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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 mans 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 were about to watch

could be our journey-

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!

Ham and eggs!

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 $2.85, 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 $2.85, and I'm hungry...

That much is established.

$2.85, and I'm hungry!

I'm gonna wake up in a minute.

I know it. I'm gonna wake up.

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?

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Operator.

Hello, operator.

Hello. Operator?

Operator?!

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, gang, 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.

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...

Time to wake up now.

Time to wake up now!

Hey!

Hey!

Where is everybody?!

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 mannequin...

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.

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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 bomb.

But if there was a bomb, everything would be destroyed,

and nothing is destroyed.

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?!

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-

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!!

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?

484 hours, 36 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 shot 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 484 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.

Detail.

How do you feel, sergeant?

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 cant simulate

that's a very basic need...

Man's hunger for companionship.

The barrier of loneliness...

That's one thing we ha vent licked yet-

next time, it won't be just a box in a hangar, will it?

No, Mike.

Next time, you'll really be alone.

Hey. Don't go away up there.

Next time, it wont 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.

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-

Ina moment,

rod serling will tell you about next weeks 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 pitchman who sells mechanical toys like this.

But whose competition is Mr. Death.

We hope you'll join us then. Thank you and good night.

For the young and the old, the sick and the troubled,

give the united way-

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