Plan X

Suspense
Plan X
Feb 02 1953


CAST:

The Suspense Team:
ANNOUNCER
HARLOW WILCOX
HAP
OPERATOR

Dramatis Personae:
XENO
MARTIAN 1
MARTIAN 2
RECEPTIONIST
VOICE
MOTHER
FIELDING
COMMANDER
PARKER
CONNIE
ORMY



MUSIC: SUSPENSE THEME

ANNOUNCER: Auto-Lite and its ninety-eight thousand dealers bring you Mr. Jack 
Benny in tonight's presentation of-- 

MUSIC: KNIFE CHORD

ANNOUNCER: Suspense! Tonight Auto-Lite, following a popular trend, anticipates 
the strange disappearance of Experimental Rocket Ship Y-Two-Seven-Two-B. The 
time -- the year Two Thousand and Fifty-Three. The place -- the planet Mars. 
The star -- Mr. Jack Benny. 

MUSIC: UP AND OUT

HARLOW WILCOX: Say, Hap, that was quite a speech you made last night. You were 
as dynamic as an Auto-Lite Sta-Ful Battery. 

HAP: Well, that's flattery, Harlow.

HARLOW WILCOX: And what a battery it is, Hap. The Auto-Lite Sta-Ful is the 
power-packed pepster that needs water only three times a year in normal car 
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HAP: I really don't deserve such praise, Harlow.

HARLOW WILCOX: Why not? That's the battery with the fiberglass retaining mat 
protecting every positive plate -- to reduce shedding and flaking, and give 
the Auto-Lite Sta-Ful longer life, as proved by tests conducted according to 
accepted life cycle standards.

HAP: I was really good, eh, Harlow?

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your nearest Auto-Lite battery dealer where you can get an Auto-Lite Sta-
Ful--

HARLOW WILCOX: The battery that needs water only three times a year in normal 
car use. And, remember, from bumper to tail light, you're always right with 
Auto-Lite.

MUSIC: SUSPENSE THEME

ANNOUNCER: And now, Auto-Lite presents, transcribed, "Plan X," starring Mr. 
Jack Benny, hoping once again to keep you in--

MUSIC: KNIFE CHORD

ANNOUNCER: --suspense! 

MUSIC: QUIRKY FUTURISTIC INTRODUCTION, THEN OUT

MARTIAN 1: The card. Do you have the card yet?

MARTIAN 2: Uh, one more run through the machine. 

MARTIAN 1: Turid, when do you think the Earth rocket is arriving?

MARTIAN 2: Tomorrow. But if the Grand Council wanted the card before now, they 
should have asked me before now.

SOUND: COMPUTER NOISILY WHIRS AND SPITS OUT CARD

MARTIAN 1: Is that it? Let me see it.

MARTIAN 2: Mm, here.

SOUND: THEY HANDLE THE CARD

MARTIAN 1: (READS, MILDLY SURPRISED) One-Three-Seven-Five-Six. Xeno. Assembly 
line worker. Atomic escalator factory.

MARTIAN 2: Mm.

MARTIAN 1: Turid! THIS is the man for the job?

MARTIAN 2: He has the specifications called for.

MARTIAN 1: An assembly line worker. Why, it's incredible. Incredible.

MUSIC: QUIRKY FUTURISTIC TRANSITION, THEN OUT

SOUND: SWITCH CLICKS

RECEPTIONIST: Yes? ... Yes. ... Right away.

SOUND: SWITCH CLICKS

RECEPTIONIST: You may go in now, Xeno. The Grand Council is ready for you.

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS, THROUGH DOOR, INTO COUNCIL ROOM ... THEN STOP

VOICE: One-Three-Seven-Five-Six called Xeno, come forward.

XENO: Yes, sir.

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS

VOICE: Xeno, the Grand Council of Mars has a mission for you to perform.

XENO: Me? A mission?

VOICE: You have been selected because of the qualities shown on your Work and 
Identity Card, Form Forty-Two-Dash-A. Set habit patterns, attention to detail, 
no strong emotional or biological drives, and complete suppression of 
imagination.

XENO: Well, I always pride myself that I--

VOICE: Do not speak unless questioned, Xeno. The Grand Council has other 
important matters of state.

XENO: Oh, of course, of course.

VOICE: You have heard the Tele-Perform broadcast that an armed rocket from the 
planet Earth is approaching Mars?

XENO: Hm? Oh - oh, I DID hear something about it, yes.

VOICE: Their course has been plotted as bringing them to a landing on the 
plain outside the city at ten-fourteen tomorrow morning.

XENO: Ten-fourteen? You know, I wouldn't mind seeing that.

VOICE: You will see it, Citizen Xeno. 

XENO: Me?

VOICE: You.

XENO: Well, I'd certainly like to but - I'm due in the atomic escalator 
factory at eight. I'm on stair treads, you know. And, uh--

VOICE: We've arranged a leave from your job.

XENO: Leave? Well, I'm not arguing with the Grand Council but I've got a 
pretty important job there and, uh--

VOICE: One-Three-Seven-Five-Six, you've been selected to meet and deal with 
the Earth rocket.

XENO: Me?

VOICE: You will put Plan X into operation.

XENO: Plan X?

VOICE: Citizen Xeno, every Martian for the last fifty years has been 
thoroughly grounded in Plan X, if and when a rocket should come from the 
Earth.

XENO: Oh. Oh-oh, Plan X! Oh, you see, I thought you said-- Plan X. Of course.

VOICE: Then you understand and accept the responsibility?

XENO: Oh, anything to help out.

VOICE: Those assisting you on the mission will be in contact with you.

XENO: Good, good.

VOICE: Have the other Council members any questions?

COUNCIL: (MURMURS) No. No, I don't believe so.

VOICE: One-Three-Seven-Five-Six called Xeno, you are now officially operating 
under the provisions of ... Plan X.

XENO: Well. Thank you.

MUSIC: QUIRKY FUTURISTIC TRANSITION, THEN IN BG

XENO: (NARRATES) 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; er, tomorrow was going 
to be a big day. 

(PLEASED AND PROUD) Plan X. Out of the whole population of Mars, *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.

MUSIC: AN ACCENT, THEN OUT

XENO: I think I'll have a second cup of Ostreek, Mother.

MOTHER: Xeno, you haven't time. You'll be late for the factory as it is.

XENO: As I told you, Mother, I'm on leave. Orders of the Grand Council.

MOTHER: Oh, yes, of course. Plan X. But will the Grand Council care if you 
don't get your job back?

XENO: There won't be any trouble. They couldn't replace me in stair treads and 
they know it. Pass the Gore-Rot, will you, Mother?

MOTHER: Here. But it's fattening, Xeno.

XENO: I got a hard task coming up, Mother. I owe it to myself.

SOUND: POURS A DRINK

MOTHER: And you will be careful, Xeno?

XENO: Oh, Mother, if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times. It's 
just an invasion rocket from that stupid planet Earth. So will you stop 
worrying?

MOTHER: Ah, you're just like your father was, Xeno. Too brave for your own 
good.

XENO: (PLEASED) I am? Well, it's nothing, really.

MUSIC: BRIEF, OMINOUS TRANSITION, THEN IN BG

XENO: (NARRATES) 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. 

Yup. The Rocket was coming in, right on time.

SOUND: ROCKET ENGINE APPROACHES IN BG

XENO: (NARRATES) Then I could hear it out in space, and soon after that I 
could see it. Bearing our first visitors from Earth. 

Gee, I was thinking, they MUST be a brave crew.

I almost felt sorry for them.

SOUND: ROCKET LANDS

XENO: (NARRATES) It wasn't a bad landing. Not the greatest, but not bad. After 
another ten minutes, a port in the side of the rocket started to swing open 
and I walked over. If I do say it myself, I made quite an impression.

MUSIC: OUT

FIELDING: Commander! Commander, look!

COMMANDER: Great Scott! What is it?

FIELDING: Commander, I - I think we've met our first Martian.

COMMANDER: (TO OTHERS) All right, keep back, everybody! Dr. Fielding and I 
will deal with it -- him -- whatever it is. (TO PARKER) Hand me the Martian 
kit, Parker.

PARKER: All ready, sir.

COMMANDER: Come on, Fielding. And be ready for anything.

FIELDING: Right, Commander.

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS IN SAND

FIELDING: Incredible. Absolutely incredible.

COMMANDER: I'll try to talk to him. (TO XENO, SLOWLY) We - Earth people! We - 
friends! Friends? We come - from - out there! From-- (EXHALES, QUIETLY) Er... 
Oh, blast it, Fielding. I feel like a fool. 

FIELDING: Er, let me try, Commander. (CLEARS THROAT, TO XENO, AS IF TALKING TO 
A CHILD) We bring you - presents! Here! We bring you - BEADS! Cloths of many 
colors! Take - them.

SOUND: HANDLING BEADS AND CLOTHS

XENO: You wouldn't have something a little more - conservative?

COMMANDER: Fielding! He speaks Esperanto!

FIELDING: Incredible. Incredible.

XENO: Gentlemen, welcome to Mars.

COMMANDER: It's - it's almost as if he was expecting us.

XENO: Oh, yes. For some days now. Ever since you left Earth, as a matter of 
fact.

COMMANDER: You hear that, Fielding?

FIELDING: Commander, we may very well be in the presence of a superior race.

XENO: Well, thank you.

COMMANDER: You - you say you expected us? Everyone expected us?

XENO: Oh, certainly.

COMMANDER: But you're here alone.

XENO: Yes. Well, unfortunately, all other adult Martians are - shall we say, 
unavailable.

COMMANDER: For how long?

XENO: Not wishing to pry, but how long are you staying?

COMMANDER: Well-- They've taken to the hills, have they? Huh. No need to be 
afraid of us. No need at all. 

FIELDING: There's, uh, no one in your city, over there?

XENO: Mainly unavailable. But I'll be glad to show you around. Martian 
hospitality, you know. (PLEASANT LAUGH)

FIELDING: (RELIEVED) Amazing. Can we go right away, Commander? I'll get 
Connie.

COMMANDER: You can call her, Fielding, but we don't want to blunder into a 
trap. (CALLS) All right, men! Fall in! (TO PARKER) Parker, take three men and 
stay here for rocket guard.

PARKER: Yes, sir.

COMMANDER: Ready, Fielding?

FIELDING: (APPROACHES) All set, Commander. Er, Connie, I want you to meet our 
first Martian.

CONNIE: Dr. Fielding, I don't believe it!

FIELDING: Miss Morrison, this is, er, er--

XENO: Uh, One-Three-Seven-Five-Six. Called Xeno.

FIELDING: Uh, Miss Morrison, this is - Xeno.

CONNIE: (IMPRESSED, NERVOUS LAUGHTER) How do you do?

XENO: (EQUALLY IMPRESSED) Well ... how do YOU do?

CONNIE: (AMAZED, TO COMMANDER) Incredible! But he's almost handsome in a - 
strange way. And he speaks our language.

COMMANDER: (UNDER HIS BREATH, TO CONNIE) May be a trick of some kind. (CALLS, 
POMPOUSLY) Expedition Force! On to--! To--?!

XENO: (HELPFULLY) It's a little difficult to pronounce.

COMMANDER: (CALLS) On to -- the city!

MUSIC: FUTURISTIC MARCH, FOR TRANSITION, THEN IN BG

XENO: (NARRATES) We marched into the city which, of course, appeared quite 
deserted. Plan X. I showed them a few of the sights -- the canals, the Ogg 
factory, and the Hall of the Grand Council. I was walking alongside of Connie 
-- Miss Morrison -- who was most unlike the women of Mars. (AMUSED) I caught 
myself showing off -- riding the Aerial Transmission Belt with one hand. 
Finally, I took them all to the art museum.

MUSIC: OUT

FIELDING: Oh, Commander! This place! This civilization! It's fantastic, 
fantastic.

CONNIE: Look at this sculpture, Dr. Fielding. The line, the detail -- I've 
never seen anything so beautiful.

XENO: Oh, it's nothing really.

CONNIE: Xeno, you don't mean that you--?

XENO: Well, no. No, no, you see, I work at an atomic escalator factory. I'm in 
stair treads.

COMMANDER: (OFF) Everybody! Over here! Look at this!

SOUND: GROUP WALKS OVER

THE GROUP: Eh? Oh? What is it? Why, isn't that--?

COMMANDER: Xeno! Is - is this what I think it is?

XENO: Hmm? I - I'll have to read the nameplate. ... Oh, yes. Yes, a flying 
saucer. From Nineteen Fifty-Two, your calendar. One hundred years old.

FIELDING: Nineteen Fifty-Two! The Year of the Flying Saucers! Then they DID 
come from Mars!

XENO: Oh, yes.

COMMANDER: But none of them ever landed on Earth. Why?

XENO: Mm, it just didn't seem worthwhile. Nothing personal, of course.

CONNIE: I just can't get over this planet. It's so different from anything we 
imagined.

XENO: Now, here's something you might be interested in. Uh, right over here.

SOUND: GROUP WALKS OVER

COMMANDER: Why-- Looks like a weapon of some kind.

FIELDING: Why, yes.

XENO: Yeah, you see it's a, uh, paralyzer ray. Three hundred years old.

CONNIE: But why do you have it in the museum?

COMMANDER: You don't mean that weapons like this are three hundred years 
obsolete?

XENO: Well, you might say that, yes. You see, no adult Martian has carried a 
weapon for hundreds of years.

FIELDING: Well, why not?

XENO: Why should we?

CONNIE: But to defend yourself?

XENO: Well, we just have no aggressive impulses, that's all.

COMMANDER: Well, if someone struck you, wouldn't you strike back?

XENO: Mm, I couldn't. But it doesn't matter. No one could strike me.

COMMANDER: No Martian, that is.

XENO: Yes. We've never had any trouble.

COMMANDER: Er, Xeno, you're in the diplomatic service?

XENO: The escalator game.

COMMANDER: Yet you were delegated to meet us.

XENO: Yes, by the Grand Council. You see, we stopped having diplomats handle 
our important missions years ago. Again, nothing personal, of course. 
(PLEASANT LAUGH)

COMMANDER: I see. But you ARE empowered to deal with us?

XENO: Deal with you? I certainly am.

COMMANDER: Ah, good. Now, it seems logical to me that we should work out a 
mutual defense pact. Not right now, of course--

ORMY: Mr. Xeno! Mr. Xeno! 

COMMANDER: Who's that?

CONNIE: It looks like children!

ORMY: We have to see you, Mr. Xeno! 

XENO: Ah, just some little friends of mine.

CONNIE: Oh, they're darling!

XENO: What's the problem, Ormy?

ORMY: We're building something and we're all out of uranium. We need some 
right away and--

FIELDING: Xeno! Does he mean REAL uranium?

XENO: Oh, of course, Dr. Fielding. Oh, it won't hurt them a bit.

ORMY: We have to have it right away, Mr. Xeno. We just HAVE to have it!

COMMANDER: This - this city was deserted. Where did these children come from?

XENO: Oh, you know how it is with kids when they get to playing. 

ORMY: You'll get the uranium for us, won't you, Mr. Xeno? Will ya?

FIELDING: Fascinating. What are they playing, Xeno?

COMMANDER: Yes. What's the game?

XENO: I - don't think you've heard of it, Commander. It's called ... Plan X.

MUSIC: FUTURISTIC, FOR AN ENDING, THEN IN BG

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MUSIC: A SUSPENSE ACCENT ... AND OUT

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MUSIC: SUSPENSE THEME

ANNOUNCER: And now, Auto-Lite brings back to our Hollywood soundstage Mr. Jack 
Benny in Elliot Lewis' production of "Plan X," a tale well-calculated to keep 
you in--

MUSIC: KNIFE CHORD

ANNOUNCER: --Suspense! 

MUSIC: QUIRKY FUTURISTIC INTRODUCTION, THEN IN BG

XENO: (NARRATES) 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.

MUSIC: OUT

MOTHER: You're not going out again this evening, Xeno?

XENO: Mother! So I've been out two evenings in a row. Doesn't have to be 
fatal, you know.

MOTHER: This is that time of year you always get that chest cold.

XENO: (DISMISSIVE) Oh, chest cold, chest cold. Anyway, Mother, I have to go 
over to the rocket.

MOTHER: Don't they plan to go back to Earth tomorrow?

XENO: They plan to, yes. Miss Morrison promised to take a little farewell walk 
with me this evening.

MOTHER: Mm, don't let her keep you out in the moonlight too long, Xeno.

XENO: Mother! Why, that's the most ridiculous thing I-- (LAUGHS)

MOTHER: You just don't know how attractive you are.

XENO: Now, Mother, Miss Morrison and I are merely friends. And to think of 
anything beyond that is just--

ORMY: Mr. Xeno! Mr. Xeno! We're almost finished the game, Mr. Xeno!

XENO: Good, good! All finished, Ormy?

ORMY: Just about. It's tomorrow morning at eight forty-five, isn't it?

XENO: Eight forty-five. Anything else you need, Ormy? I mean, any more 
uranium?

ORMY: No. I just wanted to make sure it was eight forty-five. (MOVING OFF) 
Well, see you in the morning, Mr. Xeno! Goodbye, Mrs. Xeno!

XENO: See you in the morning, Ormy!

MOTHER: (CHUCKLES) Such a cute little fellow, Xeno. And smart!

XENO: Is he. Mother, you have NO idea.

MUSIC: FUTURISTIC TRANSITION, THEN IN BG

XENO: (NARRATES) The Earth expedition was camped beside their rocket, getting 
ready for take-off the next day. Connie -- er, Miss Morrison -- waved when she 
saw me coming. I waved back and - then she smiled at me and - I smiled back. 
It was a beautiful evening. We walked out over the plain, Connie and I, and 
then we sat down quite close. Connie lit a cigarette and I opened up a package 
of Gur-Kog.

MUSIC: OUT

CONNIE: Xeno?

XENO: Yes, Connie? Miss Morrison?

CONNIE: (CHUCKLES) Connie. How is it you're not married, Xeno? Don't Martians 
believe in it?

XENO: Oh, definitely. But there's Mother and ...

CONNIE: And what?

XENO: Connie ... you don't find me - a little bit strange?

CONNIE: You mean because you're a Martian? 

XENO: Not exactly. You see, even to Martian girls, I'm a little bit strange.

CONNIE: I find you very attractive, Xeno.

XENO: Really?

CONNIE: You're from a superior race.

XENO: Well ...

CONNIE: The commander may not see it but Dr. Fielding does and I do. Your 
civilization, your culture -- and you.

XENO: Actually, I'm--

CONNIE: 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.

XENO: And the children, of course.

CONNIE: Yes. And the children. They've been playing around the rocket all day.

XENO: Yes. Yes.

CONNIE: Xeno, what'll happen to this planet - this beautiful planet - when the 
next Earth rocket comes? And the next one?

XENO: Connie--

CONNIE: I'd almost like to stay here. Or I wish we'd never come. None of us.

XENO: Connie, there's something I-- I--

CONNIE: What, Xeno? What is it?

XENO: It's just that-- It's getting cold. Maybe we'd better go back.

MUSIC: SOMBER TRANSITION, THEN IN BG

XENO: (NARRATES) I walked with Connie back to the rocket and then I went home. 
There was a message on the Auto-Phone-a-Pad. The Grand Council wanted to see 
me. At once.

MUSIC: OUT

XENO: You sent for me, gentlemen?

VOICE: One-Three-Seven-Five-Six called Xeno, you are nearing the completion of 
Plan X?

XENO: I hope my work has been satisfactory.

VOICE: You were selected for certain qualifications, Xeno. Set habit patterns, 
attention to detail, no strong emotional drives.

XENO: I remember, yes.

VOICE: You have assumed a responsibility based on those qualifications.

XENO: I suppose you might put it that way.

VOICE: Are you still prepared to discharge that responsibility?

XENO: 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-- Well, what I 
mean to say is--

VOICE: Are you prepared to discharge your responsibility?

XENO: What about Connie? I mean, Miss Morrison. Isn't there SOME way--?

VOICE: You know that there is not.

XENO: Well, I-- I suppose not, no.

VOICE: Plan X will then be completed?

XENO: I assure the Grand Council, at eight forty-five tomorrow morning, Plan X 
will be completed.

MUSIC: QUIRKY FUTURISTIC TRANSITION, THEN IN BG

XENO: (NARRATES) I didn't sleep well that night and Mother was worried when I 
hadn't any appetite in the morning. She thought it was the start of one of my 
chest colds. Purposely, I didn't go out to the rocket until almost eight-
forty. They were blasting the motors, getting ready to take off.

MUSIC: OUT

SOUND: ROCKET ENGINE

CONNIE: (RELIEVED TO SEE HIM) Xeno, I thought you weren't coming! 

XENO: I - I overslept, Connie. That is, I didn't really oversleep but, uh--

CONNIE: The children have been here for an hour.

ORMY: We're just about finished playing, Mr. Xeno!

XENO: Oh, good, Ormy. Did you win the game? Plan X?

ORMY: I think so. We'll know in a minute, Mr. Xeno.

CONNIE: They're so intense. Are the children on Mars always that way, Xeno?

XENO: Well, not always, no.

COMMANDER: (APPROACHES) Ah, come to see us off, did you, Xeno? Good boy. We 
counted on you.

XENO: Well, thank you.

COMMANDER: Come over here, Fielding!

FIELDING: Yes, Commander.

COMMANDER: Connie, Fielding -- Xeno here has been so helpful to us that I've 
come to a decision.

XENO: That's very nice of you but I'm pretty well stocked up on beads right 
now.

COMMANDER: A different kind of a present. Xeno, I've decided to invite you to 
come with us - to Earth.

XENO: To - Earth?!

COMMANDER: How 'bout it, Xeno? We're taking off in, er, sixteen minutes - at 
nine o'clock. How 'bout it? 

XENO: Well, it's not that I don't appreciate your thinking of me but Mother 
would worry and, uh--

COMMANDER: You see, we need you, Xeno.

CONNIE: That's not true!

COMMANDER: Well, I'm afraid it is. You see, I think Xeno is a much more 
important man than a worker in an elevator factory.

XENO: Escalator. I'm in stair treads.

COMMANDER: And if we have Xeno along the next time we come back to Mars, we'd 
be much less likely to run into-- Well, an ambush.

FIELDING: I'm afraid he's right, Connie.

CONNIE: He's not right!

COMMANDER: How 'bout it, Xeno?

XENO: Thanks, but no.

PARKER: (OFF) Commander! Those kids! They've got some sort of a - ray gun set 
up!

COMMANDER: Fielding? Is it real, Fielding?

FIELDING: Why, it - it looks like it, Commander.

COMMANDER: Get Xeno over in front of us, quick! Now they can't shoot without 
hitting him. (TO PARKER) Get your gun out, Parker!

PARKER: You mean - the kids, Commander?!

COMMANDER: If we have to, yes! (TO XENO) Tell them not to fire on us, Xeno!

XENO: I'm sorry, Connie. Really sorry.

CONNIE: Oh, it's all right, Xeno. Do what you have to do.

ORMY: Shall we shoot, Mr. Xeno?

COMMANDER: Have your gun ready, Parker!

XENO: It wouldn't do any good, Commander. (TO ORMY) All right, Ormy. Plan X.

SOUND: CRACKLE AND BUZZ OF RAY GUN ... ROCKET ENGINE POWERS DOWN AND SHUTS OFF

COMMANDER: Did you - did you fire, Parker?

PARKER: Me, sir? Fire a gun? Why, I - I couldn't. I couldn't do a thing like 
that.

COMMANDER: No. No, of course you couldn't. I - I don't know what made me ask.

FIELDING: Uh, the rocket -- its motors have stopped. Its motors have stopped, 
Commander.

COMMANDER: Well, we aren't going anywhere. Are we?

CONNIE: Someone said something about going back to Earth.

COMMANDER & FIELDING: (AS IF IT WERE UNTHINKABLE) Back to Earth?!

CONNIE: Oh, no. Course not. Course not.

XENO: Everybody - all right?

CONNIE: What happened, Commander? What happened?

XENO: Nothing really. It's just that Ormy and his little friends built a 
Maturity Ray. It takes people who are, shall we say, less advanced and 
increases their I. Q. by several thousand years.

FIELDING: Ah, it's amazing.

XENO: Child's play.

COMMANDER: Xeno, do you mean to say--?

XENO: Commander, Dr. Fielding, Parker, Connie -- permit me to congratulate you 
-- as fellow Martians. 

FIELDING: (CHUCKLES HAPPILY) Utterly amazing.

XENO: Connie--

CONNIE: Look! Here come the Martians!

COMMANDER: Our fellow Martians! Thousands of them! They're coming to welcome 
us!

XENO: Connie--

CONNIE: Oh, look at them! (BREATHLESS) Oh, they look so handsome! So 
intelligent--! So--!

XENO: Connie--

CONNIE: (HASTILY BRUSHES HIM OFF) Yeah, uh, excuse me, Xeno. (RUSHING OFF) 
I'll be back, Commander! I have to go to them! I'll be back!

MUSIC: AN ACCENT, THEN IN BG

XENO: (NARRATES, A LITTLE SADLY) Well ... 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?

MUSIC: FOR A FINISH

ANNOUNCER: Suspense! 
 
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ANNOUNCER: Presented by Auto-Lite! Tonight's star, Mr. Jack Benny! 

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HARLOW WILCOX: This is Harlow Wilcox again speaking for Auto-Lite, world's 
largest independent manufacturer of automotive electrical equipment. Auto-Lite 
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 Auto-Lite family will join in 
saluting the leading car manufacturers who install Auto-Lite products as 
original equipment. Our Auto-Lite family is a worldwide family and numbers 
among its members some thirty thousand men and women in Auto-Lite plants in 
the United States, Canada and many foreign countries; and the eighteen 
thousand people who have invested a portion of their savings in Auto-Lite; as 
well as thousands of Auto-Lite distributors and dealers; and the many leading 
manufacturers who use Auto-Lite products as original equipment. Our Auto-Lite 
family will salute the Dodge division of Chrysler Corporation on the next 
Auto-Lite "Suspense" program on television. If you live in a television area, 
check the day and time of "Suspense" so that you'll be sure to see this 
program. 

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ANNOUNCER: Next week, the dramatic report of a man's desperate race for 
freedom. A true story, with names and places changed in order to protect the 
lives of the principals. The story is called, "The Man Who Cried Wolf." Our 
star -- Mr. Jeff Chandler. That's next week on--

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ANNOUNCER: --SUSPENSE! 

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ANNOUNCER: "Suspense" is transcribed and directed by Elliott Lewis, with music 
composed by Lucien Moraweck and conducted by Lud Gluskin. "Plan X" was written 
for "Suspense" by Richard Powell. Featured in tonight's cast were Mary Jane 
Croft, Norma Varden, John McIntire, Truda Marson, Howard McNear, William 
Conrad, Jack Kruschen, Joseph Kearns and Stuffy Singer. 

HARLOW WILCOX: "The Jack Benny Show" may be heard every Sunday on the CBS 
Radio Network.

ANNOUNCER: And remember, next week, Mr. Jeff Chandler in "The Man Who Cried 
Wolf." 

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HARLOW WILCOX: The 1953 March of Dimes has nearly passed by. If you haven't 
given your dime or dollar to help in the crusade against polio, why not do it 
now? Send your contribution to your local March of Dimes headquarters.

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ANNOUNCER: This is the CBS Radio Network.

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