The Outer Limits

Night comes too soon on the battlefield.

For some men it comes permanently,

their eyes never open to the light of day.

But for this man, fighting this war,

there is never total darkness.

The spidery beams of light in the sky.

Are the descendents of the modern laser beam,

heat rays that sear through tungsten steel and flesh.

As though they were cheesecloth.

And this soldier must go against those weapons.

His name is Quarlo,

and he is a foot soldier,

the ultimate infantryman.

Trained from birth by the state,

he has never known love,

or closeness,

or warmth.

He is geared for only one purpose:

To kill the enemy.

And the enemy waits for him.

Find your enemy.

Attack.

Kill.

Attack.

Kill.

Attack.

Kill.

Kill.

Kill.

Kill.

There is nothing wrong with your television set.

Do not attempt to adjust the picture.

We are controlling transmission.

We will control the horizontal.

We will control the vertical.

We can change the focus to a soft blur,

or sharpen it to crystal clarity.

For the next hour, sit quietly.

And we will control all that you see and hear.

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...

The outer limits.

He's killed him! He's killed him!

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

Time is fluid,

the waters of forever close,

and passage may not be completed.

The present and the future are, for a moment, united.

And the enemy...

Half today, half tomorrow...

Is locked between.

Find the enemy.

Find the enemy.

Attack!

Attack!

Attack!

Mr. Tanner?

I'm Tom Kagan.

I was sent over by the local office of the bureau.

I'm a philologist.

A philologist?

Yes, that's right.

A language expert.

I read your report.

It seems that the man is talking some

strange sort of dialect.

They decided that I was the man to unravel it for you.

You've gotta be kidding.

Right? You're putting me on, huh?

Now, just what does that mean?

I'll tell you what that means, friend.

Any moment now, something is going to be arriving

that is guaranteed to stand your hair on end.

It took 6 beefy men to put him into the 2 straitjackets

he's wearing, and they send down a philologist.

Well, I do know a little karate.

Oh, say, Kagan, you're a real knee-slapper.

I guess I didn't make my report strong enough, huh?

No, I don't think you did.

What makes him takeoff like that?

It's the elevator.

You'd better have them shut it off.

What for?

Sharp sounds drive him wild.

Apparently, his hearing is on a much more sensitive threshold than ours.

You know that helmet you showed me?

It had built-in sound baffles to deaden outside noises.

So, we'll give him back the helmet.

No, I wouldn't do that if I were you.

What harm could it do?

Well, that's the point.

I don't know.

Well...

I'm glad to see you have some doubts.

Here, want a stick of gum?

Thanks.

You know, those scars...

They're radiation burns, I'd say, but,

then, you can't tell. That's outside my field.

Radiation, all right.

Medical institute had him for 5 days.

But it's outside their field, too.

Whatever caused those burns,

we haven't seen anything like it around here.

Oh, he's shouting something!

Hit that switch.

All right, cut it.

It's the same speech, over and over.

It's all he ever says.

There is something familiar about it, but I...

Can't place the idiom.

Well, have you been able to make anything out of the tapes?

No, random sounds, mostly.

Anger, frenzy...

A few word groupings that I can't decide from...

No, taking tapes of his mumblings doesn't help me.

I've got to go down in there with him.

Oh, now,

wait just a second, friend.

Have you lost your mind?

That's not just some ordinary psycho down there,

that's the most dangerous piece of equipment I've ever seen.

He'll take you and tear along the dotted line.

That man is something that we have never seen before.

He's from somewhere or...

Somewhen that's completely outside our knowledge.

He's a walking challenge!

He's a walking bomb!

Do I get the permission?

Not a chance.

Well, can I...

Try to persuade you, logically?

Uh...

Uh...

Kagan.

Kagan.

You?

Ka-gan.

Kagan.

You?

Oh, come on, man, confounded...

Ka-

gan.

Kagan.

You?

Name's Quarlo...

Klobrigny.

Prite!

R- m-e-n-t-n-d-o.

Well...

Brother,

you can say that again.

Name's Quarlo Klobrigny. Prite.

R- m-e-n-t-n-d-o.

Name's Quarlo Klobrigny. Prite.

R- m-e-n-t-n-d-o.

Name's Quarlo Klobrigny. Prite.

R- m-e-n-t-n-d-o.

Well?

Well, what?

7 days, and you ask me, "well, what?"

He's a soldier.

Any more late bulletins?

I spent 3 years in the rangers, Kagan.

I know a soldier when I see one.

No, I mean, he is really a soldier.

There's nothing about him that's not a soldier.

He's the perfect, ultimate infantryman.

I don't think he knows anything else.

What makes you think that?

You know that gibberish he's been spelling?

Which is?

It's English.

English?

Aw, c'mon, Kagan.

The guy's obviously a foreigner of some kind.

That's the wrong word. Not "foreigner."

Try "alien."

Alien?

From another planet?

Now, wait a minute.

You're rushing me.

The department wants facts.

They've got men lined up, just waiting for a crack at him.

Sociologists, philosophers,

physicists.

They feel you've had him long enough.

All right,

you tell them not to press me!

You tell them I'm just beginning to break through.

But he has to trust me implicitly first.

Just one slip and we lose the whole game.

Hey, hey, hey...

Take it easy, Tom.

Well...

I guess I'm just bushed.