[Eerie music]
(male presenter, off)
There is a fifth dimension
beyond that which
is known to man.
It is a dimension
as vast as space
and as timeless
as infinity.
It is the middle ground
between light and shadow,
between science
and superstition.
And it lies between
the pit of man's fears
and the summit
of his knowledge.
This is
the dimension
of imagination.
It is an area which we
call the twilight zone.
The place is here,
the time is now,
and the journey
into the shadows
that we're
about to watch
could be our journey.
[Jazz music drifting out]
[Jazz playing loudly]
Say, I noticed there's
a town up the road.
What's the name of it?
Customer.
Hey, you
got a customer
out in front!
Customer!
[Percolating]
Ham and eggs!
[Thud]
[Music stops]
Eggs over easy!
Hash browns!
Hey, you got
a customer
out here!
Ham and eggs,
eggs over easy,
hash browns!
Hungry cash customer!
I got $ . ,
American money.
Sure. American money.
Well, we've got
that much settled.
I'm an american.
You see, there's
some question
about my identity.
Let me put it
to you this way:
I'm not sure who I am.
But I got $ . ,
and I'm hungry...
that much
is established.
$ . , and I'm hungry!
I'm gonna
wake up in
a minute.
I know it.
I'm gonna
wake up.
[Bell clanging]
Anybody here?
Hey! Hey!
Hey, miss?
Miss, over here!
Look, I wonder if you
could do me a favor.
It's the
craziest thing,
but I've looked
and I haven't
seen anybody around.
Maybe they're
all asleep or
something, but...
well, literally,
there hasn't
been a soul.
Look, I don't want you
to think I'm nuts
or anything.
It's nothing like that.
It's just that, well...
it's just
that I don't seem
to remember who I am.
Well, it's a real
oddball thing,
but, when I woke up
this morning, I...
well, I didn't
exactly wake up.
I just... I just
found myself out on
that road, walking.
Amnesia. Isn't that
what they call it?
That must be what I got
'cause I just don't
remember a thing,
and I can't
seem to find
anybody to ask.
You're the
first person
I've seen.
I don't want you
to be frightened
or anything,
but I was wondering
if there's a doctor...
I'm terribly sorry, madam.
I can assure you that
at no time did I mean
to be so upsetting.
As a matter of fact,
I've always had
kind of a secret yen
for the quiet type.
Get what I mean, babe?
Hey! Anybody here?
You haven't got
the ignition key,
have you, doll?
[Telephone ringing]
[Ringing]
Hello.
Operator.
Hello, operator.
Hello. Operator?
Operator?!
(female recorded voice)
This is the
special operator.
Operator, look...
the number you
have reached is not
a working number.
I just wondered
if anybody there
could tell me...
please make sure you
have the right number.
Operator, will
you listen to
me, please?
This is the
special operator.
The number you have
reached is not a
working number.
Are you out
of your heads
down there?
I didn't dial a number!
I dialed the operator!
This is a recording.
A record? Operator.
This is the...
operator, look,
all I want to
know is where I am.
Not a working number.
Look, please,
can you...
make sure
that you have...
Abel, Adams, Allen, Atman.
Boys, where are you?
Where do you boys live?
Just in this book?
Baker, Bargman,
Blod, Belmont.
Well, g*ng, who's
watching the store?
Who's watching
any of the stores?
Alright, who's
the wise guy who
locked the door?
It's a great gag.
How about a hand, somebody?
A little assistance,
how about it?
This is an absolutely
hysterical turn-on.
I'm growing
very fond of it.
This isn't funny anymore.
I don't like
this [inaudible].
I wish I could shake
that crazy feeling
of being watched.
Listened to.
Calling all cars,
calling all cars.
Unknown man
walking around
police station.
Suspicious-looking
character, probably
wanted by the f...
[door creaking]
[Water pouring]
[Creaking]
Time to
wake up now.
Time to wake
up now!
[Creaking]
Hey!
Where is everybody?!
[Loud clanging of bell]
Anybody want a sundae?
I'm sorry, old buddy,
I don't recollect
the name.
The face is
vaguely familiar, but
the name escapes me.
I'll tell you
what my problem is.
I'm in the middle
of a nightmare i
can't wake up from,
and you're part of it...
you and the ice cream
and the police station
and the phone booth,
that little manneuin...
this whole bloody town,
wherever it is.
Whatever it is.
I just
remembered something.
Scrooge said it.
You remember
Scrooge, old buddy?
Ebenezer Scrooge?
It's what he said
to that ghost,
Jacob Marley.
He said, "you may be
an undigested bit
of beef,
"a crumb of cheese,
a blot of mustard,
"a fragment of
an undone potato.
But there's more of gravy
than of grave about you."
You see, that's
what you are.
You're what i
had for dinner
last night.
You must be.
But now I've had it.
I'd like to wake up.
I'd like to
wake up now.
If I can't wake up,
at least
I'd like to find
somebody to talk to.
I must be a very
imaginative guy.
Nobody in the
whole bloody world
could have a dream
as complete as mine,
right down to
the last detail.
Air force.
Air force.
Air force. I'm air force!
Air force!
I'm in the
air force!
I'm in the air force!
Hey, I'm in
the air force!
I'm in the air force!
Hey, everybody,
I'm in the air force!
Air force.
Air force.
What does
that mean?
Was there a bo?
That must have
been it... a b*mb.
But if there was
a b*mb, everything
would be destroyed,
and nothing
is destroyed.
[Plane engine roaring]
[Suspenseful music playing]
Hey!
Who's up there?!
Who's running
the pictures?!
Who's up there?!
Who's running
the pictures?!
Hey!
Who's up there?!
Can't you see me?!
Who's in here?!
[Groans]
[Panting]
[Whimpering]
[Shouts in fear]
Please, somebody,
help me.
Help me.
Please, somebody,
help me. Help me.
Help me. Help me.
Please, help me.
Help me. Help me.
Please, somebody, help me.
Help me, please.
Somebody, help me.
Please, somebody,
help me.
(lonely man)
Help me.
Please, somebody,
help me!
Somebody's looking
at me!
Somebody's watching me!
Help me! Please, help me!
Help me! Help me!
Help me! Help me, please!
Help me!!
Somebody's looking at me!
Please, help me!
Help me! Help me!
Clock him.
Help me!
Somebody's looking at me.
Somebody's watching me.
Help me!
Get him out
of there, quick.
Release the subject
on the double.
Be careful, colonel.
Don't cut his hand.
The glass on the
clock is broken.
I can see
that, sergeant.
Sergeant...
all right, colonel, go.
He's all
right, sir.
Delusions, I think.
He's coming
out of it now.
Fine. Did you get
all the data recorded?
Yes, sir,
every bit
of it.
Get a timing
on him?
hours,
minutes.
Good. I want
to have a look
at all the data
as soon as
it's compiled
and I want to see
the reaction sh*t
on him, too.
Yes, sir. Oh,
the press, sir.
Yes, on the run,
gentlemen, if you
don't mind.
I want to see
Sergeant Ferris.
Do you
consider this
a success, sir?
Very much so.
The man
was confined
alone in a box
for something in
the neighborhood
of hours.
That's roughly
equivalent to a
trip to the moon,
several orbits
and return.
Then this was
a simulated trip
to the moon?
For all intent
and purpose, yes.
What about
these wires
attached to him?
Electrodes.
All of his reactions
were charted and graphed.
Respiration, heart
action, blood pressure.
What happened to him
toward the end, general,
before he pushed that
button, whatever it was?
What happened to him
is that he cracked.
Delusions of some
kind, we assume.
But let me tell you
all something, gentlemen.
If any one of you
were confined
in a box
five feet square
for two and a
half weeks
all by your lonesome
without hearing
a human voice
other than your own,
I'll give you
especially good odds
that your imagination
would run away
with you, too,
such as his
obviously did.
Excuse me.
(colonel)
Detail.
How do you feel,
sergeant?
(Ferris)
I feel much
better, sir.
I'm sorry about
toward the end.
It's all right.
What was it
like, Ferris?
Where did you
think you were?
A place I don't want
to go again, sir.
A town.
A town without people,
without anybody.
What was the matter
with me, doc?
Just off my
rocker, huh?
Just a kind
of a nightmare
that your mind
manufactured for you.
You see, we can
feed the stomach
with concentrates.
We can supply microfilm
for reading, recreation,
even movies
of a sort.
We can pump oxygen in
and waste material out.
But there's one thing
we can't simulate
that's a very
basic need...
man's hunger
for companionship.
The barrier
of loneliness...
that's one thing
we haven't
licked yet.
Next time, it won't
be just a box in a
hangar, will it?
No, Mike.
Next time, you'll
really be alon e.
Hey. Don't go
away up there.
Next time, it
won't be a dream
or a nightmare.
Next time,
it'll be for real.
So don't go away.
We'll be up there
in a little while.
(male presenter, off)
Up there,
up there in the
vastness of space
in the void
that is sky...
up there is an enemy
known as isolation.
It sits there in
the stars, waiting...
waiting with the
patience of eons.
Forever waiting,
in the twilight zone.
(male presenter, off)
In a moment,
Rod Serling will
tell you about
next week's story,
after this word from our
alternate sponsor,
Kimberly Clark.
Next week, I'll have a reunion
with a unique talent and
a valued friend.
Our first
since requiem
for a heavyweight.
Next week, on
the twilight zone,
Mr. Ed Wynn stars in
one for the angels,
playing an old
pitch man who sells
mechanical toys like this.
But whose competition
is Mr. Death.
We hope you'll join us then.
Thank you and good night.
[Eerie music]
(male voice, off)
For the young and the old,
the sick and the troubled,
give the united way.