the same dream. I don't understand it, Betty. I can't understand it. I've been through all the records of both of them. Summers and Rove. There's nothing in their background that would cause them to have the same dream. Are you sure they haven't been together at some time? I'm positive, Doctor. They haven't even met. Mr. Rove came here only a month ago, and he was placed in the Violent Ward immediately. He's never been out of it. It's possible for people to have similar dreams, yes, but never the dream of the same unusual, horrible, specific subject as that green thing. Every detail was the same. The pink eyes, the claws. It makes me shudder myself. Betty, I want our dream reels. All those I haven't seen. Oh, now you're not going to view them all. It would take you... I don't care how long it takes. I want to see them all. I've got a funny feeling inside, and I won't be at ease until I know. Until I'm sure. Sure of what, Doctor Grandma? Sure that none of the other patients have had that dream. That same horrible dream of... of that green thing. Dream nine, Mrs. Jordan. Shall I put the sound on? No, not necessary. We can see if it appears. No. Nothing here. Dream ten, Mrs. Barnum. No. Nothing. I don't think we'll find anything, Doctor. It must have been a freak, a coincidence. Oh, keep going. Keep going. Dream eleven, Mr. Craig. Dream twenty-one. Nothing there, either. Dream twenty-two. Maybe you're right, Betty. I'm beginning to think myself... Dr. Glendon! Dr. Glendon, look! There it is! A green thing! That's it again. A green thing. Four dreams of that monstrous green thing. Each one from a different patient, and each one during the past week. Darling, there's something there. Something to make even a psychiatrist feel frightened. Darling, the patients weren't having a dream. They couldn't be. They had nothing in common, but the fact that they're in this sanatorium, why, even the nature of their illness is that different. Doctor, aren't you getting a little mixed up yourself? You saw those dreams. I saw them. Betty saw them. I know it's incredible. Listen, to have a dream means that you create that dream. You and nobody else. You mean you think the patients didn't create those dreams? They're not their dreams? There is such a thing as thought projection. Mental telepathy? Yeah. Why should anyone want to know? Someone may have found out about the dream machine. Maybe jealousy, or grudge, or a hatred of psychiatry in general. There are many reasons. What we've got to do is to find out where it's coming from. The patients must be protected. How? First, we've got to find out whether this telepathy is coming from inside or outside the sanatorium. And we've got to track it down. I tell you, darling, whoever's trying this terror by mental telepathy isn't going to get away with it. I'm not going to stand by while a lifetime's work is destroyed by a campaign of terror against my patients. I'm going to institute protective measures at once. Anything yet, doctor? I still have the guard as seen, beamed on the area directly around the main building. I don't expect to find anything so close, but I want to search every inch of the grounds. You still feel whoever it is is on the grounds? Can't be sure of anything, but I'm convinced that the staff is loyal. And I have a hunch that whoever is transmitting these thought waves will want to be close enough to judge the results. Shall I bring the patients down now, Dr. Glemban? Oh, yes, Betty. Go get them, will you, please? It's just possible that they may be able to help us. They may have felt current emanating from a certain direction. I think the guard's screen has reached its range, limit, doctor. It's repeating itself. All right, I'll give it wider focus. I'm going into the grounds now. Wait, there's something. A figure on the screen. Yeah, I see him. He's carrying a club, a stick or something. Who is it, doctor? Can you tell? I don't want to alarm him. I'll signal the patrol corps. But me. It's that red button on the wall, isn't it? Oh, no, no calling. Never mind. That is one of the patrol corps. I can see his armband. You're bad. Well, I'll switch the machine to the north fringe. There's another figure, isn't it? It isn't. We seem to be well guarded. Another member of the patrol corps. Well, let's hope the patients will be able to help. Here's Betty. Doctor. Doctor. She's alive. Betty, where are the patients? They're gone, doctor. They've disappeared. And a fifth patient has just begun screaming in his room, the green thing, the green thing. All accounted for, doctor. The four that are missing would make 68. That's how many patients we had. I checked the nurses, eight besides Betty. They're all here. And the patrol corps have checked the rest of the staff. And no one has left the grounds except the four patients. Unless somebody got in and carried them off. No, no. No jetmobiles and no jet ships have been in the vicinity between the time the patients were last reported. And now the patrol corps are vouched for that. There's the village. Linfield? It's the only village for a hundred miles, but it's a backwoods country village, a quaint place, never kept up with the times. Now, I doubt that they have any jetmobiles in Linfield, much less jet ships. You can arrange for transportation there, can't you? The inn. Wait, that's where they go. Why didn't I think of that before? It's the center of the village, the gossip spot. If the patient's in a town at all, news of them would spread to the inn. Betty, you take charge here. Colling and I are going to Linfield. How long will you be gone, doctor? Until we find them. They're no longer alive. Sorry, I can't help you, non-doctor. I ain't seen no strangers, spoke to no strangers, or you're heard of no strangers. Well, how about transportation? Jetmobiles or jet ships? I ain't put in any calls for jetmobile service. Now, you're on to two months, not since Miss Jennings busted her leg and we had to send her to the hospital in the city. Oh. Jet ships. Last time one of them, Flamin' Monsters landed here. We nearly had a ride in Linfield. Dan Poole's author questioned Beijing for Mars. Just around a wild goose chase, doctor. Ah, so it seems. Well, thanks, honey. How, Mr. Barker, you've been very helpful. Ha, ha, ha, ha. Horns, he says. The blasted idiot believes in horses. Hey, everyone knows there's ghosts everywhere. Idiots? There's no such thing as ghosts. There are ghosts. There are ghosts in every village and town. Quiet down, you boys. You'll be getting right into bad reputation. Hey, hey, hey, there's the doctor. Dr. Clinton talking to Mr. Barker. I put it up to him now. What'd you say, Doc? There's no such thing as haunts. Go farther now. Hey, you, you tell my ignorant friend. I was listening very carefully. But if it's ghosts you're talking about, there's never been any scientific evidence that they exist. Aunts don't exist. That's what you're trying to say, ain't it, Doc? That's right. Oh, come on, Karling. Let's get out of here. Hey, hey, no ghosts. This, this Doc's an educated man. He knows. Yeah. Then suppose you tell me what that green thing was floating around down near the caves. And we ain't the only one who's seen it. Right, boys? Oh, please, thanks. Where? Where are these caves? Right down to River. Doc, you ain't going there. Night time now. Karling, will you risk it? I've got my right gun. Doc, you're crazy. I'm telling you there's a haunt. Why, there ain't a man in this whole village go with you tonight. Well, if it's only a ghost, you needn't worry. But if we're not out of those caves by dawn, you'd better come for us. It won't be a ghost that's holding us. This must be the right cave, Karling. There's the only one with a brush trampled down in front of it. Here he is, a tomb in here. We just don't want to be taken by surprise. Have to be as quiet as possible. All right, come on. You're on the floor of the cave, but there's no one near you. Nothing. Come on, snap out of it, Karling. It's only a dream. Only a dream. I mean... Dick Linden. I can't be standing over me. The pink eyes and long stalks. They're closed. Into this rough chamber. And you, Mr. Karling, don't worry, you won't fall. My will is controlling you. My patience. Over there in the corner. Rolf, Bradley, summer's gone. Now, what have you done to them? Summers, are you all right? Bradley, this is Dr. Glendon. You're doctor. You don't have to use the matter with them. They just don't understand you anymore. From the kind of look... That is right. For a long time we have been observing your earth. Your resources and your remarkable technology. But we did not know how to conquer you. For we of Venus have no strength for physical dexterity. Only mental power. You shouldn't have told me that. You're going to beat that horrible body of yours to a poppy-greed mess. I'm growing tired of this game. Stop. I will that your arms obey me and not you. I can't move them. Karling, stop him. Do not be foolish again. And I will return their motion. You hypnotize my patience the same way, didn't you? Those dreams are a little more complicated than what you earthlings call hypnosis. But it is mind control. I have come to earth to prove to my planet that this is the way to conquer your earth. We will control the minds of its inhabitants and thereby control their strength, their physical dexterity. I began on your patience first because their minds are more easily controlled. What do you want them? Their bodies. They can perform physical acts that I cannot. With their bodies, we venusians can continue our investigation of your planet at close range. And we can also study the structure of the earthling when I bring them back with me. Bring them back? To venus? Do not worry, my dear doctor. I shall not separate them from you. I will also take you and your companion with me to venus as rare prizes. Earthling, bind these two men. Now, don't do it, man. I'm your friend, your doctor. No, let me go. You shut, you shut the monster. Forget about me. Maybe he didn't know the earthlings had weapons too, like ray guns. Why doesn't he fall? He's still standing. Did you really think you could hurt me with that? Your death rays have no effect on my body. Drop your weapon. I should not hurt you. But if you could, I would not care. There are millions more to choose from. You can kill yourselves too. You are replaceable except to yourselves. You are trapped. You are only escaping. The explosion of your ray gun, the explosion of the rock, the cave-in, we'll be buried alive. Quick, quick. Let the patients before the green plane control us again. Make them follow us. It's our only chance. They've fallen here too. There's one fake one just at the mouth. Move that one. I think we can make it. Help me, doctor. I'll get the patients too. Come on, men. Here. You go first, doctor. I'll pull the patients after you. All right. All right. You, Summers. All right. Hurry, doctor. Quick, doctor. All right. God, not quick. You, all right. Shove this rock over the opening. And a saver, formidable story about a man of science who dared tamper with the secret of human life. Be sure to listen to that which lived in a head of steel. 2000 plus is produced by Dreyer and Winolson Productions, Incorporated. In today's cast, Lon Clark, Wade London, Joseph Julian was Carling, Esther Sondergaard was Miss Connors, Ralph John Griggs was Summers, and Henry Norrell was The Green Thing. The script was written by Edgar Marvin. It was composed by Elliott Cercoby, the orchestra conducted by Emerson Buckley, Sound, Walt Shaber, and Adrian Penner. Engineer, Bob Albrecht. This is Ken Moore.