"At the sound of the roar and the flash of light it will be precisely 6:43 P.M. on Maple Street... Various people leave their porches and stop what they're doing to stare up at the sky. Steve Brand, the man who's been polishing his car and now he stands there transfixed, staring upwards."
"Woman : Operator, operator, something's wrong on the phone, operator! [Mrs. Brand comes out on the porch and calls to Steve.] Mrs. Brand [Calling.] : Steve, the power's off. I had the soup on the stove and the stove just stopped working. Woman: Same thing over here. I can't get anybody on the phone either. The phone seems to be dead."
"Don: Charlie has to be the one - Where's my rifle-- Woman: Les Goodman's the one. His car started! Let's wreck it. Mrs. Goodman: What about Steve's radio - He's the one that called them-- Mr. Goodman: Smash the radio. Get me a hammer. Get me something. Steve: Stop - Stop-- Charlie: Where's that kid - Let's get him. Man One: Get Steve - Get Charlie - They're working together."
How did he know that information?
Let's not be a mob!
"[The group suddenly starts towards the house. For a moment their fear almost turns their walk into a wild stampede, but Steve's voice, loud, incisive, and commanding, makes them stop.] Steve: Wait a minute...wait a minute! Let's not be a mob!"
How'd his car start?
"Sally: [A little timorously.] It just doesn't seem right, though, keeping watch on them. Why...he was right when he said he was one of our neighbors. Why, I've known Ethel Goodman ever since they moved in. We've been good friends-- Charlie: That don't prove a thing."
"He swings the gun around to point it toward the sidewalk.The dark figure continues to walk toward them. The group there, fearful, apprehensive, mothers clutching children, men standing in front of wives. Charlie slowly raises the gun."