Original subtitles

[eerie music]

(male presenter) 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.

His name is Arch Hammer.

He's 36 years old. He's been a salesman, A dispatcher,

A truck driver A con man, a bookie And a part-time bartender.

This is a cheap man, A nickel-and-dime man

With a cheapness that Goes past the suit And the shirt.

A cheapness of mind, A cheapness of taste.

A tawdry little Shine on the seat Of his conscience

And a dark, groomed squint In a world whose sunlight

Has never gotten Through to him.

But Mr. Hammer has A talent discovered At a very early age.

This much he does have.

He can make His face change.

He can twitch a muscle.

Move a jaw.

Concentrate on The cast of his eyes.

And he can Change his face.

He can change it Into anything he wants.

Mr. Archie Hammer, Jack of all trades,

Has just checked in At $3.80 a night

With two bags, some Newspaper clippings,

A most odd talent,

And a master plan To destroy some lives.

[playing jazz]

? So thanks For the cheer ?

? I hope you Didn't mind ?

? My bending your ear ?

This torch That I've found

Must be drowned

Or just--

It just Might explode.

? Make it one For my baby ?

? And one more ?

? For the road ?

[applause]

Hey, Maggie! [laughs]

Hey, sport, Unravel the flesh.

Come on, Maggie, Have a little drink.

I'd love one.

Very, very solitary. All by my lonesome If you don't mind.

Oh.

If you don't Drink well,

Don't drink.

Johnny!

Johnny, are You a ghost?

Sure, a ghost.

I just came down to Check the mourners, Read the obituaries.

How did they feel About the deceased, huh?

What kind of tears?

You came to the Right place, Johnny.

I have a roomful Of buckets.

I heard it on the Radio one night. Just like that.

"Death as it must Come to all men,

"Came to talented Musician Johnny Foster.

Tragic accident, Train hitting car."

I just sat there And I cried.

And then I--

And then I washed My face and--

Put on some makeup And went to work.

But everything Had changed for me.

My repertoire Became very limited.

Only booze.

Only sad songs For piano or bourbon.

Oh, Johnny.

I don't care If you area ghost.

Nah.

It was another guy.

My car, my suit.

Maybe we even had The same dentist.

Why didn't you Tell people that?

Nah.

I wanted to get Way from the world.

From that.

I decided To trade in The old name.

Turn it in For something new, Something different.

You were always A funny guy, Johnny.

Way-out Johnny Foster.

Well,

Are you satisfied With the reaction?

Mourning becomes you, Mag.

Me and Electra.

So how long You with us?

Is this a stop Between trains, Johnny?

In a way, For me, it is.

For you, it's Get-out-of-town night.

You've got time For six choruses And a check-out?

You're going With me, Mag.

We'll go to Chicago or Detroit.

We'll go to San francisco, huh?

We'll have A ball, Maggie.

Everything by ear. But great, Maggie, I mean, great.

Just the two of us.

Oh!

Oh, hey, Johnny, I love you.

You name it, Johnny, You've got it.

Hey, Johnny!

You put me back together Again, Johnny. And I love you.

I love you.

You finish up here.

You tell him You're cutting out.

I'll meet you at The railroad station. I'll get the tickets.

12:06, Maggie, Westbound for Chicago.

Be there.

I'll be there, Johnny.

Johnny! Hey, Johnny!

[inaudible]

Man, I thought you Was out of the world.

Johnny, wait. We all got the Wrong word.

They said you were Removed by a locomotive. [laughs]

Oh, Johnny, it's so Great to see you. Here.

Let me light you A cigarette.

I'll take the light but You got the wrong guy.

I'm really Sorry, buddy, I--

I thought you Were the guy

I'd just seen In the bar.

I'm really sorry.

Why not a Beautiful dame?

Why not?

I never had A dish like that.

I've never been Loved like that.

Why shouldn't I?

(Maggie) ? It's all too wonderful ?

? I'll never Find the words ?

Yeah, Maggie.

Yeah!

Why not?

How was the water, Baby? Was it cold?

When did it hurt? When you laughed?

[laughs]

Excuse me, sir. Mr. Penell is not At home this evening.

[noise from tv]

Who is it, Ramon?

It's me, Mr. Penell.

Picture tubes Are expensive.

You can always Get yourself Another beer.

Imported, isn't it?

I always liked your Taste, Mr. Penell.

You always had The taste of a Very rich man.

Neat but not gaudy.

Please. Don't.

Just sit down there And we'll talk, huh?

We'll have a business Meeting, you and me.

Virgil.

Virgil, this is The happiest day Of my life!

[laughs]

If this is the Happiest day Of your life,

How come you look like Somebody just stuck lemon Juice in your beer, huh?

No, Mr. Penell, You're not so happy.

You got no Reason to be happy.

Believe me, Mr. Penell, I know.

You've got no Reason to be happy.

No reason at all.

Now, if you could have Kept me in the river,

A cold, clammy little Item without a voice,

Then you could Have been happy.

But this is one double Cross that came back To bite you.

Virg, Virg, you Got me wrong, Virg.

I held up my end Of the bargain,

And instead of the payoff, All I got was the river.

And that river Was cold, Mr. Penell.

Far too cold for This time of the year.

Lousy swimming, Mr. Penell,

Especially when you're Almost out of blood.

I brought back a satchel For you, Mr. Penell.

There was a lot Of money in it. It Was a real risky job.

Now, I figure my cut Is more than a cold swim!

Virg, please, Listen to me.

Virg, Virg, I got Your cut, kid.

It's right over There in the desk.

I'll take care of my Own cut, Mr. Penell. What drawer?

It's in the center drawer. There's an envelope Full of money.

Why don't you let me Get it for you?

Why don't you shut up?

You said this was For me, didn't you?

Twenty per cent Of it, Virg.

The cut is still The same, Mr. Penell.

I always live up To my contracts.

Only now there's interest.

For floating Facedown in the river I charge interest.

For getting three Bullets in my belly I charge interest.

I'll take it all.

Virg.

Yeah?

Did-did somebody--

Did somebody fish You out before--

Did somebody fish me Out before I'd had it?

Is that the question?

No, Mr. Penell. That's not the way It happened at all.

I'm a ghost.

Get that guy, He's a fake! Get him!

I've got to make it.

Change my face.

Gotta look different.

Think of a face! Think of a face!

What the--

What did I do?

Why are you Guys trying to Finger me, huh?

I mean, what goes?

I didn't do Nothing to you guys.

Nothing, buddy.

We thought you Were somebody else.

Andy.

Andy!

Who?

Andy! Andy, what's The matter with you?

Oh, uh, Andy, yeah. Yeah, I get it, yeah.

Uh, what's new with you?

How's the, uh, Journalism business, huh?

What's the matter With you?

Something wrong With your mind?

You punchy, Andy?

Yeah, I'm punchy.

Why, am I supposed To recognize you?

Yeah.

I guess you would.

We, uh, we met Someplace before, huh?

That's right.

It was a long Time ago, though.

I don't remember You, old man. How Do I know you?

How do you know me?

As a son should Know his father.

What kind of a game Are you playing, Andy?

I'm your son?

You were.

You were before You ran out.

You were before You broke your Mother's heart.

Before you did Dirt to a sweet, Decent little girl

Who would have cut Off an arm for you.

But now you Ain't my son.

Now you ain't Nothing to me.

You're nothing.

I hate your guts.

Do you hear me? I hate your guts.

If things go down hard, You just walk away, Huh, Andy?

People get in your way You just step on them, Just kick them away, huh?

Hey, everybody, look, Look what we got here.

Andy Marshak! A dirty little punk!

Look at him, look at The dirty little punk! Everybody, look!

Spit in his mother's Eye, this one.

Ruined a girl's Life, this one.

Hurt people, all The time hurt people.

Hey, everybody, look!

Look at him!

Look at the punk.

Look at Andy Marshak.

Look at the monster.

Look at...my son!

[rattling of door handle]

That where you Generally stand, Behind the door?

When somebody I don't know Unlocks my door, yeah, That's where I stand.

Arch Hammer, huh? Detroit, Michigan.

I never been there.

Of course you haven't. Neither was Henry Ford.

You're down for A bunco rap, Hammer.

I gotta put you On the book.

You can make two Calls when you get To the station.

Can I get my coat?

Be my guest.

Where is it, Hammer? Up on the roof?

In the closet.

Let's go.

Hey, wait a minute!

What do you Think you're do--

I'm sorry. Did you see a guy Come out of there?

No.

Hey, old man.

You've got Such a debt, Andy.

You owe her For so many years.

You owe her for So many things.

And now, you Pay off, son.

Hey, now, Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

You got the wrong guy. I swear to you, you Got the wrong guy!

I got the right guy.

No, please. Please, wait.

Put the-put the Gun down now.

I'll show you. I'll show you, honest.

But I gotta think! I gotta concentrate!

Just put the gun Down. You'll see.

I gotta concentrate!

(male presenter) It was Arch Hammer, A cheap little man

Who had just checked in. He was Johnny Foster

Who played a trumpet and Was loved beyond words.

He was Virgil Sterig, With money in his pocket.

He was Andy Marshak,

Who got some of his Agony back on a sidewalk In front of a cheap hotel.

Hammer, Foster, Sterig, Marshak.

And all four of Them were dying.

(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.

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But a kind of lesson Not taught in schools.

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This is a story That takes place on The eve of doomsday.

We hope you'll join us On the twilight zone.

Thank you, and goodnight.

[eerie music]

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