All language subtitles for The.Outer.Limits.1963.S01E07.1080p.BluRay.X264-iNGOT

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You are about to participate
in a great adventure.

You are about to experience
the awe and mystery

which reaches from
the inner mind to...

In this room,
24 hours a day,

7 days a week,

security personnel
at the defense department's

Cypress Hills
research center

keep constant watch
on its scientists

through O.B.I.T.,

a mysterious
electronic device

whose very existence
was carefully kept

from the public at large.

And so it would
have remained,

but for the facts you
are about to witness.

Tell me about Norton.

If his father hadn't been
on the board of trustees,

they would have
literally tossed him

out of grad school.

Now he's the head of
my bio-chemical project.

He doesn't know
the difference between

a periodic table
and a timetable.

Code I3b4d.

Dr. Anderson.

Derogatory remarks
against superior.

12th occurrence.

Sight of image on screen.

Checking resolution,
circuitry,

and video self-control.

Senator Orville,
Mr. Lomax.

Nice meeting you,
Mr. Lomax.

An honor, Senator.

Are the witnesses
all assembled?

Yes, sir.

I don't
quite understand

the purpose of
this investigation.

Well, a murder
has been committed.

Well, that's
a police matter.

To drag the senate and
Washington down here?

Take it easy,
Mr. Lomax.

The Senator isn't here
to hurt your project.

Oh, I understand
your concern, Mr. Lomax,

but you must realize
that, well,

since captain Harrison's
death, we have received

all kinds of letters
concerning

the morale situation
at this base.

Now, Cypress Hills is
one of our top secret

defense installations.

Now, we know
that murders can occur

in soda fountains, uh,
paper box factories,

even ladies tea rooms,

as can
morale situations.

But when a key center of
the defense department

is spotlighted
in sordid headlines,

well, the public is
justifiably concerned,

and I intend to get
to the bottom of it.

But I assure you,
Mr. Lomax,

that I will conduct
my investigation

as briefly and
as cleanly as possible,

in the interest
of all concerned.

Now, if you gentlemen
will excuse me,

I believe we're delaying
the proceedings.

Barbara, not now.

They haven't called you
yet to testify.

You may be spared
the embarrassment.

But it's important
that I go in there...

Witnesses will be
making insinuations

about you
and your husband

to hear him
publicly discredited.

But that's why.

I feel I owe it
to cliff.

No.

You don't owe him
anything.

Not anymore.

You owe me...

A little self-concern.

Just... just keep on
trusting me.

Mr. Clyde Wyatt?

Would you take
the stand, please?

Mr. Wyatt, what is
your occupation?

Investigator, C.I.D.

And you conducted
the inquiry

into captain James Harrison's
demise?

Yes, sir.

And the body was found
in this room?

Yes.

Where?

Slumped over
that machine.

What kind
of machine is it?

It's, uh...

It's a computer used

to process
security data.

And the victim was
operating it at the time?

Yes, he was.

Well, now,
you examined the body.

What were your findings?

Well, we know that
the cause of death

was strangulation
committed

by an unusually
strong person.

Unusually strong?

The marks
at the throat, sir,

the way the bone
was literally crushed

at the base
of the skull,

I never saw
anything like it.

I see.

In your opinion,
Mr. Wyatt,

would you say that
a blunt instrument

could have been used?

No. There were
no other bruises

beyond finger marks.

How long
have you been here

in Cypress Hills,
Mr. Wyatt?

About 5 days.

Well, now, would you say
that the center

was a reasonably contented,
peaceful place?

I was investigating
a murder, sir,

so that took
all my time.

Well, now, that
wasn't very responsive.

Well, I don't know

what you want
to know.

Well, let me
put it this way.

You wouldn't say
that the morale

at Cypress Hills
was any lower

than any other installation

with the same sort
of personnel?

I'm not competent
to say so.

I'm really not.

Thank you, Mr. Wyatt.
You may go.

A murder
at a defense installation

such as Cypress Hills

cannot be construed

as a random...

If captain Harrison's murder
was an act

of private passion

or a crime
of personal revenge,

then it becomes necessary
to understand exactly

what relation that passion
or that revenge had

to the psychological climate
of Cypress.

Now the press has seen to it
that rumors

of distinct and distressing
morale problems of Cypress

have been brought
to the attention

of all and sundry.

Well, I cannot,

nor do I wish to,

ignore those rumors.

And in the interest
of exploding

or verifying them

or perhaps
even compounding them,

I find it necessary

to investigate certain
otherwise irreproachable

members of Cypress research.

Call Dr. Philip Fletcher,
please.

Do you recognize
this letter, doctor?

You will have
to reply aloud, doctor.

The stenographer
has to hear you.

Oh, yes.

Uh, I wrote it
to your office.

I now will regret
that I did so.

May I ask why, sir?

Well, I...

I'm not a complaining
sort of a person.

I try not to be.

No one threatened you

or reprimanded you
for writing to my office?

No.

How long have you been
employed by Cypress Hills?

5 years.

And in what capacity?

Research consultant
in astrophysics.

It says here
that you were...

Awakened
by military policeman

and taken out
of your quarters

and taken
to security headquarters.

Yes.

What prompted that?
Do you know, doctor?

I had written
some letters.

To who?

No one.

No one?

I mean,
I...

I never mailed them.

Oh, please, please,

I don't want
to tell you.

I didn't want
to tell them, but...

They wouldn't take
no for an answer.

They kept after me
and after me:

Why did I write
those letters?

And then tear them up
and burn them?

Why did I write
in the dead of night?

With the curtains drawn?

Well, how could
anyone ever know

you wrote
those letters, doctor?

They know.

They know everything.

They know what you
say in your sleep,

in your bathroom.

And everywhere
rumors, fears.

Cypress Hills is
just like a ghost town.

People whisper
in their own houses.

Husbands discuss
their wives,

and...

Nobody laughs.

Is there any connection

between these letters
you mentioned

and the death
of captain Harrison?

They have nothing
to do with it.

About these letters,
doctor,

I must ask you to explain.

I have
a terminal illness.

When it's very painful,

I want to have
at my side someone...

Who is close to me.

I wrote those letters

to my son
in Philadelphia.

He's a wonderful boy,
but...

He's married,

he has 2 children.

To disrupt his life,
his home,

to come and hold
an old man's hand...

After the pain lets up,

I always destroy
those letters.

Thank you, doctor.

You may go.

Call Dr. Clifford Scott.

Uh, Senator...

Yes?

Um...

Dr. Scott is,
um, not here.

He was called.

He was, Senator.

He's, uh, unable
to attend.

He's unavailable.

Dr. Clifford Scott,

head of the Cypress Hills
research center,

is unavailable.

Well, now, I wish
you'd tell me why.

He's suffering
a physical breakdown.

As acting head
of the center,

I'll gladly answer
all questions

in the doctor's absence.

Is Mrs. Clifford Scott
present?

She's right outside.
Perhaps we sh...

One moment.

We had planned

on calling on you
later, Mr. Lomax,

but since we've more
or less begun...

Would you mind
taking the stand?

No, not at all, Senator.

How long have you been
at the center, Mr. Lomax?

A little
over a year.

Mm-hmm. How would you
describe

the morale situation here?

Oh, neither
better nor worse

than we anticipated.

Now, that seems to be
a discrepancy

between Dr. Fletcher's
ghost town testimony

and your statement.

How do you account
for that?

Scientists are
likely to be

withdrawn, introspective
individuals

with a great deal
of inner tension.

The center's
composed

almost exclusively
of such men.

Those words describe
almost exactly

my initial reaction
to the morale rumors.

And I was, uh,
sorely tempted

to credit that reaction.

But a Senator must learn

not to be impulsive.

That is, until he has
all the statistics.

Thank you.

That's a sound, uh...

Scientific approach.

I have here the war department's
statistical report

on your center.

About your, uh,
social problems.

Your functions,

golf tournaments,
and, uh...

Barbecues, dances.

All went
virtually unattended.

As with any, uh,
small group

in confined
surroundings,

these social affairs
tend to start out

with a great deal
of zest and enthusiasm

and then run down.

Well, now, that seems

to be a gross understatement,
Mr. Lomax.

The divorce rate
went up 400%,

alcoholism became
a major problem,

and, uh, there were
3 suicides at the center.

Now, remember,

we're dealing
with people

who are hard-driving,
fantastic perfectionists

who live
on a veritable razor's edge.

Now, about
that unfortunate homicide.

Captain Harrison
was operating that machine,

a, um...

Data processing computer,

I believe that's
what it's called?

That's correct, Senator.

We use it regularly
in security procedures.

Well, what is it?

How exactly does it work?

Well, I'm afraid,

Senator, I'm, um...

Not at Liberty
to discuss it.

I have here a, uh...

Letter from
one of your technicians.

A woman.

Uh, do you mind
if I quote?

"There's a bizarre story
going the rounds.

"They say the center
has a peeping-Tom machine

"that follows you
anywhere, anytime,

and sees and hears
everything."

The device
is top-secret.

I am unable
to discuss it.

Colonel Grover, you are
the military liaison officer

of this subcommittee.

I don't care
how you do it,

but I expect to see
that machine

in full operation

first thing
tomorrow morning.

Thank you, Mr. Lomax.
You may step down.

Oh, Senator?

You must have really
put on pressure

to get clearance
from the Pentagon.

I didn't think
any outsider

would get
to see O.B.I.T.

Well, I'm confident
that we will continue

to get the cooperation
of the defense department.

They realize that
the United States senate

has the right
and the duty

to get the facts,

all the facts.

Well, Senator...

Are we going to see
a demonstration

of the peeping Tom?

Do I understand you
correctly?

This machine can
pick up people

anywhere, anytime,

through steel
or concrete walls?

Well, the, uh, density
of the surrounding

has no appreciable effect
on reception.

What do you call it?

O-B-I-T.

Or O.B.I.T.

Actually, uh,

those are initials for

outer band
individuated teletracer.

How does it work?

Well, you see,

um, every living organism
is a transmitter

operating 24 hours a day,

and that, of course,

is true
of human beings, too.

Uh, awake or asleep,

active or passive,
we are each of us

constantly sending out
our particular brain waves,

heart sounds,
respiratory rhythms,

and, uh... well,
like fingerprints,

no 2 human patterns
are, uh, alike.

Well, now, do you
mean to tell me

that you can pick up
anyone's signal at will?

Yes. It's like, uh...

A push-button radio.

You see, once we have
an individual tuned in

and have their
particular wavelength,

it's simply
a matter of, uh...

Hitting
the right buttons and...

Bringing them in.

Who is that?

That's, um,
Ed Wilson,

one of the draftsmen
at Cypress Hills.

He's in Washington
on a particular project.

I knew
his wavelength code.

Suppose you didn't?

Well, I could
still bring him in

on this location finder.

You see,
this dial tells us

where we're picking up
our transmission from.

It's like
a shortwave receiver

that says London,
Moscow,

Washington, Bangkok.

I can turn this dial
to a given location

and pick up signals from

the various persons
there.

And you can do this
anywhere on earth?

Oh, we're limited to
a 500-mile radius now,

but we're working
to extend that limit.

Wouldn't you say,
Mr. Lomax,

that this machine
in large part

was responsible
for the faltering morale

of the research center?

Well, nobody
at the center

was aware of O.B.I.T.'s
existence.

Dr. Fletcher was
pulled in for questioning

on the basis
of the information

you received
on this machine.

No doubt others
were questioned.

People with nothing
to hide

have nothing to fear
from O.B.I.T.

Are you that perfect,
Mr. Lomax?

Well, I'd hate to have
that thing trained on me

when I was cussing out
fellow Senators

or the president
of the United States

or my former law partner,

to say nothing
of my wife.

That will be all,
Mr. Lomax.

Oh, just a moment.

Are you the inventor
of O.B.I.T.?

Oh, no, Senator.

I was assigned
to operate it

and tabulate
statistics.

By whom?

Well,
the defense department.

Thank you.

Colonel Grover, will you
please take the chair?

Colonel Grover, why weren't
the American people notified

of the existence
of this equipment?

Well, let me say

that the intelligence
community

must of necessity employ
many secret devices.

And who authorized
its acceptance and purchase?

Well, the head of G-2
signed the papers.

But, of course,
hundreds of items

cross his desk daily,

and I'm certain he never
got a proper picture

of this machine
any more than I did.

He merely signed
the papers.

Well, now,
who wrote the papers

that the head of G-2
merely signed?

We haven't been able
to find him.

Who manufactures it?

Heh. A company that's
since gone out of business.

Colonel, if this
is the old badger game

and if your department

is knowingly
concealing information

from the Senatorial
investigation...

I assure you, Senator,

we're as much
in the dark as you are.

Colonel, I want
every available record

on that machine,
and I want them quickly!

Is that clear?

That will be all,
Colonel.

Call Mrs. Clifford Scott.

Would you take the chair,
please, Mrs. Scott?

Mrs. Scott...

How would you describe
the morale climate

at Cypress Hills?

Not good.

And, uh, did
this condition prevail

when you and your husband
first moved out here?

Well, it wasn't
until toward the last

that things became
almost unbearable.

And would you attribute it
to that machine?

I didn't know
it existed

until I heard
about it this morning.

And who told you
about it?

Mr. Lomax.

Your husband never
mentioned O.B.I.T. To you?

No. He never spoke
of security matters.

But Mr. Lomax
did this morning?

Senator,

Mrs. Scott was called
as a witness.

She's the wife of the head
of Cypress Hills.

I don't see any harm...

Neither do I.

Mrs. Scott,
it's in the record

that you had filed
for separation

from your husband.

Yes.

But I never
pursued it. I...

I began to see
that he was ill.

And you never
actually separated?

No.

Have you ever visited him
at the rest home?

I don't know
where he is.

We've hunted everywhere
for him, but...

We?

Yes. Mr. Lomax
and I.

We've phoned
and written

and hounded the army.

Maybe he just doesn't
want to see me.

Well, you don't
know that for sure.

No, but...

These past months,

before they
took him away, he...

Please go on.

Well, he...

He imagined things...

About me.

He accused me
of horrible things.

He called me
a monster.

And then
he began to speak

of seeing real monsters.

And finally one night,

he didn't come home,

and they told me

that he had
had a physical breakdown

and that they had
taken him somewhere.

I don't know
what to believe.

Did you locate
Dr. Scott yet?

No, sir.

Why not?

I'd like to take
this matter

up with you
during recess.

Thank you,
Mrs. Scott.

It is not
in the best interests

of the government

for Dr. Scott to attend
these hearings.

Who said so?

Senator,
you have no idea

what you're
opening up.

Well, perhaps you
might enlighten me.

I'm afraid
that's impossible.

Well, are you
trying to tell me

that I can't be trusted
with secret data

and you can?

It's not
a matter of trust.

Well, what is it
a matter of?

Senator,

the storm warnings
are up back home.

You're facing
a very rough election.

Now, I don't think
it would help

if you were
to be charged

with undermining
the security

of your country.

Colonel, I want
to see Scott.

Even at such
a price?

Yes.

Should you make
a moral decision

so abruptly?

Morality makes its own
decisions, Colonel.

I want to see Scott,

and I want
to see him tonight.

I'm sorry, Senator,

but Dr. Scott doesn't
want to see anyone.

Or perhaps it's that

he doesn't want
anyone to see him.

Why is he
in this place, Colonel?

Well, you heard
Mr. Lomax say...

A complete
physical breakdown.

Which is
his very polite way

of saying
that the man is not

in full possession
of his senses.

Yes.

Then can a man who is
considered irrational

be given the right
to decide

as to whether or not
the United States senate

can properly conduct
investigations?

Well, I cannot conduct
this investigation

without all the facts,

and you know this,
Colonel.

And Dr. Scott has
especially pertinent facts

which I need.

Well, if you wanna
take the responsibility

for interrogating
a sick man...

Not interrogation,
Colonel,

just a few questions.

Dr. Scott?

Colonel Grover again.

Dr. Scott?

Come in.

Dr. Scott,
I'm Senator Orville.

I know.

Colonel,
the corridor's drafty.

Please close the door.

Do you know
why I'm here?

Oh, yes.

Do you know why I'm here?

I know
what I've been told.

Don't you believe it?

Doctor, I'm a Senator,

not a psychiatrist.

You're here
because you belong here,

or you're being held...
I believe the word is

incommunicado.

Either way,
it's a direct result

of the conditions
at Cypress Hills.

A direct result.

When I told them
what I saw,

they got very quiet

and looked at me
with great, quiet eyes.

Quiet can
tell you so much.

Until they looked
at me that way,

I was certain
that I had seen

what I had seen.

Dead certain.

What did you see,
doctor?

Of course, I hadn't.

It was just that...

My life had become
a nightmare,

so naturally I saw
the kind of things

that inhabit
a nightmare world.

Dr. Scott...

I saw a monster.

I saw a monster.

When I told them that.

They got very quiet.

Can you
describe these...

This monstrous thing
you saw?

That's very strange.

You're the first one
who's asked me

to describe it.

Did you see it
on the O.B.I.T. Screen?

Yes.

Is it my imagination,
Senator,

or do you believe me?

I believe you saw
something,

something monstrous.

Why?

Because you
believe it.

Do I?

I think you do.

Of course, I do.

No one has ever been
able to convince me

that I didn't see it.

I wish they could,
but they couldn't

yet you stayed here

and pretended
to agree with them.

I'm out of it now.
I'm away from it.

I just want
to forget it.

Doctor, I'd like you
to return with us

to Cypress Hills.

I'd like to question
you on the stand.

Oh, no.

I need your help, doctor.

Everybody at Cypress Hills
needs your help.

Not everybody.

Now, if you're
referring to your wife,

you're wrong, doctor.

She needs
your help, too.

I'm not referring
to my wife.

Someone else there
who doesn't want me

to say anything more
than I've already said,

who'd be perfectly
willing to kill me

rather than let me talk.

Why do you think
I'm willing to stay here?

Because I'm safe.

As long as I'm insane,
I'm safe.

It's a pretty lousy way
to live, isn't it, doctor?

I hope that you believe
in nightmares, Senator.

Well, I phoned
several times,

but they won't
let me talk to him.

They said
that Senator Orville

hasn't been
at the rest home

and hasn't
seen my husband.

Why do you keep asking?

Sometimes I...

I feel that you don't
care about me at all

and that you're using me
in some odd way.

I'm sorry, Byron,
I do know better,

only sometimes I...

All right, Byron.

Will you call me
if you hear anything?

I couldn't get
anything out of her.

If Orville's found Scott,

he's keeping him
out of range.

Something far more worrisome
than Scott has come up.

A night watchman
at the center,

Armand Younger.

He saw me?

He claims he saw someone

inside the restricted zone
of the center.

Never gave it much thought

till he read
about the investigation.

He offered to testify.

But if he saw me,
I haven't a...

Not your face.

He claims he saw
the killer from the back

as he left
the murder scene.

He mentioned
a peculiar walk

he's certain
he could identify.

Where is he now?

He's still
in his apartment.

1708 west Holton street,
apartment 12.

Have you what you
need this time?

I won't be taken
by surprise again.

Mr. Younger,
it's Senator Orville.

You'll have to sign
some documents

before you can appear.

Put that thing down!

Who are you?!

Call Armand Younger.

Uh, Senator...

He isn't here.

Where is he?

We don't know.

You don't know?!

Well, he isn't
in his apartment.

He may have gone off
on a binge

or run away somewhere,
I can't say,

but we're looking for him.

Colonel Grover,
will you please

take the stand?

Colonel Grover,
I assume you have a record

of the number
of O.B.I.T. Machines

in use at the present time.

Yes, an instillation
check has revealed

that there are
18 O.B.I.T.s

in use on our
military bases,

and we've discovered
that these machines

are also
being employed

in civilian life.

Well, how is that possible?
They're top secret.

I don't know, sir.

Are they used
in industry?

Industry, education,

communication networks,
all over the country.

It's like
a debilitating disease.

Now, surely there...
There must be a record

of the total number
of machines installed?

There are no records.

None at all?

It's awful. Awful!

I feel responsible.
I should've spoken out.

Weren't you in favor
of O.B.I.T.?

I was at first,

but I was wrong.

It's the most hideous
creation ever conceived.

No one can laugh or joke.

It watches.

It saps the very spirit.

And the worst thing
of all is...

I watch it.

I can't not look.

It's like a drug,

a horrible drug.
You can't resist it.

It's an addiction.

What Colonel Grover has done
is a very brave thing.

Addiction to any form
of deadliness is

difficult to admit.

In the past 24 hours,
I have learned facts

and seen examples
of this debilitating disease

that's been infesting
this great country of ours.

And I have been advised
to leave it alone,

to drop it.

I have been threatened

with the loss
of political support.

But I just happen to believe
that the people

who entrusted me
with this office

might just like
to know all the facts.

Even the ones
that no human mind

today can explain.

Call Dr. and Mrs. Scott
please.

Mrs. Scott, will you
please be seated?

Dr. Scott, would you
please take the stand?

Doctor, I don't want
to tax your strength,

so if you feel
you need a rest,

let me know and we'll
hold up proceedings.

How long have you
been confined to a rest home?

A month.

And what was the reason
for that confinement?

The doctor said
that I was suffering

complete exhaustion

precipitated
by anxiety.

Now, doctor, during
this period of time,

did you ever suffer
from a lapse of memory

or incoherence
or hallucinations

or any other mental
aberrations of this type

that might tend
to impair your judgment?

No.

Have you ever suffered

from the conditions
I described?

I have not.

Now, doctor, as head

of the Cypress Hill
research center,

can you recall
your reaction

when O.B.I.T. Was
first installed?

I was unalterably
opposed to it.

And did you notify

the defense department
of this?

Yes.

And what did they do?

Nothing.

I got the view
that they thought

that the machine was
highly successful

in eliminating
undesirable elements.

Who told you this?

Mr. Byron Lomax.

What were your feelings
towards Mr. Lomax?

I considered him
highly intelligent.

Very perceptive.

Were your relations
cordial?

No,

but respectful.

Till I found out
what was happening

to the people
at the center.

Friends. Colleagues.

I couldn't bear
to look at the man.

I hated what
he stood for.

Did you continue
your efforts

to have O.B.I.T. Removed?

No.

Why not?

Well...

I was having
what was becoming

a daily argument
with Lomax over O.B.I.T.

He deliberately clicked
on a familiar image

in a bathing suit

lying next
to a young officer.

It was my wife Barbara.

They were at the beach.

It seemed to me

that she was being
overly friendly to this man.

But I realize, now,

she's simply
gregarious by nature,

loves laughter
and friendship

and perhaps even
innocent flirtation,

but at the time
I was convinced

that it was more.

Much more.

And you questioned her
about it?

Relentlessly.

I made her
account to me

for every move
that she made.

I made life
miserable for her.

I even watched her
without her knowing it

on the machine...

Her every gesture
and intonation...

And I would throw it
up to her at night.

I literally drove her
away from me.

Then,
it finally happened.

She was driven
to someone else.

I could see that she was
serious about him,

but I couldn't tell
who he was.

I would sit in front
of the machine

and tune in her image.

I could see her
clear as crystal,

but no matter what
I did,

I couldn't
pick up his image.

He was the one person
on the center

whose image I couldn't
pick up on O.B.I.T.

And you never found out
who this person was?

I found out.

How?

Well, I discovered
who the one person was

on the center
who never appeared

on the screen.

And I found out why.

He had seen to it
that his wavelength was

outside the operating
limits of O.B.I.T.

So, it was impossible
for you to bring in

this person's signal?

I finally did,
accidentally,

by violating the machine's
operating instructions.

The O.B.I.T. Machine was
manned 24 hours a day

by security officers.

How were
you able to use it

to follow
your wife's activities?

I swore captain Harrison
to secrecy

and then I told him
that I have been given

special instructions
to keep certain individuals

under my personal
surveillance.

In other words,
you lied to him?

I lied to him.

Do you have
any idea how

or why captain Harrison
was murdered?

He saw something
on the machine

he was not
supposed to see.

And what was that?

What I saw.

Mr. Lomax...

The machines
are everywhere!

Oh, you'll find them all.
You're a zealous people!

And you'll make a great show
of smashing a few of them,

but for every one
you destroy,

hundreds of others
will be built.

And they'll demoralize you,
break your spirits,

create such rips
and tensions

in your society

that no one will
be able to repair them!

Oh, you're a savage...

Despairing planet.

And when we come
here to live,

you friendless,
demoralized flotsam

will fall without even
a single shot being fired.

Senator, enjoy
the few years left you.

There is no answer.

You're all the same.

Dark, persuasive.
You demand...

Insist on knowing
every private thought

and hunger of everyone.

Your family's,
your neighbor's,

everyone,
but yourselves.

Agents
of the justice department

are rounding up
the machines now,

but these machines,

these inventions
of another planet

have been
cunningly conceived

to play on our
most mortal weakness.

In the last analysis,
dear friends,

whether O.B.I.T. lives up
to its name or not

will depend on you.

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...