[eerie music]
(male narrator)
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.
[thunder]
Excuse me.
Hm?
Uh, the bus
To Cortland.
What about her?
Well, it was due
A half an hour ago.
Yup, half hour ago.
[sighs]
When will it be in?
Hard to say.
Been raining hard.
Road's slick.
Maybe a bridge
Or two out.
That'll play hard
With the schedule.
Well, when do you
Think it will be in?
She'll be in
When she'll be in.
That's all.
I told you that
The last time you asked.
The last time I asked?
The last time I asked
Was right now.
Look, all I want from you
Is a civil answer.
You're getting
A civil answer.
The trouble is every
Ten minutes you're
Up here requiring one.
Situations just don't
Change that rapidly
And you want to know
About the Cortland bus.
It was late when you asked
A half hour ago
Late when you come back
minutes later
And it's late now.
And all the asking
In the world
Ain't going to push it none.
But this is the first time
I've been up here--
The very first time.
Either you need your eyes,
Now what's the matter?
Nothing.
Nothing's the matter.
(male narrator)
Millicent Barnes, age ,
Young woman waiting for a bus
On a rainy November night.
Not a very imaginative type
Is Miss Barnes.
Not given to undue
Anxiety of fears
Or for that matter
Even the most
Temporal flights of fancy.
Like most young career women,
She has a generic
Classification
As a "Girl with a head
On her shoulders."
All of which is mentioned now
Because in just a moment
The head on
Miss Barnes's shoulders
Will be put to a test.
Circumstances will as*ault
Her sense of reality
And a chain of nightmares
Will put her sanity
On a block.
Millicent Barnes,
Who in one minute will wonder
If she's going mad.
[suspense music]
Well, shall we
Run through it
Again, miss?
Oh, no thank you.
I was just noticing
It isn't
Very much but,
But that bag--
What about it?
Well, it's just
Like mine.
It's identical,
Even to the broken handle.
What is this,
Some kind of a game?
What?
That is your bag--
You checked it.
Oh, no, that isn't my bag.
It looks just
Like my bag, but my--
[suspense music]
Well, how--?
Will you go over
There and sit down?
You're either walking
In your sleep
Or hung over
Or something.
Go back over there
And sit down
And breathe
Through your nose
And let me read
My magazine.
When the Cortland bus comes
There'll be a loud sound
Of an engine, a door opening,
People will come in here.
Then you'll know
The bus is here.
But I didn't check my bag.
And anyway, when I
Saw that, my bag--
All you
All right, miss?
Yes, of course
I'm all right.
I'm perfectly all right.
Why? Don't I look
All right?
You look fine.
You look just fine.
It's just that
When you were
In here before--
Before?
What do you mean before?
I've never been
In here before.
Honey, you were
Just in here
A few minutes ago.
Me?
I've never been
In here before.
What's the matter
With this place anyway?
Somebody keeps
Taking my bag
Somebody says I keep
Asking about the bus
And you say I've
Been in here before.
Just take it easy.
Everything's going
To be all right.
Of course
Everything's going
To be all right!
Nothing wrong
To begin with.
The only thing wrong
With you people
Is you need some sleep
Or something.
[gasps]
[suspense music]
Let me get you a
Cold cloth, honey.
I don't think
You're well.
No, I don't
Need that.
No, I'll
Be all right.
I must
Be overtired
But I'll
Be all right.
[thunder]
Excuse me.
Yes?
I wonder if
You saw someone
Sitting in my seat.
I don't thinks so, miss.
I wasn't looking
Very close.
[mumbling]
What's the trouble?
No, no trouble.
I just thought
I saw somebody
I knew.
In here?
Thank you.
I'm sorry to have
Disturbed you.
(Millicent)
What's the matter
With me?
What on earth is
The matter with me?
What's happening?
Delusions,
That's what they are.
They're delusions.
I must be sick.
I must be running a fever.
I'm not even warm.
I don't have any fever.
No fever at all.
(man)
Excuse me, miss.
Yes.
Oh.
Yes, what is it?
Your bag, I think
You dropped it.
Oh, thank you.
The bus is late,
Isn't it?
It seems so.
Over a half
An hour late.
You do mean
The bus to Cortland,
Don't you?
That's the one.
I was supposed
To be in Syracuse
Tonight by : .
The planes were
All grounded
So I took a cab
From Binghamton.
It skidded
Into a tree
A few miles
Outside of here.
I had to walk into
Town to get here.
Forgive me, miss,
You're not ill,
Are you?
Oh, I don't know
What's wrong with me.
I-- I really don't.
Well, is there
Something I can do?
Well, I don't know.
It's just that all sorts
Of q*eer things
Have been happening to me.
I've been seeing things.
Seeing things?
What sort of things?
I'm not sure
I should tell you.
You'd probably want to move
To another part of the room
Or call the police
Or an ambulance
Or something.
Well, why don't you tell me.
Maybe I can help.
Incidentally, my name is
Grinstead, Paul Grinstead.
I'm from Binghamton.
How do you do?
I'm Millicent Barnes.
At least I was
Millicent Barnes.
I'm a private
Secretary.
I quit my job here
On Thursday
And I've got another
Job in Buffalo.
That's where
I'm going tonight,
To Buffalo.
Everybody keeps telling me
That I've been here before.
That man who takes
The tickets--
He says I keep asking
About the bus.
And the woman in
The powder room
Says I've been in there
Before, and I haven't.
And my bag here,
[gasps]
My bag!
There it is.
Oh.
Oh, thank god.
For a minute I thought
Everything was starting
All over again.
That man said I
Checked it and I hadn't.
But there was a bag,
Almost identical to mine
In the baggage room.
And then when I came
Out of the powder room
It wasn't there.
Go on.
Well, it sounds
Very strange but,
When I came out
Of the powder room
I looked
In the mirror
And I could
See the whole
Waiting room
In the mirror,
And I--
Well, what did you see,
Miss Barnes?
I saw myself sitting
Right here on this bench.
It's delusions.
Yes.
Yes, that's what
It must be.
Delusions, some sort
Of delusions.
But I'm not sick.
I don't have a temperature.
I'm not running a fever.
But it's not
Just seeing things
That don't exist.
Why did that man
And that woman say
That they had seen me before?
I don't know.
This one's tough
To figure out.
Well, what's happening to me?
What-- what's wrong?
I'm not some sort of kook,
I've never had any
Trouble like this before,
I mean, trouble
With my mind.
Of course you haven't.
There's an explanation
Some place.
There's a reason.
Maybe--
Maybe what?
Maybe there's someone here
Who resembles you.
That could be it.
Or maybe someone is playing
Some kind of a joke
Or something.
Oh, is that possible?
Oh, that's too fantastic
And that doesn't explain
About the bag.
And anyway, if there is
Such a person, where is she?
Where is this person?
[bus engine]
(man)
Bus to Cortland.
Syracuse, Buffalo,
Now arriving.
Let me take that
For you.
Looks heavy.
Oh, thank you.
You're very kind.
You're easy
To be kind to.
No, I mean, more
Than just kind.
We better get
On the bus.
I'll take your bag.
All right.
[gasps]
Miss Barnes!
Millicent.
What's the matter?
Wait a minute.
On our way.
You and the lady
Coming or aren't?
No, we'll wait
For the next one.
Next one ain't due
Till : in the morning.
You've got
A long wait.
That's
All right.
Okay.
I'm shutting off
Some of these lights.
"When not in use,
Turn off the juice."
That's what
I always say.
I best be
Getting home.
Oh, I sure hope
She feels better.
Thank you.
You've been
Very nice.
Oh, it's all right
But offhand, mister
I'd say she needed
Some looking after.
You know what I mean.
You feeling better?
The bus.
It had to leave.
There'll be another
Before too long.
You didn't get on.
I'm this
Late already.
A few more
Hours won't make
Any difference.
I've been thinking
About something.
It's very odd, but,
I've been remembering.
Remembering what?
About something
I read or heard
About a long time ago.
About different
Planes of existence.
About two
Parallel worlds
That exist
Side by side
And each of us
Has a counterpart
In this world
And, and sometimes
Through some freak
Through something
Unexplainable
This counterpart--
After the two
Worlds converge--
Comes into our world
And in order
To survive
It has to take over.
Take over?
Replace us.
Move us out
So that it can live.
That's a little
Metaphysical for me.
I remember
Reading it somewhere.
Each of us has a twin
In this other world,
An identical twin.
Maybe that woman I saw--
Millicent, there's
Another explanation.
There has to be.
One that comes
With more reason.
I can't explain it
But I know
That's what's happened.
This other woman,
My counterpart--
Forget about it, please.
Don't think about it.
I just thought of something.
I've got a good friend
Who lives in Tully.
I'll call him.
Maybe he'll bring his
Car down here for us.
He might even
Drive us into Syracuse.
I'll call him.
All right, Millicent?
Shall I call my friend?
Unasked, I'll tell
You what I think.
I'd say she's got
A leak in her attic.
Parallel planes.
Counterparts
From another life.
[guffaws]
You got a thing
About sick people?
Is that it?
Poor, poor kid.
I don't know
What's going to happen.
Go call your friend.
Hm?
Your friend in Tully
With the car.
I don't have
Any friend in Tully.
She needs help, medical help.
I figured it would
Be easier this way.
I figured she'd come along.
Poor kid.
Can I use it?
Go ahead.
Who're you going
To call?
The police, I guess.
I think they're
The ones that
Could help us.
To tell you the truth, she
Kind of gives me the willies.
I'd as leave
She got outta here somehow.
[suspense music]
Where are you?
Where did you go?
What do you want?
(Millicent)
Where are you?
Millicent.
Are you all right?
Yes.
I'm all right.
How about getting
Some fresh air?
All right.
[screams]
(man)
Did you get
Her off all right?
Yeah. They're gonna take
Her to the hospital
For observation.
What was she
Talking about?
Something about another life.
I don't know. That's
Part of her illness, I guess.
[sighs]
You said the next
Bus is at : ?
You got about four
And a half hours, pal.
You can take a snooze
On that bench.
You'll be all alone,
No noise whatsoever.
This place
Is like a tomb
Between night and morning.
Maybe I will get some sleep.
[suspense music]
Hey.
Hey!
Where are you?
(male narrator)
Obscure and metaphysical
Explanation
To cover a phenomena.
Reasons dredged
Out of the shadows
To explain away that
Which can not be explained.
Call it parallel planes
Or just insanity.
Whatever it is, you find it
In the twilight zone.
(male presenter, off)
Rod Serling, the creator
Of twilight zone,
Will tell you about next
Week's story after this word
From our alternate sponsor.
And now, Mr. Serling.
Next week, on twilight zone,
We put you on a front porch.
Summer evening,
Tree lined street,
Typical small town.
And then we pull the rug
From under your feet and we
Throw a nightmare at you.
Claude Akins, Jack Weston
And Barry Atwater are
Your neighbors
Just at that moment when
"The Monsters are Due
On Maple Street."
Don't chicken out.
See you next week.
(male presenter, off)
Kimberly Clark invites you
To watch Steve McQueen
In "Wanted Dead or Alive."
Saturday nights over most
These same stations.