Invasion of the Body Snatchers

Dr. Hill.

Dr. Bassett.

Where's the patient?

I hated

to drag you out of bed.

Will you let me go

while there's still time?

You'll soon see why I did.

Will you tell

these fools I'm not crazy?

Make them listen to me

before it's too late!

I'll listen to you.

Let him go.

Who are you?

I'm Dr. Hill

from the state mental hospital.

I'm not insane!

Let him go!

Doctor,

now you must listen to me.

You must understand me.

I am a doctor, too.

I am not insane.

All right.

Suppose we sit down,

and you tell me what happened?

Well, it started--

for me,

it started last Thursday...

in response to an urgent

message from my nurse.

I'd hurried home

from a medical convention.

At first glance,

everything looked the same.

It wasn't.

Something evil had taken

possession of the town.

These two.

Here you are.

Thank you, sir.

There you are.

Thank you.

Morning, Mr. Fisher.

Doc!

Hiya, Sally.

Hi. Welcome home.

I'm glad you're back.

How's Mickey and the baby?

Fine, but everybody else

in Santa Mira needs a doctor.

You've got an office

full of patients.

Oh, no.

On my first day back?

Some of them have

been waiting for two weeks.

Why didn't you send them

to Pursey or Carmichael?

Most of 'em wouldn't go.

They want to see you.

Oh?

What's the matter with them?

They wouldn't say.

Usually people can't talk enough

about what's ailing them.

For instance,

Wally Eberhard was in twice...

and called three times,

but he wouldn't say about what.

That's funny.

Nobody would talk--

from Becky Driscoll...

down to that fat

traffic cop Sam Janzek.

Becky Driscoll?

I thought she was in England.

She got back a few days ago,

and she wanted to see you.

Are you still interested?

My interest in married women

is strictly professional...

or yours would have been

a lost cause long ago.

-How was the convention?

-Wonderful.

They wept with envy

when I read my paper.

Come back here!

Jimmy!

What's the matter,

Mrs. Grimaldi?

It's nothing. He just don't

want to go to school.

If I were you, I'd have

a talk with his teacher.

I will when I get time.

What's the matter?

Has Joe been sick?

No.

We gave the stand up.

-Too much work.

-Oh.

The boy's

panic should have told me...

it was more than school

he was afraid of...

and that littered,

closed-up vegetable stand...

should have

told me something, too.

When I last saw it,

less than a month ago...

it was the cleanest

and busiest stand on the road.

That's strange.

She was in to see you, too--

last Friday.

I tried to get her to see

Doc Pursey, but she wouldn't.

She said only you

could help her.

Whatever it was...

it couldn't have been

too serious, I guess.

One minor concussion,

two cases of the common cold...

and six canceled appointments.

Looks like you rushed me here

for nothing.

I don't understand it.

They couldn't wait to see you.

But you're still booked up solid

for the afternoon.

I bet they don't show.

Look, there's Wally Eberhard...

talking somebody

into buying some insurance.

There's nothing wrong with him.

Bill Bitner's taking

his secretary to lunch.

And speaking of lunch...

will you tell whoever that is

that I'm out having mine?

Is Dr. Bennell in?

Yes, he's here.

Do you suppose

he has time to see me?

If he hasn't,

something's wrong with him.

Go right in.

Becky.

Almost five years.

It's wonderful to be home again.

I've been away so long...

I feel almost like a stranger

in my own country.

Hope you don't mind my coming

without an appointment.

Not at all.

What'll you have?

We're pushing appendectomies

this week.

Oh, Miles.

I don't know,

maybe I clown around too much.

Pretty soon, my patients...

won't trust me

to prescribe aspirin for them.

Seriously, what's the trouble?

It's my cousin.

Wilma?

What's the matter with her?

She has a...

I guess you'd call it

a delusion.

You know her uncle?

Uncle Ira?

Sure. I'm his doctor.

She's got herself

thinking he isn't her uncle.

How do you mean?

That they're not really related?

She thinks

he's an impostor or something...

someone who only looks like Ira.

Have you seen him?

I just came from there.

Is he Uncle Ira,

or isn't he Uncle Ira?

Of course he is.

I told Wilma that,

but it was no use.

Please, would you stop by

and have a talk with her?

Sally says I'm booked up

for the afternoon...

but why don't you ask her

to come in and see me?

I'll try.

How about some lunch?

I can't.

I'm meeting Dad at the store.

When did you get back?

I came back from London

two months ago.

I've been in Reno.

Reno?

Reno.

Dad tells me

you were there, too.

Five months ago.

Oh, I'm sorry.

So was I.

I wanted it to work.

I guess that makes us

lodge brothers now.

Yes.

Except I'm paying dues

while you collect them.

Ha ha ha! Miles.

-Hello, doc.

-How are you?

Sam!

At it again, eh?

My nurse tells me

you were in last week...

and wanted very much

to see me.

It wasn't anything important.

Didn't he go to college with us?

Quit his second year

to get married...

like I wanted us to do.

Just be thankful

I didn't take you seriously.

You be thankful.

I found out

that a doctor's wife...

needs the understanding

of an Einstein...

and patience of a saint.

And love?

I wouldn't know about that.

I'm just a general practitioner.

Love is handled

by the specialists.

Here's where I leave you.

You know something?

This is where you left me

the last time.

Hiya, Johnny.

Sally, I'm off.

Tell the answering service

I'll be at home.

Good night, doc.

I'm not going in there!

Stop all this nonsense.

Hey! Take it easy!

Isn't this Jimmy Grimaldi?

Yes, Doctor.

Can I talk to you a moment?

Sure. I almost

ran you down this morning.

You got to be careful

when you run out in the road.

Come on.

Come on.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey! Slow down now.

School isn't as bad as all that.

School isn't what upsets him.

It's my daughter-in-law.

He's got the crazy idea

she isn't his mother.

She isn't! She isn't!

Don't let her get me!

Nobody's going

to get you, Jimmy.

How long has this been going on?

An hour ago,

I found him in the cellar.

He wouldn't say anything until

I started to phone his mother.

That's when he said Anna

wasn't his mother.

Could you keep him

with you for a day or so?

Give him one of these every

four hours during the day.

Call me tomorrow and let me know

how he's feeling.

Yes, Doctor, thank you.

Don't let her get me!

Nobody's going to get you.

All right, Jimmy.

Open your mouth.

Shut your eyes.

In the words of the poet...

I'll give you something

to make you wise.

That's a good boy, Jimmy.

I'm not going home ever.

You're staying at your

grandmother's. Call his mother.

She's not my mother!

All right. Run along.

Everything's going to be OK.

You be a good boy now.

Good night, Doctor.

Good night.

I've changed my mind.

I'm not going directly home.

I'm going to stop off

and see Wilma Lentz.

Should I call the boy's mother?

Yes.

Tell her what happened...

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