With the world growing more crowded,
the great powers strive to conquer other planets.
The race is on.
The interplanetary sea has already been charted.
The first caravel of space is being constructed.
Who will get there first?
Who will be the new Columbus?
In 10 seconds, gentlemen,
the problem will be changed in midstream.
You've made your point. It's no contest.
The human brain can't match a computer.
Watch.
One of the symbols has been subtracted.
Now, we shall see.
Well, how can they complete their patterns?
That, General, is their problem.
Not a fair test, Housner.
The computer isn't programmed for that.
Neither is Colonel Barham.
Colonel Barham,
you're pattern does not conform.
There was a malfunction.
I had to improvise.
Elaborate, please.
Brownboyd key was jammed up.
Closest approximation was the rectangle symbol which I substituted,
and if this is the kind of equipment
you're sending into space, I am relieved not to be going!
Gentlemen,
I'll not apologize for Colonel Barham's conduct.
In addition to being a sick man,
he was also properly incensed.
It wasn't a realistic test, General.
Can any of us predict the problems of landing on Mars?
No.
Then how can you program a machine for the unknown?
Only the human mind is able to adjust
to... toward the unexpected emergencies.
Providing your space man was still alive.
And he wouldn't be.
Man or machine, you can't have it both ways.
I disagree, General.
Why not Mr. Nichols' computer activated by a human brain?
Now, what kind of nonsense is that?
Doctor Rahm has already done it with a brain of a chimpanzee.
Naturally, we'd want a brain already highly trained
in space technology.
Perhaps, you'd like to volunteer for the mission?
I was thinking of Colonel Barham.
Colonel Barham?
His disease is incurable.
It's in a terminal stage, isn't it?
What would he lose?
At best 6 months.
And his brain.
Just the opposite, General.
His brain would be saved, perhaps forever.
Only the diseased, worn-out body would be discarded.
Speaking psychologically, Mr. Housner,
I think you've just given that brain a traumatic shock.
There is nothing wrong with your television set.
Do not attempt to adjust the picture.
We are controlling transmission.
For the next hour,
we will control all that you see and hear.
You are about to experience the awe and mystery.
Which reaches from the inner mind to.
The outer limits.
You'd be no worse off in the city, Alec,
and there are so many things you can still enjoy.
Are you volunteering to look after me in my declining days?
Yes.
I am.
"In sickness and in health..."
You took your marriage vows more seriously than I ever took mine.
That isn't why I said that.
You couldn't still be in love with me.
And I don't need pity.
Thanks for the offer, but I'll stay here.
It all seems so terribly lonesome.
Oh, I manage to keep busy.
There are jobs I can still do here.
They have use for my brain if nothing else.
And how they want to use it.
What do you mean, Alec?
They'd like me to volunteer for a mission.
In your condition?
They have no right to ask anything.
Well, they haven't yet. But it bugs them.
It really bugs them.
All the time and money invested to put me on Mars.
Instead, it all goes into a 6-foot hole.
Don't, Alec, please.
I'm so terribly sorry.
Why me?
Why do I have to die with a world full of useless slobs?
Alec...
Relax, Colonel.
General, I think you know my wife.
Of course. Nice to see you again, Jennifer.
Hello.
And Major McKinnon, our twitch doctor.
How do you do?
Hello, Mrs. Barham.
I have something very serious to discuss with your husband, Jennifer.
I think you should hear it, too.
If it's all the same with you, General, I'd prefer to keep it within the service.
Very well.
What is it, Alec? Why can't I hear?
It doesn't concern you.
Mrs. Barham, would you care for some coffee?
Well, you know what it is, Alec.
I'm sorry you had to hear it that way.
But that's Housner.
He builds the most sophisticated space craft yet
and can't remember to turn off an intercom.
This will be mostly Dr. Rahm's project.
They ran some film on the computer
activated by the chimp's brain.
It works.
The chimp was drafted, sir.
This machine will have eyes, ears, and a voice.
It will see Mars
and all the other planets of the solar system.
It will never be bothered by heat or by cold
or lack of atmosphere.
It will never be hungry or thirsty, or feel pain.
And it may be immortal.
Tell me something, General.
How would I do with pretty girls?
How are you doing now?
How long have you been married, Mrs. Barham?
8 years.
6 on active service.
And you're, uh, you're not divorced?
No.
Forgive me, Mrs. Barham, it's not merely curiosity.
You see, I have to understand more about your husband...
To complete his record, of course.
Major, you're the psychologist.
Why don't you explain him to me?
Well, I could tell you he was a highly capable astronaut
with a superior mind, perfect reflexes,
and an unfaltering self-confidence.
Nothing there I dispute.
Very admirable traits.
But where's the balance?
Balance?
Do you mean his weaknesses?
Excuse me.
Major McKinnon. Yes, sir.
That's very interesting.
No, no, sir, I can't really say I'm surprised.
Yes, sir, I'll...
I'll do it if you wish.
Major?
Yes, Mrs. Barham.
Oh, uh, some more coffee.
No.
I want some information.
Well, you know, it's...
It's classified.
General Pettit had no objections to my knowing about it.
Why can't you tell me?
Mrs. Barham.
Mrs. Barham,
putting the first man on Mars will be a tremendous...
A tremendous gamble.
By sending a robot first,
it's hoped to obtain enough knowledge to...
Well...
Let's say reduce the odds.
That's elementary enough, even for me.
The only trouble is
no machine can be programmed for unknown problems.
Only the human brain is capable of adapting. So it was decided...
Let me guess, Major.
So, they want to send an astronaut who's expendable.
Somebody who's going to die anyway?
No, not exactly.
The astronaut probably wouldn't live long enough
to transmit any useful information.
Oh!
I'm sorry I jumped ahead.
The ideal solution would be...
A machine...
And the human brain.
Only the brain.
You can't be serious?
Is that what they want Alec to volunteer for?
His brain?
He hasn't many days to live, you must know that.
Do you mean you approve of this?
No.
Oh, no.
But probably for different reasons.
We know little enough about the human mind
under so called "normal conditions."
Well, they'll have to get someone else.
Alec would never volunteer for it.
That was the General who called.
The operation's set for a week from Wednesday.
Why?
Why would he do it?
Do you remember the old fable about the blind men
trying to describe an elephant
by the part they were touching?
Yes.
Does it apply here?
General Pettit is a blind man.
He thinks I volunteered out of patriotism,
dedication to the service.
Well, that's a soldier's viewpoint.
Then take Dr. Rahm.
He sees it as good common sense.
I was going to die anyway,
why not gamble?
Weren't there 3 blind men?
Housner.
To him it's intellectual curiosity.
I think he envies me.
You're not taking notes, Major.
Let me get below the surface.
You see, you're the only one with eyes,
and still, you can't see the obvious.
You keep looking in dusty corners.
If I could get some light into those corners, Colonel,
what would I find?
Dust.
Not egotism?
That must have been a searching conversation
you had with my wife this afternoon.
Why did you refuse to see her again?
She is opposed to this operation, isn't she?
Very strongly.
Yes, well...
It does complicate things, don't you see?
She doesn't believe in divorce.
And now that my mind might live forever,
where does that leave her?
No one's forcing me, Major.
I want to do this.
I won't see you again until after the operation.
You think it's going to fail, don't you?
Dr. Rahm wouldn't attempt it
unless he thought it would be successful.
What worries me is the kind of mind you'll have.
Brilliant.
Distinguished.
Incomparable. Profound.
Or would you prefer
infinite?
Colonel, I'd settle for human.
Well, we ought to know soon.
Housner?
Rahm's confident.
So we'll wait and see.
Read your report last night, Major.
Didn't help me sleep any better.
I wish I could have been more optimistic, sir.
Seemed to me the brain would be released.
In time, it might even develop into a super intellect.
All the knowledge of the universe in a single mind.
And all minor gods step back one pace.
General Pettit.
A very brave man.
Well, how did it go, doctor?
The brain seems to be reacting favorably to its new environment.
But of course, its still unconscious.
So we won't know until we awaken it at 4:00.
Thank you, doctor.
Now, as you can see, the encephalogram.
Is registering normal brain activity
in a sleeping state.
By stepping up the electrical current,
I'll bring it to full consciousness.
Isn't that too soon after the operation?
Why?
He'll feel no pain, no weakness.
Of course, I forgot.
Bring it to 15 micros.
Dial reads 15 micros.
Recording increased activity, doctor.
Some activity in the motor area.
Unusual amount, wouldn't you say, doctor?
Apparently, the brain is trying to move.
Move? Move what? There's no body?
The brain doesn't realize that yet.
Should calm down shortly.
You performed the same experiment on the brain of a chimpanzee.
Did its motor area become quiescent?
The cases are hardly similar.
You cannot communicate with a chimp.
The problem can be explained to Colonel Barham's brain.
That's your field, Major.
Yes, sir.
But I'd still like to know
what happened to the energy generated by the chimp's motor area.
There was an overload in the brain.
They lied to me.
They said there would be no pain.
Colonel?
This is Dr. Rahm.
Can you hear me?
I feel pain.
Quick! Put it back under!
Nurse, I want something for my pain.
Give me...
Shock.
Doctor,
Mr. Housner, Major,
my office, 2 hours.
Mrs. Barham.
Oh.
I was just coming to see you.
Well, the General's called a briefing.
Could you walk along with me?
I've just been to see Alec.
Oh, no, not that...
Machine.
I won't go near it.
He looked very natural.
All the pain lines were smoothed out.
The way he used to look.
I'm sorry.
Why should you be?
Well, it's awkward.
Do I offer my sympathy or...
As far as I'm concerned, Alec is dead.
Whatever they've got in there...
That whatever...
It's not right, Major. It's not right.
On the other hand,
future generations may all be hybrids:
Half machine, half human.
Last week you agreed with me,
for different reasons, you said.
Yes.
Well, I... I wasn't satisfied with...
I... I didn't think it would work.
Were you right?
Has it worked?
It's too soon to tell.
That's what the briefing's about.
All right.
I'll wait.
Mrs. Barham,
I have no idea how long this will take.
I'm a patient woman, Major.
Gentlemen, all I'm asking for
is a critical evaluation.
Major, you're late.
Mrs. Barham is on the base, sir.
Oh, I see.
All right, doctor.
There's no question
that the brain is experiencing pain reactions.
Wave patterns indicate that.
So did Colonel Barham.
But only in the man's encephalon.
In my opinion, General, it's illusionary.
Psychosomatic, in a sense.
Doctor, I'm a soldier.
Don't give me all that technical gobbledygook.
Major?
I think what Dr. Rahm is saying is
that the motor stations are still receiving stimuli.
A common parallel would be a patient insisting he has pain in his toes
long after that leg had been amputated.
Sensation disappears in time.
Psychiatric treatment might speed it up.
Do you agree?
Well, in normal circumstances, yes.
The circumstances are unique.
The genius of Dr. Rahm and the one brain in the world
perfectly suited to our needs at the same time.
It will never happen again.
That's no guarantee of success.
Major McKinnon...
You've had a negative attitude from the start.
Now, what in the world is bothering you?
General...
The human brain is an intricate mechanism.
It responds to instinctual drives
which are adjusted or censored by the conscious mind.
Discipline, that's all.
Well, call it what you like, sir.
It's the difference between a civilized man and a savage.
My point is that this inhibiting force
is partially connected with the body.
With the development of physical identity
and physical needs and satisfactions,
and, yes, disappointments.
The brain still sees and hears.
But it's been deprived of taste, touch, smell,
vibration, heat and cold.
It's already manifesting hallucinatory tendencies.
What other abnormal behaviors may develop?
Well, suppose you tell us.
Sir, I can't. I don't know.
Subconscious drives may be released.
The discipline could simply collapse.
And for someone who's an egocentric,
it wouldn't take much to do it!
No. In my opinion,
Colonel Barham was the wrong choice for this experiment.
He was the only choice!
Then we should have waited!
We couldn't wait, Major. We're in a race.
We have to gamble to gain a year or 2.
We must succeed with this brain.
And that, Major, is your assignment.
I don't know, Major, I'm getting a better reading, now.
And he says the pain isn't so bad.
He's been awake?
Yeah, talking his head off.
Well, you know what I mean.
Who authorized this?
Nobody. I didn't turn up the juice.
He just came out of it by himself.
Don't ask me to explain it, Major,
but... but this clock reads 10 micros above the input.
Now, I've checked all the circuits.
He's not getting it from outside.
Major.
It can hear us, you know.
Has Dr. Rahm been informed?
I'm waiting for him to call back.
Been going up steadily in the last hour.
At this rate it will operate on its own power by morning.
When did Dr. Rahm figure this would happen?
Oh, a minimum of 10 days.
Major, how many micros do you think it will go up?
I have no idea. Why?
Just wondering.
Colonel Barham?
Can you hear me?
Loud and clear, Major.
How do you feel?
Isn't that a non-technical question?
I don't feel at all, I just think.
You complained earlier of severe pain.
All imagination.
As a psychiatrist, you ought to know about that.
As long as you understand it, there doesn't seem to be any problem.
Problems, Major?
That's only for mortals.
Would you like to discuss yours?
I could help you, you know.
Why don't you tell me all about it?
It's really nothing to be ashamed of.
Just start talking.
It will make you feel much better.
You, uh,
reversed the situation very neatly.
You're closer to the truth than you realize, Major.
Think about it.
I certainly will.
Good night.
Wait.
Has Jennifer been told?
Yes.
She's here now making the...
The arrangements.
Tell her to visit me.
I don't think that's a...
A good idea.
I didn't ask for opinions, Major.
I got the feeling she'd rather remember you the other way.
She refuses to come?
Yes.
I'm sorry. I... I'll give her any message, but...
Well...
Once she's had a chance to adjust.
Nichols?
Right here.
Close the door, Nichols.
Close it!
Just take it easy.
Is there a guard outside?
Yes.
Come closer.
Mrs. Barham refused to come here, you heard that?
Answer me!
Yes!
Yes, I heard.
Get her to me, Nichols.
I don't know where she is.
Do as you're told!
She's on the base. Find her and bring her here.
Don't argue with her, just bring her.
Look, I can't do that!
But I'll get Dr. Rahm.
I don't know why you're upset, Major.
How can you consider the progress as anything but encouraging?
Because there are indications that the brain is becoming disassociated.
Oh.
And what form is it taking?
Delusions of grandeur, for one.
Delusions, Major?
Colonel Barham has achieved grandeur.
But we'll watch him. We'll watch it closely.
Major?
Oh, I'm sorry, I thought it...
What is it? What do you want?
Leave me alone!
Help!
Jennifer. Jennifer, are you hurt?
Did he hurt you?
No! No!
Oh, Major!
Nichols?
Mrs. Barham, what in the world happened?
I don't know!
He was like a maniac!
There. It's all right. It's all right.
I want Dr. Rahm to look at you.
This is Major McKinnon, get me the O.D., fast!
And page Dr. Rahm.
Well, I can't understand Nichols.
He's always been a steady citizen.
A wife and 2 children.
Don't you test these people?
Nichols' profile shows no aberrant tendencies, sir.
Is she all right?
Nothing but shock. I gave her a sedative.
A day in bed and she'll be fine.
Well, keep her here as long as necessary
and give her anything she wants.
Now, what about Nichols?
A little groggy, yet.
What did you hit him with?
Just my fist.
Did he give you any explanation?
No, uh, claims he can't remember a thing.
I don't think he believes he did it.
Well, he had to be drunk. There's no other explanation.
Well, then, Major McKinnon's going to have to find one,
Nichols hadn't had a drink.
Doctor, how's the brain?
You'd called me before I finished my examination. Why?
If you're going back to the laboratory now,
I'd like to come along.
All right.
Will you excuse me?
Certainly.
How do I check out, doctor?
Green board.
Do you have any complaints?
None. I'm satisfied.
Then we can soon begin our training period.
Yes.
Yes, I'll tell Housner he can set it up at any time.
Major.
Well, Major,
it looks like the project is going better than we hoped.
Has anyone told you what happened to Jennifer?
No. I've changed my mind about having her come to see me.
It's not important.
She was attacked by ed Nichols.
Why tell me?
There's nothing I can do about her now.
A vindictive whim, Colonel,
or some uncontrollable impulse?
If I had no control over my impulses, Major,
you'd be in serious trouble.
Aren't you even concerned about her condition?
From now on I'm concerned with the success of this project,
and you'll either help me or get out of the way.
Do you read me, Major?
If it becomes necessary, I will remove you.
Mrs. Barham, these questions may seem rather strange,
but they could help fill in some gaps.
You know, I have only a splintered recollection of last night,
but at a point I was certain you called me Jennifer.
That was pretty familiar of me, wasn't it?
Yes. Especially since I don't know your name.
Douglas.
Major Douglas McKinnon. It suits you.
Are you trying to avoid my questions?
Yes.
I've had enough horror for a while.
Why did your marriage break up?
Alec was...
Well, there were other women.
He honestly thought that...
The rules didn't apply to him.
Last night, it wanted to see you.
When I said I didn't think you'd come, it became very disturbed.
Only a few minutes later, Nichols went berserk.
You make that sound as if there's a connection.
I think there is.
The brain sent that man after me?
I'm sorry, but for your own protection I thought you should know.
But I can't believe it!
How can you make somebody do a thing like that?
Do you feel well enough to go home?
Well, yes, of course...
Why, Douglas?
Is... that brain going to turn on me again?
I think it's outgrown petty emotions.
It seems to have moved on into a...
What we call a cosmic state. But...
That could be worse.
I'll make all the arrangements.
Do you have to leave now?
Yes. They're giving the, uh, the brain its first test.
If there are any developments I'll let you know.
Thank you, Douglas.
Problems, Major?
Going to change the problem again?
What for?
Do you have any doubt if the brain's adjusting to it?
None at all.
Again my congratulations.
An amazing performance.
The brain deserves all the credit.
I expected it to require weeks of training.
It puts the program far ahead of schedule.
There's no question of success now.
You were about to object, Major?
I'd like to ask Dr. Rahm if there's been any physiological changes?
I assume you read the technician's morning report?
Yes, I did.
It noted the presence of additional matter in the jar.
What is it?
Apparently, the brain grows when its no longer confined.
Time's up.
Well, Major?
Is the intercom off, Mr. Housner?
Yes.
In my opinion, the brain has developed a sense of omnipotence.
It can hardly be blamed for considering itself superior.
It is superior.
Yes, and paranoid.
Nonsense.
I think it has a messianic complex, which when rejected,
turns itself to destructiveness, as you know, doctor.
Major, do you have evidence of this?
I'm convinced it was responsible
for Nichols' attack on Mrs. Barham.
Mrs. Barham refused to see him as he is now.
It infuriated him.
But how?
I'm not certain, sir, but hypnotism possibly.
Don't forget, General, this brain has to meet none of the normal demands.
It can concentrate its full powers on a single idea.
When I talked to it, I felt a definite sense of being dominated.
Now, you're transforming it into a Svengali.
Any transformation can be credited to you, doctor.
Now, gentlemen...
I'm sorry, doctor.
I didn't mean to attack you. You've a achieved an astounding success.
Which you're trying to destroy.
I believe the experiment should be terminated!
A work to which I've devoted more years than you've been alive!
Such insolence could only come from a juvenile.
Or a charlatan.
Now, doctor!
Excuse me, gentlemen, I have my project to take care of!
Is anything wrong, doctor?
No. No. Everything looks extremely good.
Do you have any problems?
None at all.
I've never felt better. Why, shouldn't I?
Well, to be honest with you there have been some new developments.
Anything to worry about?
I don't know, really.
You seem to be developing new tissue.
First, I thought it was only distortion,
but now it looks like enlargement of the brain.
Leave it there. That's the way my brain grows.
That was my own conclusion, Alec, but how do you know it?
I sensed it.
That's the only way I can explain it.
You have to get a larger container.
Not glass, it's too easily broken.
That's a very good idea. I'll do it.
There's another problem.
What is it?
Major McKinnon.
You had a quarrel with him, didn't you?
Well...
Yes, there was a professional difference of opinion.
What is his opinion, doctor?
He believes this project should be abandoned.
He's a dangerous man. He'll have to be removed.
I'll demand that General Pettit transfer him from the base.
A transfer won't silence him, doctor.
I think you'd better kill him.
I don't think we need do anything that drastic.
Unless my quarters have been cleaned up,
there's an automatic in the top drawer.
That's enough. I don't want anymore of that talk.
You're getting yourself all worked up.
Just look at that stylus.
Now, you just quiet down.
Don't talk to me like that, doctor! I gave you an order.
I expect you to carry it out immediately!
I'm beginning to think McKinnon was right.
You are deranged.
Oh, I was on my way to your office, doctor. I'm going... doctor?
What's the matter with him?
Well, he's a scientist, Mrs. Barham,
they walk around in a daze most of the time.
Didn't you see his eyes? That's the way he looked last night.
Who?
That man, Nichols.
He had that same frozen, glassy stare.
Well, I'm sure you're mistaken.
No, there's something wrong! I know it.
Well, maybe I better have a word with him. Wait here, please.
Yes? What is it?
Major? Major McKinnon?
It's all right.
Were you hit?
It's... it's all right.
He... he missed me.
Wait a minute, are you sure?
Yeah.
You know something,
he thinks he knows all about the human brain.
All about it.
Has everybody gone crazy or is it just me?
Mark, are you seriously trying to tell me
that Dr. Rahm tried to shoot Major McKinnon?
He fired the full clip at 6 paces, sir.
And never hit the target once? That's impossible.
I don't know how he missed the first shot, sir,
but after that I was under my desk.
Well, Major, I'm very glad you weren't hurt.
But that doesn't explain it.
We don't exactly know why Nichols attacked Mrs. Barham, either.
Don't forget, Major, you attacked Dr. Rahm's professional integrity.
Well, I'm sure he wasn't that deeply hurt, and besides, McKinnon apologized.
He's an old man with pride.
Well, what's his explanation?
He denies doing it at all.
Well, you saw the whole thing.
Yes, sir, I disarmed him.
General, when Dr. Rahm left the control booth,
it was to take the brain back to the laboratory.
Well, he must have...
He, uh, he must have come directly from there to my office.
Sir, I think you should talk to Mrs. Barham.
Mrs. Barham, why?
Well, she's the one who alerted me to follow Dr. Rahm.
She said he was acting like Nichols last night.
Lord, is it possible?
No, I protest!
Even if we agree that the brain hated Major McKinnon,
even if it could direct someone to shoot him,
it would never be Rahm.
The brain needs Dr. Rahm.
I don't believe that thing needs anybody now.
But we need it!
An egomaniac that thinks it's a god?
Gentlemen! Gentlemen! We'll get no where bickering.
Where's Mrs. Barham now?
Well, I can't say for sure, sir, I left her in the corridor.
Find her.
Yes, sir.
And we'll pay Colonel Barham a visit.
Stay a while, Jennifer.
You'll soon get used to me.
You turned that man against me, didn't you?
You mustn't believe everything McKinnon tells you.
Is it true he was shot?
It wouldn't surprise me. He was becoming a nuisance.
The world can't be made over just for you.
Unless you stop, they'll destroy you.
Destroy me?
They wouldn't even if they could. You'll see.
I hear them coming now. Sit down, Jennifer.
I'll decide what to do about you later.
Mrs. Barham, we've been looking for you.
What's on your mind, General?
Major McKinnon claims that you directed Dr. Rahm to shoot him.
And Nichols to assault your wife.
Now what about it?
It doesn't look to me as if anyone shot him.
Shot at. Your zombie failed.
Either the Major is badly confused or his jealousy is getting out of hand.
Jealousy?
Didn't you know? He's in love with my wife.
Who has old-fashioned ideas about divorce.
The only way out is to get rid of me.
Hasn't he recommended I be terminated?
Yes.
But not for the reasons you suggest.
Then why, Major?
Because the experiment has failed.
Because, god help us, we've turned you into a monster.
All right! All right! That's enough.
I'll handle this, General.
You were lucky once, McKinnon, but don't take it too big,
I can wipe you out any time I choose.
I said that's enough!
What would you like me to do? Come to attention? Salute?
I'm no longer under you're command, Pettit.
In fact, you'd better start learning to take orders from me!
Do you have any doubts now, sir?
It doesn't matter.
Only the project is important.
All right, gentlemen.
Jennifer?
Stay where you are, Jennifer!
Project's canceled!
I want this thing disconnected.
Jennifer.
Stop him!
Jennifer's still in there.
Major, you'll never get her out that way.
There's no question about it, Housner, it's got to be destroyed!
You can't destroy it! For the sake of science, you must find a way to keep it!
It won't work. The brain will deal only on its own terms!
Then cut off all the power.
Don't you understand? It creates its own power!
We'll have to blast it out!
What about Mrs. Barham?
Jennifer?
Yes.
Don't be foolish, Jennifer.
Somebody's got to go in there!
And be electrocuted?
Some kind of insulation!
No. Let's see what we can do through the window first.
Sergeant, come with me.
Are you all right?
Yes.
Come on.
Can you see them, sir?
No. But I can see the machine.
I wonder what would happen if I put a bullet through it.
I don't know, sir. It could turn loose all that energy.
Housner would know. Where is he?
Still outside that room. Shall I get him, sir?
No. Get me a rifle.
Yes, sir.
Jennifer, you're making a lot of trouble.
It's not like you.
Talk to him.
And you, Major, you're exciting your patient.
Very bad.
How much longer is this madness going on?
What are you trying to do?
Make them face the facts.
I'm in no hurry.
They've only got a few years to live.
Of course, you may get hungry,
but I can wait.
Stay close.
It wasn't Alec.
Whatever was in there,
it wasn't Alec.
Yes, I know.
Colonel Barham died on the operating table.
Progress goes on.
One experiment fails,
but even out of failure valuable lessons are learned.
A way will be found some day, some how.
It always is.
We now return control of your television set to you.
Until next week, at this same time,
when the control voice will take you to.
The outer limits.