Come in. Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. Welcome
to the world of terrifying imagination. The fear
you can hear. This time a contemporary tale concerning
the ill -fated flight of the first American woman
astronaut. The flight of the Diana 1. A tale
of three astronauts who reached Skylab. only
to be literally snatched into the void. But before
Diana One ever left the ground, the aura of doom
hovered around her as she stood poised on the
launching pad. This is Diana Control. We've been
holding a T -45 minutes while a faulty computer
monitoring the loading of propellant has failed.
This is a scrub. We will set back countdown to
T -13 hours. It's Donald at Capcom. Gordon, do
you read me? I read you. I'm sorry for the bad
news. It's a scrub. Roger. Tell Luke I'm sorry
too. And what do I say to the doctor? Same thing.
Same for all of us on the team. Yeah, but it's
tougher on her. I mean, you know, the disappointment.
First American woman into space and all. I'll
tell her I'll manage it. Don't you worry about
her. Over and out. Roger. Only I do worry. Ships.
Whether they ride on air or water. Just don't
mix with women. Our mystery drama, Out of Sight,
was written especially for the Mystery Theatre
by Ian Martin and stars Julia Mead. It might
have been far better if the scrub on the Diana
1 had been a total. This was only another in
the long series of delays that had plagued the
spaceship and haunted not only the astronauts
themselves, but the ground crew as well. Returning
to the compound from the launching, the most
concerned of all was the first of our lady astronauts.
I don't mind admitting it. What I really feel
like is bursting into tears who doesn't Well,
the difference is you're a man And I'm a woman
no doubt of that Although I must say I go for
you a lot more as you are now than in the spacesuit
down boy back off Marine Hey, what are you getting
so sore about Navy? You got her and I mean to
keep her. Yes, sir captain. I mean Commander
hey, hey, don't pass my digs. We all having dinner
together Yeah, sure thing, but I want to get
me a shower and a shave first. We were up on
that rocket so long, I practically grew a beard
on my knees. Well, I'll see you later. Good old
Luke. I'm glad he's the third member of the team.
Oh, no. The second. I'm the third wheel, Gordon.
And you know why I wanted to burst into tears?
Like all of us. Disappointment? No, a lot more
than that. Gordon, maybe today was an omen. Maybe
I should cut out right now. I've got the strongest
hunch this flight is jinxed. And I'm the jinx.
Terry? Terry, where are you? At the window, Gordon.
I didn't mean to wake you. It's okay. What's
wrong, Terry? Look, darling. The sky is filled
with stars. Glistening like fish in a net. Hold
me a minute. Of course. How many nights we've
talked about this trip. Hoped to make it together.
All the long training and planning. And now it's
here at last, or almost here. I'm not going.
What? I'm not going, Gordon. But you've got to.
You can't back out now. Lieutenant Nettles is
back up for me. But she's not a doctor. She's
a woman. That's the important thing. I wasn't
picked for this trip primarily because I'm a
doctor. But why would you cut out now? Because
I'm scared. I'm a jinx. No, you're not going
to start him with the superstitions like Luke.
No, it's more than just superstition. Oh, darling,
I... I can't tell you, but I've been lying awake
and getting the strongest ESP waves. You were
dreaming. But I wasn't. I was wide awake and...
Oh, for the love of Mike, don't do this to me.
But it's you I'm thinking of, darling. I want
you safe. And I honestly, for some reason, I
can't explain why. I think if I go up there with
you... Damn it, Terry, I never thought you'd
do this to me. And I never thought the first
woman astronaut would be such a flop. Oh, I'm
so ashamed. You better answer that. Hello? Oh,
yes, sir. Did you reach Luke Strong? Good. Yes,
sir, we will. Within the hour. Oh, no, I can
drive. Yes, sir. We'll go straight to the hospital
unit. Thank you, sir. Good news for us, too.
What is it? Weather forecasts are for quick changing
conditions that would ground us for two to three
weeks until, well, unless we get off tomorrow.
They've restarted the countdown and it's go.
We lift off in seven hours. I've committed you,
Terry. If you don't go, it's a total scrub. Are
you with me? You know I'm always with you. For
better or for worse, not just as a wife. Ready,
willing, and able skipper. Astronaut Theresa
Weber reporting aboard. Pilot to CAPCOM. Do you
read me? Yes, Commander. We read you. Are we
still on countdown? Yeah, Gordy. T -5 and counting.
A -OK with you? All systems are go here. Check,
Luke. Everything reads good to me. Cabin pressure's
holding at 6 .1 pounds. Roger. We are T -40 and
counting. Looks good all the way. Good. Keep
me posted. Roger. Over and out. How do you feel,
Terry? Now that I'm here, great. Hang in, lovely.
You've only begun to live. What do you say, Luke?
Well, let's get it all put together. Skylab,
Skylab, here we come. That's the spirit. Let's
check out the inertial guidance and the boosters
again. What do I do, Captain? Just sit tight
and get ready for the thrill of your life. This
is Diana control. The D -1 countdown is at T
minus 35 seconds and counting. All systems are
reported in a go condition. Pilot, co -pilot
and Dr. Weber are ready. spacecraft umbilical
is cut we have transferred to internal power
we are counting down starting now 13 12 11 10
9 ignition sequence starting 5 4 we have ignition
all engines are running The clock is operating.
We are underway. Roger. Read you loud and clear.
We're smoothing out some now. And you're through
Max Q. Through Max Q and smoothing out real fine.
The sky looks very dark outside. Cap and pressure
is holding at 6 .1 OK. Coming up on two minutes.
Roger. Reading you loud and clear. Pitch 25 degrees.
Your flight path looks very good. 4B stage burn
and I read it. Mark, two minutes. Roger, you
have 22 seconds to shut off. Roger. Read that,
Luke. What do you read your velocity? 25 ,668
feet per second. Roger, we confirm. Coming up
to burn -off. Six, five, four, three, two...
There she blows. Gentlemen, you are in orbit.
Hallelujah. We've achieved orbit. Skylab, Skylab,
here we come. You are go for a dock. Roger. You'll
be losing me now. I'll pass you on to Bermuda.
Roger. I'll see you in a couple of hours. Have
a happy. We'll give you a final okay on docking
then. Roger. My buddy thanks you, my wife thanks
you, and I thank you. Over and out. Okay, Terry,
what do you think of spaceflight now? Oh, it's
marvelous wonderful a rocking chair I don't know
what was the matter with me. Well, whatever it
was as long as it's gone Let's put it out of
our minds. Now. This is going to be a milk run
a what I'll tell you Young man like me and young
woman like you wouldn't dig that talk. It's from
World War two, but I've read about it A milk
run was like when you flew out to bomb and came
back and knew old Hitler didn't have any more
planes to bother you and you were just as safe
as if you were taking a ride in your grandmother's
electric automobile. A piece of cake. Yeah. But
the best piece of cake we got right with little
old Diana is the middle astronaut here. Okay,
Luke. Play time's over. Let's run a full instrument
check and give Terry a chance to start working
on her medical reports. If I have to put up with
wearing these electrodes like Frankenstein's
monster, let's at least make it worthwhile. Can
you boost your signal, Hawaii? Do you read me?
Anything wrong, Gordon? No. We just passed out
a range of Hawaii. We should be picking up on
Houston and Mack any moment. It's always kind
of scary, though, isn't it? What? Any time the
tracking stations don't overlap and you lose
contact. No, you're getting used to it. It's
only for a few moments at most. Wouldn't it be...
Wouldn't it be what, Terry? Oh, that's just silly
imagination. No, you got me going. I want to
hear what. Well, I was just thinking, wouldn't
it be awful if we did lose touch completely with
Earth? Not possible. Too many backup systems.
Different frequencies, emergency equipment. Yeah,
but just supposing as long as Terry brought it
up, we did lose contact. What would happen then?
Well, we can still fly the ship. But with no
arrangement for splashdown, where would we fly
to? Well, we can always dock with Skylab and
use their equipment. We don't need ground to
make a dock. Yeah, but if Skylab's equipment
goes out... Oh, come on now. It's just not possible,
so forget it. I'm going to call in. Diana 1,
this is Skycom. Do you read me? Roger. I sure
do. Loud and clear. Good. We'll have half an
hour's clear contact. During that, we'll give
you coordinates for the dock. Roger. Now let's
synchronize our time. I'm coming up on 10 -32.
That's 22 -132. Mark, when I give you wow. Wow.
Roger. I read you. Dead on the button. Hey, okay.
Hear this then. In order to achieve trend...
Mac Mac you read me back What is it? Let me try
another frequency Mac Mac Capcom, this is pilot
Weber. Do you read me? Damn try another Diana
wonder Capcom Capcom do you read me? I've tracked
over Bermuda, Africa. Everything's dead. Every
frequency. I can't understand it. All other systems
are go. Yet we've lost contact with ground. That
means we're on our own? Unless we turn up Australia,
Hawaii, or Mac back at Houston. And if we don't?
We head for Skylab. Is that so terrible? Certainly
its radio must be working. And if it isn't? Now,
that isn't anything I want to start thinking
about right now. Maybe we better, because...
Because what, Terry? You don't know, Luke, about
my dream. For God's sake, this is no time for
dreams. Hello? This is Diana One calling. That
isn't going to do any good, Gordon. This is what
I dreamed, that we'd lose contact. I remember
that... that humming sound. You'll never get
through it, even if we make Skylab. That would
mean that... Thanks to me, the first woman, the
drinks, we're lost. We're lost in space. Can
you imagine being condemned to wander in space
till food and oxygen gave out? Or the orbiting
vehicle you made your home plunged through the
friction of the atmosphere? to roast you to ashes
in fire and flame. The very thought of it makes
my blood run cold. But perhaps you will prove
to be made of sterner stuff when I return shortly
with Act Two. For another full orbit. The Diana
1 circled the Earth. But it seemed that all communication
was irretrievably gone. On all frequencies, on
all tracking stations our astronauts tried to
raise, they heard only that high oscillating
hum. Now we've got to face it. We're clear out
of touch. There's only one thing left to do.
Make the dock ourselves. We've used up a critical
amount of fuel out of tunizing ourselves to try
to pick up CAPCOM signals. I know. Do we go for
a dock this time around or wait till next orbit?
Well, we've repositioned all the way around this
time. We'll never be aligned more favorably.
With a tweak burn, we ought to have precise apogee
and gain on her enough to lock onto target with
radar. How soon will we see the lab? 25 to 20
miles we ought to have clear. There she is. Ahead
and just a little bit above us. She's right,
Gordy. Okay, we'll intercept. We're on our own.
We're going to have to chase for a while. But
we're locked on by radar and fitting. Right on
the money. Tight as an oyster. No thanks to me.
What do you mean, Gordon? What is it, Skip? I
don't know. You remember how we began to roll
and swing over the Pacific I thought you were
maneuvering for the lock I was trying to but
the ship just seemed to take over We were rolling
at 36 degrees a second you pulled her out. It
wasn't me. I Don't you understand? I couldn't
fly her at all We were rolling so bad and yawing
I thought we were going to lose any control and
go toppling end -over -end But we didn't thanks
to you and not me It felt like... it was just
like ground, or someone took over and was flying
the ship. Someone else brought it into lock,
not me. So what's the difference? We came home.
Shall I open up the hatch so we can get into
Skylab? We ought to secure everything here. We're
airtight. We can get that later. We've got to
reach ground. If we can't get in touch with Capcom...
Oh, I'm afraid you can't. You see, we have jammed
it. How do you do? I am Dracon. I have been waiting
for you. Who's that? I have said Dracon is my
name. Before I ask the other questions, where
are you? I am here. Where's he hiding, Gordy?
You know the setup here. But my dear Earthling,
I am not hiding. I ain't seen you yet. Nor will
you. like you nor are you civilized enough to
be able to imagine me now wait a minute hold
it Luke mr. Draycon if I have your name right
the title is meaningless for me and even the
name is only an approximation in translation
to your tongue call me then Draycon very well
Draycon who are you I will try to simplify I
am not of your galaxy I am a Centauri 7, a quintillion
of light years from your solar system. What's
going on, Gordy? It's the sort of thing I dreamed.
It would be easier if you had a present, Straycon.
We could talk more sensibly, then. Ah, no, I
believe to the contrary. You could not conceive
of me even if I could make some emanation before
your eyes. No, the voice must be enough. Well,
then. What is it you want for you to come with
me? Supposing we refuse but there's no way you
can I am going to take you to Centauri seven
a Quintillion years away Time is a relative factor
We shall go by time warp But even so I am a doctor.
I must face physiological facts I don't know
what your physiology may be, but if we earthlings,
as you call us, should pass a destination a quintillion
years away, we wouldn't arrive as anything more
than dust. I have said that time is a relative
factor. We must leave. Are you ready to go? How?
The trip will be short and not unpleasant. All
those quintillions of miles? The advantage of
the fifth dimension, the time warp, I mentioned.
But time is relative, as you said. Who's to say
that your time won't destroy us? How long will
it take us? construct them in appearance and
solidity as those places you live on Earth. There
are two bedrooms, one for the spouses and one
for the drone. There will be food. You are welcome.
We wish you to live as you live on your planet.
For how long? We must control that. You are free
to do as you will in these areas. Two bedrooms?
Two baths? Living room? Dining area, fully equipped
kitchen. That's upper class New York, maybe six,
seven hundred a month. Furnished up to a grand.
Except for one thing. And that is? Not a window.
And outside of closets and the rooms, only one
door out of here. Which unfortunately we must
keep locked. Why? We have our own security. I
think occasionally you earthlings must have caught
a glimpse of our machines. We have been observing
you for some time. Why? For reasons of our own.
Our sources have even landed on occasions too,
as you do in your flights to the moon, for example,
to pick up informative material. We have even
considered gathering some of you before this.
But in the areas we landed, we did not consider
the specimens quite satisfactory. We do very
much consider you excellent representatives of
your primitive culture We have selected you as
what is a word you use? Guinea pigs you mean
we're going to be locked up here like in a laboratory
cage Yes, so we can study you Now I leave you
to get adapted to your new surroundings the atmosphere
from one of their spaceships. Why did you pick
these? One is a female. Our first opportunity
to gather such a specimen without alerting the
Earthlings. So be it. What is your wish now,
Draykan? Permission to start the test. Gordon,
there's nothing in the big bedroom. It's just
a box with some furniture. No openings anywhere.
Any luck here? The front door doesn't have a
handle, let alone a lock. The only openings are
that vent up there, and one on the floor on the
opposite side. Air vents, obviously. Otherwise
we wouldn't be able to breathe. You find anything,
Luke? You think it's okay to talk? No, but we
might as well. I'm sure we're bugged and they
hear everything we say. What did you find? Nothing.
You? Neither of us. Except two air vents in this
room. If there was some way to... You hear a
kind of hiss? Yes. And... Oh, it's getting stifling
in here. They've turned on some kind of heat.
Damn. What are they trying to do? I've got to
get this suit off. I'm sorry, Terry. It's okay,
Luke. Just forget I'm a woman. That'll be a day
for the old prowler. Now, but let's strip down.
Come on. Nobody needs to have any hangups. I
can tell you, as a doctor, we can stay in our
thermals. It's safer if they try to roast us
alive. Where's that ever -loving heat coming
from? Probably the vent at floor level. Yes.
Now, come on. Let's all stuff our suits against
it. Maybe we can keep it out. Good thinking,
Charlie Brown. Man, I tell you, this is no way
to go. You rotten sons of guns. Come on. Fight
fair and give us a chance. Stop it, Luke. I don't
mind dying. But I want a chance to fight back.
Luke, it isn't doing any good. Don't give them
the satisfaction of... Gordon? Yes, Terry, you're
right. I don't know if we're just blocking it
or... Hey, wait a minute. What is it? He's testing
to see if... They've stopped it. They've stopped
feeding the heat. Thank God. I never could stand
heat. I have a... I am scared witless of smothering
to death or burning up in a fire. Who isn't?
You all right, Terry? I'm okay, darling, but
we've got to get out of here. How? I don't know.
I'll leave that up to you fellows, but we've
got to get away. To where? Anywhere but here.
This is only the beginning. The beginning of
what? The tests. Don't you see it? We're guinea
pigs. And as a laboratory animal, you know what
all guinea pigs have in common. You're the doctor.
You tell us what. They're expendable. What's
getting cooler? We passed the first one, but...
Oh, no. What is it, Gordon? The other vent. Can
you hear it? They're starting the Turkish bath
treatment again just the opposite this time.
I think this is operation cold freeze How can
we get up to block that vent Luke? Get on the
other end of the table there and drag it over
Roger skip Terry bring the flight suits That
air is like dry ice. I can take this better than
heat Here Terry. I'll help Now what skip this
is my weak spot. I can't stand Cold. Both, get
on table. Terry? Yes, darling. You get up. Luke
soldiers. I, help. Then I pass flight suits to
you. Block out cold air. There you go. I'm okay.
Hand me the suits. I'm braced against the wall.
Okay, Gordy. It's all right. No need. They'd
shut off the freeze. Here are the suits. I got
them. Come on down, baby. Boy, you're something
to have around. You imagine old Gordy and me
getting on each other's shoulders. I'm glad I'm
of some use. Now it's the men's turn. What do
you mean? This is only the beginning. How much
more of this can we go through? One exposure
or another is going to be too much for one or
all of us. Let's try to get out of here. How?
Only one way. The door. What we need is a prize
of some kind. Wait a minute. The table. It has
metal legs. Help me turn it over, Luke. Sure.
Yeah. There's a flange at the top and screws.
Now, if we just had something... What, you believe?
I just happened to have a nail file. Oh, baby,
you are the most. Come on, let's have at it.
Have we got the flange far enough in between
the jamp and the door this time? This looks like
it. Ready? If we do get the door open, then what,
darling? Well, first let's get it open. Then
we'll know. You ready, Luke? Roger. You too,
Terry. Give us all the weight you can. I'm ready.
Then all together, set... on the count of three.
Three lost and desperate astronauts, far beyond
the stars. Should they succeed in opening this
door, what can they hope to find at best? Another
world? and one apparently hostile to them. What
infinitesimal chance do they have to return to
landfall and splash down on old familiar Mother
Earth? I'll return shortly with Act 3. Is there
any threat worse to sanity? Than the unknown
and yet faced with the prospect of death by any
factor of the known Which of us would not gamble
and reach for the unknown as an alternative Our
three lost astronauts are no different as they
struggle to open a door on on what? What kind
of a world lies beyond it? Nothing. There's nothing.
Nothing outside, but... What? It may look like
nothing, but it's solid. It might just as well
be a wall. For you, it is. For us on Centauri
7, it is our world, but not yours. Are you now
satisfied? But what do you intend to do with
us? We must finish our tests before we tell you
that. Now you are weary. First, you must rest.
Terry. Terry, wake up. What? Why, Luke? Don't
wake Gordy. I've got to talk to you. What on
earth? Please. Please. Come into my room. Okay.
Just a second till I find my shoes. Come on.
Come on. We don't know that well I do and There's
something I want before I do What are you? I?
Want you Terry Luke listen to me not listening
to anyone anymore just myself Now Gordy stole
you away from me, but just for once I'm going
to steal something away from him Gordy is your
best friend laughs everything I ever wanted in
life. I had to fight him for For space flight,
the commander ship of this one, you, he always
won. Keep away from me. Not this time, not this
once. You can't. I won't. I'll scream for Gordon.
You do, and you get this in your throat. If I
can't have you, he never will again. Where did
you get that knife? From the table, three of
them there. Okay, Terry. Come here. Get away
from her, Luke. Go on, he... Look out, he has
a knife. So have I. All right, Luke. You wanted
to use the knife? Come on. Try it on me. That
suits me just great. You bought yourself a real
Donnie Brooke. Stop it! Stop it, both of you!
Stay out of this, Terry. I won't stay out of
it. And for the information of both of you, I
have a knife too. Okay, Luke, drop yours. Let
your lousy husband get me in the back. No thanks.
Stay out of this, Terry. He's had this coming
a long time. Will you listen to me, both of you?
Don't you see this is just another test? Of what?
Don't you remember? We're guinea pigs. They're
testing every kind of reaction in us. Luke, please.
I know how you feel about me. You love me. That's
right, Terry. But not that way. As a friend,
as you love Gordon. Love? Yes, love. You weren't
made for hate or frustration or violence any
more than Gordon is. It's them, Draycon or whoever
they are. They're putting it all into your heads.
They want to see how far they can provoke us.
How much we can stand. They're the ones we have
to fight. They're the ones we can't let win.
What am I doing with a knife? Oh, God, Terry.
Gordy, forgive me. I didn't know what I was doing.
Neither did I. I woke up choking with this black
hatred and I... Where did I get this they put
them on the table? It's just as I said another
of their tests What's that smell? It's coming
from this low event It smells like bitter almonds
That's cyanide get away from there. They sealed
up the door again. We've got to get out of here
the bed No, no, no, they're louvered doors. It'll
seep through we've got to get away entirely.
Oh Even if we could get the door open again,
I I thought of it when the heat was coming in
before I Think the cover on that vent up there
is loose. It's big enough to crawl through get
the other table Luke drag it over I've got the
table leg that we use on the door. Maybe I can
pry it open with that. Come on Luke. The smell
is getting heavier I'm with you. Okay, I give
Terry a hand up There you go. Now open my shoulders
I got the table leg. All right. I give it to
her. Then support her while she levers it. Okay,
Terry? Yes. I think I can... It's quite loose.
I'm sure I can... Look out! Can you scramble
in there? If I can just... Get your hands under
her left foot, Luke. Roger. I'll get mine under
the other. Now, lift. Right, Terry? Yes. There's
a duct. I can't see where it goes. Is it big
enough for all of us to get through? Yes, but
how? You're smaller than I am, Luke. I'll give
you a leg up and Terry can lift from above. What
about you? I'll get a chair and you can haul
me up from there. Come on. Let's not waste any
time. That smell is getting stronger. Why are
you stopping? Another turn? No. It's a dead end.
Oh, no. Are you sure? It's blocked in front and
on both sides. Wait a minute. What? It's open
above, like a chimney. How wide is it? Just a
moment. It's round, about two, no, no, maybe
three feet in diameter. Any light? No, just as
dark in here. It's no use. We'll have to go back.
We can't go back. Not to that cyanide. Maybe
they stopped pumping it in. What else can we
do? We can try what mountain climbers do. What?
Terry? Yes, Gordon? Can you stand up where you
are? Yes, I think if I... Yes, I'm standing with
my head in the chimney. All right. Now listen
carefully. Remember when we climbed Old Baldy?
Yes, a million years ago. Hang in, baby. Don't
you flake out on us. I won't. You mean that guy
that showed us how to chimney climb? Yes. Now
turn towards me and put your back against the
wall. Now, can you get your feet up there on
the other side? Just about. Then I brace my back
and then push up, right? Right. Then slide your
feet up an inch or two and keep repeating. Roger.
You'll have to go next, Luke. You get it? I get
the idea. Supposing that thing's 30 or 40 feet
tall. We go as far as we can, then we all fall
and break our necks together. Hold it! What now?
It's getting wider, but I think it's another
dead end. Oh, not another chimney. I couldn't
make it. This one goes down. There's a draft
and... What? We only had a light. I have only
one match left. I've been saving it. It's wider.
You think you could come up here? I'll try. Watch
it, darling. You're right at the edge. Where
do you suppose this could go? There's fresh air.
Maybe outside. Let's see. Maybe we've gotten
a break at last. That's only about a 30 -degree
pitch. Well, there goes the match about where
it goes the tunnel I'll let you know any moment
if anything happens to me you and Luke and try
going back. Oh, no, sir Anyone tries the roller
coaster. Oh Luke gets to go first. No Luke here
I go feet first Too bad. I forgot my parachute
Right back where we started at least we don't
have to bother about trying the lower vent We
know where it goes to and at least there's none
of that cyanide gas Yeah, but now what now we
have finished with our external examination I
am sorry to say that the continuation of our
test program may be even more Unpleasant now
look if you let captain strong and my wife go
you can just a minute old buddy Same offer here,
Dray Connor, whatever your name is. Only I stay.
I'm afraid not satisfactory. The female is essential
for more reasons than one. Why? First of all,
your physiology is quite different from the male.
We will want to study that. Secondly, you are
a doctor. We can use your expertise to dissect
your male companions so that we may study how
to work on you. No! Absolutely not. I won't lift
a finger to help you. Suppose we were to offer
to let your husband go? I'll answer that. No.
Let me. Darling, I'd gladly die for you. But
I couldn't kill for you. I wouldn't expect you
to. I love you. I love you. And we both love
you, Luke. One for all, and all for one. I guess
we bought it for good this time. But wherever
we go, we stick together. Very well, Earthlings.
I will give you your wish. You'll have to execute
a turnaround. Hey, Diana 1, do you read me? I
read you loud and clear. Why? Not as far as I
know. You didn't notice a kind of a time lag?
Hold it, Capcom. You hear him, Luke? Mac? Yeah.
I don't know what he's talking about. You, Terry?
I... Capcom to Diana 1, do you read me? I read
you. We registered a sort of oscillator hum during
that two -second gap. How about you? I didn't
hear it. Half a sec. You pick up anything on
instruments, Luke? Or hear a sort of oscillator
hum? I did. Just like in my dream. Or I think
I did. And are you sure as they come? The Earth
people will know nothing of our interference.
Oh, ancient one, in their time reference they
were missing but the blink of an eye. And the
three who were here will not remember. Can the
eye of an Earthling see a bullet? Can it follow
the speed of light? They will not remember. As
to the planet itself, what is your recommendation?
Observing them close at hand, particularly the
female one, I have seen a capability for self
-sacrifice and love. to better themselves, so
be it. We will allow the Earthlings one final
chance. So there are no such things as flying
saucers and strangers out of space, and man is
the only creature to travel the rogues among
the stars. I wonder... Oh well, it may not be
too much longer before we find out for sure.
Only a few thousand years. I'll be back shortly.
A thousand years. The Millennium. Perhaps the
one mentioned in the Book of the Revelation,
when the angel came down from heaven with a key
to the bottomless pit and a great chain in his
hand, and he bound the devil and cast him into
the pit and sealed it, so that he should deceive
the nations no more. Not a bad idea. Not a bad
idea at all. We could all begin with the devil
in all of us. It might just be worth a try. Our
cast included Julia Mead, Sidney Walker, Ira
Lewis, and Jack Grimes. The entire production
was under the direction of Hyman Brown. This
is E .G. Marshall inviting you to return to our
mystery theater for another adventure in the
macabre. Until next time, pleasant dreams.