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As far back as educated men have recorded their history,

veils have been lowered to disclose a vast new reality.

Rents in the fabric of man's awareness.

And somewhere in the endless search of the curious mind,

lies the next vision,

the next key to his infinite capacity.

All right, there. You!

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.

I've been coroner here for a long time,

but I don't get this one.

It looks like death from suffocation.

Well, how could that be? What could suffocate him?

Well, that's it. There's certainly no sign of struggle.

Well, it may turn out to be something else, of course.

Well, when you get that worked out,

I wish you'd tell me what pulled that door off.

You mean, a person couldn't do it?

I don't think 5 people could do it, maybe not 10.

Then what could it be?

Beats me.

The only thing I can figure is a rope attached to a truck.

Or hydraulic equipment.

There's no way to get a straight pull on a rope.

Hydraulic equipment would leave marks of some kind.

Either where it was anchored or on the door, and there aren't any marks.

I think this covers it.

Oh, thank you.

Hmm.

Nothing seems to be missing but supplies, apparently.

Oh, I'm sorry. This is my brother-in-law,

Dr. Clinton, my associate here.

This is Lt. Branch.

How do you do? Hi.

And Dr. Leland, isn't it?

Yeah. Doctor.

This is all Greek to me, Dr. Wayne.

What are these? Chemicals or drugs or something?

More or less, yes.

You were in charge of that scientific project

when those students and professors were expelled last month

for taking drugs that made them go into trances

and, uh, see visions and so forth?

Your description is what the press made out of that.

And what we had done, lieutenant,

was to establish definitely, for the first time,

through careful experiments,

that man, at present, is using only a fraction

of his brain capacity.

Uh, especially in the field of awareness.

And that certain drugs are powerful devices

for expanding this awareness toward its real possibilities.

But the fact is

that a lot of people were expelled.

Well, hardly a lot.

2 instructors and 4 graduate students.

And they weren't expelled, as you put it.

They wanted to continue experiments outside of our jurisdiction.

So it seemed better to let the instructors take a leave of absence

and suspend the students until everything could be worked out,

as I'm sure it will be.

If you do talk to the press, lieutenant, I...

I hope you don't tie this in with the other,

since there is no connection, of course.

But it does tie in with the other one, doesn't it? The same drugs were stolen.

Oh, no. No. A great many things were stored here.

If you consult the list, lieutenant,

you'll find that the thief took many additional things besides C.E. Substances.

C.E.?

Consciousness expanding.

I'd sure like to talk to those students and professors.

Do you have their names and addresses?

Dr. Clinton will get them for you.

Any of them live in town?

Well, 2 of the students do, I think, and both of the instructors.

As a matter of fact, Harry Akada lives in the same place that I do.

I'll start with prof. Akada.

Oh, it's Mr. Akada, by the way.

He's an instructor, not a professor.

If you come with me.

Pardon me, ma'am?

Yes?

Are you the manager, ma'am?

Yes.

I'm Lt. Branch. Is this Mr. Akada's apartment next door?

Well, that's right.

Is anything wrong?

No, I just wanted to talk to him, and he doesn't answer

and I wondered if you knew where I might find him.

No, I didn't see him go out.

You have a key, don't you?

I have a search warrant.

All right.

Oh, boy.

What is it? What's going on?

Oh, Dr. Clinton, I-it's Mr. Akada.

He's dead.

Just dead, like that.

Dr. Clinton, what are you...

Oh, that's right, this is where you live.

Yes, right over there.

You say, Mr. Akada came in about 9:30.

Do you know whether he was alone or not?

Well, I... I'm not sure.

Try to remember, it's important for us to know.

Well, he could have been or not.

I mean, I think...

Oh, that is, I know I heard voices.

Th-the walls here aren't very thick.

But he still could have been alone...

Talking to himself. He did that sometimes.

Oh.

Well, what is it? What happened to him?

That's what the coroner wants to find out.

So far he hasn't found any indication of cause of death.

We'll have to wait for an autopsy.

I'm sorry, Dr. Clinton. I didn't mean to startle you.

Your landlady said you might be here and there was something...

Well, something I thought you might not remember.

And I didn't want to go to the police.

There's been so much trouble, already.

Well, that's very thoughtful of you, morrow.

It's, uh, bad enough as it is. Why don't you come inside and we'll talk?

Well, no. I'd... I'd rather it was just you.

Do you remember, a couple of months ago, some of us were talking to you?

You know, just speculating, you know.

And Mr. Akada said that

since we know we can expand the consciousness,

if we had the right substance, why not the whole being?

You know, the strength, intelligence,

E.S.P., maybe everything.

Did you try anything along those lines?

Oh, no!

But the possibility crossed my mind, you see,

that Mr. Akada did.

And that he might have made some mistake or something.

Well, I don't see how this could kill him,

but I thought that...

Well, if it could cause death that you'd know.

And if there were any reason to, you could go to the police and, well...

If it ever got out that anyone had even discussed

an idea like this,

it could hurt us immeasurably.

Also, I'm quite sure that no modification of a C.E. Drug

could cause death,

unless you simply added an outright poison.

But I'll certainly remember everything that you told me.

And, uh, thanks.

You're welcome, Dr. Clinton.

Yeah, thanks again.

Hi, Sis.

Anything in the paper?

They're full of it.

I ran into Morrow outside.

Lee Morrow? What did he want?

Oh, he had some wild theory about Akada.

If he did die of a drug or some poison,

the autopsy would disclose that, wouldn't it?

I should think so.

If it's anything at all common, certainly.

You don't think this could be connected with the C.E. Experiment, do you?

Oh, I don't see how it could.

With all respect to Akada, I certainly hope it wasn't.

I can't think of anything that could be worse for us right now.

Hey, wait a minute. What is this?

What's going on here?

No, I don't know what happened.

No, I don't know what caused it.

And no, I was not taking any drugs.

Strange, exotic or otherwise.

Now... now, can we stop going over it?

I'm sorry, Mr. Akada,

but we're just trying to find out what's going on.

That's our business.

Of course, I know that.

But I've told you everything I know.

I ate dinner at Chico's Wednesday night,

I left about 9:00 and I woke up here this morning.

That's all I know.

Now, don't you think I'm a little bit curious, too?

After all, I was the one that was in suspended animation,

or whatever you all called it.

Look, going over it and over it and over it,

is not gonna clarify anything.

OK, thank you.

He's right about the time.

I just talked to the restaurant.

Have you ever known anybody that induced suspended animation?

Or have you read about it, or gone into it at all?

Of course I have.

But that's as far as it goes.

And you're sure that you took no drugs of any kind that day?

That's right. I'm sure.

I took none whatsoever.

Mr. Akada...

I'm still pretty foggy on, uh...

The C.E. Drugs and everything.

What do you mean by expanding consciousness?

Do you see visions?

Perhaps visions are involved,

but it becomes a question, you see, of whether what we see in everyday life

is reality and all of it,

or whether reality is actually

our vastly improved perception

in these so-called visions.

I'm afraid, I still don't get it.

I know it.

Um, let's... let's make a comparison. Not a literal one.

Let's say, you see a leaf falling.

In expanded consciousness,

I see all leaves falling.

In time past...

In time to come...

I... I not only see their origin,

but their development,

their destination,

their continuing,

their ever-changing,

never-ending role in everything.

Can I call my girl?

Um...

Yeah.

Hello, Peter, Roy.

You know Mark, don't you?

Yes. Hello, Mark. Mark.

Lieutenant.

Dr. Wayne.

Sit down, won't you?

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Lt. Branch has a question or 2 he'd like to ask you

before I say anything, so, uh...

Dr. Clinton, where were you Wednesday night?

The reason the lieutenant asks is that.

Mark saw something Wednesday night that...

Why don't you tell them, Mark?

Well, Wednesday night, Dr. Clinton,

I was cutting across the campus and I saw...

Well, it was dark when I saw your face.

It looked like you.

Of course, I couldn't swear to it,

I mean, I didn't actually see you come out of Henry annex, but...

It was at the right time.

Well, I mean, I... I... I know you didn't do anything, Dr. Clinton, but...

I mean, the door and all, how could you?

It's just that, if it was you...

And you could remember something,

it would be helpful.

Well, you did absolutely the right thing, of course, Mark.

You had no way of knowing you were mistaken.

Now, lieutenant...

Yes?

There's something that, um,

well, it may sound fantastic,

but it is possible, so perhaps it should be considered.

What's that, Roy?

Now, this would have been on the front page if it hadn't been for Akada.

Here.

"In Las Vegas last night,

"a player was searched for a hidden computer

"because of the excessive number of his bets.

"Now, they found nothing,

but he won over $2,000 in less than an hour."

So?

And here...

"A man, whose car went off the road and turned over,

"pinning him under it, on the Las Vegas highway,

"reported that a passing motorist stopped,

lifted the car off of him and then went on, saying that he'd get help."

Now, that crap shooter

watched the game for an hour before he made a bet.

And I think he was keeping track, mentally, of every throw.

Computing the possible odds on every bet on that table

as he went along.

And then betting, when those odds gave him the edge.

Now, this is something that only a complex computer could normally handle.

And I think that there's some likelihood

that he, and the man who lifted the car,

and the man who killed our night watchman

are the same person.

Well, it seems far fetched, but I have to admit, it is possible.

Well, if someone has hit on this,

he must be found. We've had one murder,

no telling what will happen next.

Well...

I'll check it out,

that whole Las Vegas bit.

Gentlemen.

I, uh, I better be going, too.

Oh, Mark...

I'm sure you won't discuss what you heard here today with anyone.

No, sir. Absolutely not.

I take it you're both familiar with the name Hart Bellaire.

He's on the board of trustees at the university, isn't he?

He's also a very influential member of a group of 10 men

who are about to donate $3 million to our science department.

During our recent disciplinary problems with your branch, Peter,

he was rather aggressively in favor of doing away with the whole C.E. Project.

I think I told you that.

Yes, sir.

Well...

The president heard from him again this morning.

As a result of everything,

he's now violently insistent upon this.

Now, we may be able to bring him around.

But if we are forced to make a decision between...

$3 million and your project, I think you know what the decision will be.

I just want to give you some advance notice.

Thank you.

Hello?

Oh, Peter, can you come over?

There's something...

Well, something we should talk about.

Well, I could.

I was just leaving for Auburn.

My lawn mower finally conked out entirely.

They're having a sale over there at Ackbar.

Could it wait till this afternoon?

Well, Peter, I don't know, you see, it's something that...

Roy?

Roy?

You OK, Roy?

Oh, I should think it could.

I don't see why not. It's waited this long.

Fine. We'll see you tonight, anyway.

Oh, I guess not. We're going out.

I'll tell you.

I'll stop by on my way back this afternoon, OK?

Sure. Fine.

Oh, sure, that's fine.

Bye.

Hi, Sue.

I'm in Santa Verde now.

The stuff they had at Ackbar was junk,

so I thought I'd come back through here and see what I could find.

Just want to let you know I'd be a little late.

OK, honey. But try not to be too late. We're due at the Walton's at 4:00.

Oh, I'll be home in plenty of time to change.

Well, just don't buy out the hardware store, like you did last Saturday.

OK, sweetheart, I promise, bye-bye.

Floor, please. 19.

Sorry, sir, the 19th floor is private.

You'll have to go through the 18th floor reception offices.

I said the 19th floor.

Yes, sir.

Roy?

I want to see Mr. Belairre.

Great many people want to see Mr. Belairre.

I'm afraid you'll have to go through the 18th floor receptionist.

I want to see Mr. Belairre.

Of course.

He's right in there.

Yes, I've been getting a busy signal.

Would you check that number, please?

That line is out of order, sir.

All right, thank you.

What's the hurry?

I gotta get to the doctor across the street.

What happened?

It's Mr. Belairre.

Looks like he's dead.

That man you took upstairs a few minutes ago...

I didn't take anybody up.

At least not for the last half-hour.

Are you the doctor?

No.

I was wondering...

The man who came up last, would you recognize him again?

I... I don't know what you mean.

There hasn't been anybody up here since before noon.

Roy?

Peter, I'm so glad you're here.

Where have you been?

Just out for a walk.

That is, just now. Before that...

There's something I want to show you.

Where did you get those?

I don't know.

And, Peter, I don't know, I don't really remember

where I was or what I was doing

from 10:00 this morning until about a half an hour ago.

I've a feeling that I was reading and maybe took a nap.

But, you see, I can't remember what I read if anyth...

What's the matter?

Roy,

do you remember being in Santa Verde this afternoon?

No.

I followed somebody into the...

Belairre building there, thinking it was you.

He went up in the elevator.

No one remembered even seeing him.

And, Roy,

Hart Belairre is dead.

Murdered.

What's happening?

Don't you remember anything?

Roy, you've got to try.

I have tried.

Do you think it could be...

That it could have been you...

In Las Vegas, and this afternoon?

Yes.

I'm very much afraid that it was.

Some version of you, at least.

We've got to get to the bottom of this, Roy.

Some way, find out, stop it.

Yeah, we do. This is horrible. If only...

If there is a drug involved, Peter,

there must be something around here to give us a lead.

Formulas, if we search.

Now, you look in here and, uh, I'll look in the kitchen.

Roy.

This must be the formula.

Roy.

Roy.

Ignore what I said before, Peter. I was in a depressive state.

The transition's much quicker this way.

I've never taken 2 so close together before.

But don't worry,

it won't take long for you.

You look puzzled, Peter.

Oh, then you're still playing Peter Wayne.

But don't worry,

it'll all be crystal clear as soon as you've crossed over.

Consciousness expanding.

Properly induced C.E. Will give a subject

full awareness of capabilities never known before.

The night watchman. And Belairre...

You.

No remorse now.

Oh, Belairre was cutting off our funds.

It's too bad about the night watchman.

Wasn't necessary to kill him, as it turned out.

But I wasn't certain about the hypnosis then.

It's not important, though.

Not important...

That you killed a man you didn't have to?

Just a few minutes ago you were deeply concerned.

That was Roy.

Peter, the watchman wasn't going to live forever, you know.

So what difference does it make whether it's 20 minutes or 20 years,

since neither amounts to the faintest echo of the tiniest whisper

in the thunder of time?

Now, let's get on with it.

You must realize that I can't let you leave, as things are now.

In here.

Now, we'll have to start bringing you over,

so we can spend as much time as possible together on this trip.

The doses have been somewhat shorter for me the last time or 2.

Do forgive me, Peter.

One forgets, you see, and it's a constant temptation

to use your full potential.

I have no doubts about you at all, Peter,

once you've crossed over.

With your vast knowledge and physical fitness,

you should end up higher than I on this side.

Also, I'm sure you'll be extremely valuable

in devising techniques for execution.

You have more executions in mind?

Oh, thousands, I'd say.

But don't worry about that. We'll enlist other colleagues, of course,

as many as we need. After meticulous screening, naturally.

Well, now, Peter, if you'll just toss this off, you'll shortly...

It's the manager, Mrs. Merrell, about you.

Peter, if you don't try to communicate with her,

she'll be quite safe, do you understand?

I'll be quiet.

Good.

And, Peter,

don't try to pour out the drink and replace it with water.

I'll know if you do.

Mrs. Merrell.

Yes.

I can't ask you in, I just stepped out of the shower.

What is it?

Uh, well, I've got your sister on my phone.

She said your line kept being busy.

Uh, she thought your phone might be off the hook.

Oh, the phone is on the hook, it must be out of order.

Oh, well, she's wondering I-if Dr. Wayne was here.

Would you please tell her for me that I haven't seen Dr. Wayne.

But I'll have him call her if he shows up.

All right, I'll tell her.

Now then, if you'd care to sample this,

I promise that you will be charmed with its effect.

You may find it slightly reminiscent of cucumbers, in fact.

A characteristic I'm unable to account for at the moment.

But it's not bad at all.

And you'll also find

that it will lead you into a world

whose glory is magnificently beyond anything you've ever known.

I don't want to.

I don't want to do it.

Well, you will next time.

And obviously, you must this time,

since only that will make you an ally.

And I can't let you go free as an enemy, can I?

Mrs. Wayne? Yes.

I'm Lt. Branch. Is, uh, is Dr. Wayne at home?

No, he isn't. Uh, please come in.

Oh, thanks.

Do you have any idea where I might find him?

No, I'm really beginning to get worried.

He was due here hours ago.

Is anything wrong?

Might he be at Dr. Clinton's place?

I called my brother.

Well, thanks, ma'am.

Lieutenant, has anything else happened?

Another murder.

Mr. Belairre.

Oh.

The same modus operandi, suffocation.

Not a single mark on the body.

Do you think...

I'm ready to think anything now, Mrs. Wayne.

I'm going over to your brother's place.

If you hear from your husband, please ask him to get in touch with me immediately.

The first time that I drank the formula,

I picked up a Spanish text I wanted to start on.

And, Peter, I learned Spanish in 2 hours.

And it's so easy

and so much fun to use yourself

that you have to be constantly on guard

against doing things in public that might seem too spectacular.

Physically, as well as mentally.

I can put a skewer through both cheeks

and through both arms, like Hindus, and not one drop of blood...

Up to now, you had no idea of the other you?

You call him Roy.

Oh, I could never let him know about me.

He's too traditionally moralistic, too shallow-thinking.

He'd probably never let me return.

So I had only to direct

that he never remember anything about me,

and give him a post-hypnotic suggestion

for when I wanted him to bring me back, including

a direction to bring me back any time he began to worry about things.

Then this afternoon,

with the elevator man, the receptionist,

you hypnotized them to eliminate you from their memory.

All it takes is a look and a quiet word.

And you don't have to learn it, you know.

Now, Peter, you're going to think of all this as a study in technique.

What technique?

For the executions?

All this contention. You should have responded by now.

Well, we'll just have to increase your dose.

Come on.

But don't you see, you'd be doing exactly what you say you're fighting.

Killing, using force, because you're certain you're right.

But it wouldn't be the same thing,

because we'd be advocating nothing.

Forcing nothing.

There are many strong men in the world today

fighting for tolerance, compassion, wisdom,

for your right to be different, to be wrong even.

They wouldn't be touched,

only the dogmatists, the infallible.

But that's trying to play god.

You just can't do that.

Why not, if god's too busy?

Who's to say that it's not his will, that we're not his agents?

It's Lt. Branch. Come with me.

Open the door and let him in.

And for your own sake, don't try anything.

Dr. Wayne, I had an idea you might be here.

You called your wife? She's kind of worried.

Lieutenant, is there something in your eye?

You look so sleepy.

Yes, you are, aren't you?

You're in a deep... Don't listen to him.

Don't look at him, he'll hypnotize you.

What...

Put up your hands.

I said, put up your hands.

You see, I have an advantage over you.

I don't bleed and you do.

Can you hear me out there?

If you care anything about the lieutenant and Dr. Wayne,

you'd better answer.

Yeah, I... I hear you.

All right.

Just stay there and keep quiet

or they'll both be killed. Do you understand?

Yes, I understand.

Peter, you really complicated things this time,

and I'm very angry.

We're gonna have to take this with us and continue later.

I'm not gonna lose you now.

But where? You've been shot. You can't go any place.

You see any blood?

All right, let's go.

I'll last.

I'll be all right as soon as we get some place where we can make the drinks again.

Let's go.

And, Peter,

don't try anything foolish.

It will involve others, too, you know.

All right.

Hold it.

We're coming out.

If there's a false move from anyone,

both the lieutenant and Dr. Wayne will die instantly,

and that'll be only the beginning.

All right.

Don't worry, Peter. I'm not gonna lose you now.

We're not giving up now.

We have too much to do and it's too important.

Peter.

What have I done?

Well, I couldn't find anything around.

Too bad those bottles in his pocket were broken.

He didn't tell you anything about this drug?

You have no inkling whatever about the formula?

None whatsoever.

Well, it's a shame. Great loss to science.

Yes.

Yes, perhaps it is.

Lieutenant, you'd better get me to a hospital,

this drug is starting to take effect.

Some success, some failure,

but either way, the gnawing hunger to know is never sated,

and the road to the unknown continues to be dark.

And strange.

We now return control of your television set to you.

Until next week, at the same time,

when the control voice will take you to...

The outer limits.