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[eerie music]

(male narrator)
You are about to enter
Another dimension

A dimension not only of sight
And sound, but of mind

A journey into a wondrous
Land of imagination.

Next stop, the twilight zone.

[organ grinder plays
East side, west side]

[humming]

(male narrator)
In the parlance
Of the 20th century,

This is an oddball.

His name is James b.W. Bevis

And his tastes lean toward
Stuffed animals, zither music

Professional football,
Charles Dickens, moose heads,

Carnivals, dogs, children
And young ladies.

Mr. Bevis is accident-prone,
A little vague,

A little discombooberated,
With a life that possesses

All the security
Of a floating crap game.

But this can be said
Of our Mr. Bevis:

Without him, without his
Warmth, without his kindness,

The world would be
A considerably poorer place,

Albeit perhaps
A little saner.

[whistling]

Hey.

[ciicking teeth]

[whistling]

Hi, Michelle.

Good morning,
Mr. Bevis.

Why not, Mr. Bevis?

Why not?

Okay.

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

[laughing]

Hey, Tony.

Lovely morning,
Ain't it?

Thanks, Tony.

(male narrator)
Should it not
Be obvious by now,

James B.W. Bevis
Is a fixture

In his own private,

Optimistic, hopeful
Little world.

A world which
Has long ceased
Being surprised by him.

[whistles]

Hey, come on!
Come on!

[engine starting]

[backfiring]

James B.W. Bevis--

On whom dame fortune
Will shortly turn
Her back

But not before
She gives him a
Paste in the mouth.

Mr. James B.W. Bevis,
Just one block away

From the twilight zone.

Will you please
Tell the gentleman

Who occupies this--
This museum and
Livestock exhibit

I should like
To see him

When he finally deigns
To report for work.

[ticking]

[tsk, sighs]

Hi, Earl. Hi, Dwayne.

Hi, Maude.

Morning.

Hi, Margaret.

Uh, Mr. Bevis

Mr. Peckinpaugh
Wants to see you.

Oh.

Thanks.

(Peckinpaugh)
I'll be
Brief, Bevis.

You keep a ledger
Like an ape.

Your desk is an affront
To any orderly symmetry.

Your eccentricities are
Beyond any understanding.

Your bringing zither music
To play during the afternoon.

Your hiring
Christmas carolers

To serenade the office
During our busiest hour--

Thanks.

The sack, Mr. Bevis?

The sack.

This is the sixth
Job I've lost this
Year, Margaret.

Well, the best-laid
Plans of mice and
Men... And Bevis.

I'll help
You pack,
Mr. Bevis.

I was building this
For one of the kids.

It's old ironsides--
The constitution.

Well, she won't
Get launched today.

Old ironsides
Will get launched.

You'll get another job.

You always have.

The only job I've held
For more than six months

Was during the second
World war when I was
In the navy.

Here. This is me
Next to the Fantail.

Oh, he's fat,
Isn't he?

That's the
Bos'n's mate.

This is the Fantail.

[loud crashing]

[tires screeching]

Yours?

Does it do
This often?

Well, it never
Has before.

It's always
Been kind of like
An old friend to me.

Well, I'll phone
For the tow truck.

Do that.

Officer, you wouldn't
Be interested

In purchasing
A Rickenbacker,
Would you?

It's a late '24.

No, thanks.

I kinda got
My eye on a
'27 Maxwell.

But I'm gonna
Wait until the new
Models come out

Because that way
I can get a
Better deal.

Officer, did you ever
Have one of those days?

Not like this.

(Bevis)
Hi, bud.

Oh. Hello,
Mrs. Chetfield.

That's right, Bevis.

You're being evicted.

Six weeks in arrears
On your rent

And that's it, as far
As I'm concerned.

(bartender)
You said you
Wanted something

To fortify a man in the
Darkest hour of his life.

Are them it?

[slurring]
"Those" are it.

You can't use "Them"
In the nominative case.

Live and learn, huh?

Yep, live and learn.

Bartender!

You all
Right, bud?

Would you
Kindly tell me

What are
The ingredients
Of this drink?

You said you wanted
To get fortified, pal.

I put
Everything in there
But atomic energy.

Does that explain why
I can see him in
The mirror

But I can't see him
In the booth?

See who?

"Whom." objective case.

(man)
Quite right,
Mr. Bevis--

Whom. Objective case.

Well, Mr. Bevis,
We meet at last, eh?

That's very nice.

And who might you be?

Whom. Objective case.

The name,

For purposes
Of identification,

Is J. Hardy Hempstead.

I'm your
Guardian angel.

This is my friend,
Mr. J. Hardy Hempstead.

See what he's having.

Him?

And a happy
Thanksgiving to you.

Well, cheers,
Mr. Hempstead

And to
Better days.

Oh, aren't
You drinking?

Now then, you were
Saying you were my--
What was it?

Your guardian angel.

Mr. Bevis,

Here's the way
The cookie crumbles.

Several hundred years ago

One of your ancestors

Performed an act
Of great courage.

Part of his reward
Was to have a guardian angel

Assigned to one
Of his descendants

In each generation.

Current subject:
James B.W. Bevis--

That's you.

Mr. Bevis,
In the past
Few generations

I've handled
Some extremely
Solid citizens

Among your progenitors.

For instance,

Magellan Bevis--

An intrepid explorer
Of the 16th century.

Parnell Bevis--

A member of the
British parliament

Who fought for home rule
Against insurmountable odds.

And more recently,
Gunner Lou Bevis

The first marine
To hit the beach
At Nicaragua.

That's Uncle Louie!

I tell you what,
Look, look

Look, I'll close my
Eyes real tight and
You disappear

And then go away and
Haunt somebody else.

I am not a figment
Of your imagination.

As of now, you are
Being watched over

By the
Same guardian angel,
J. Hardy Hempstead,

Your obedient servant.

Watched over?

Watched over--

Assisted by
Minor miracles
From time to time

Given small
Heavenly aids

When the
Situation calls
For them.

Getting it, Mr. Bevis?

Watched over.

Now today you had

A very
Uncomfortable time.

You were fired

From what was
Your 11th job
In 18 months.

Mr. Peckinpaugh didn't
Like zither music.

I can't say
I blame him for that

But that's
Neither here
Nor there.

I can reconstitute
The whole day, Mr. Bevis,

So that its final upshot

Will be exactly opposite
To what it was.

So let's go back
To this morning

And start all
Over again, hm?

You mean, I
Can have the day
To live over again

And it won't be
The way it was?

Definitely not.
We'd change some aspects.

Inevitably, we'd
Have to change

Certain characteristics
Of your own.

Your clothes,
For instance,
Mr. Bevis.

Are you serious?

I look like
An undertaker!

That may well be.

But if you
Want the day
To end differently

You're going
To have to be
Different yourself.

Let's go.
There isn't
Much time.

I want to thank you

For taking this
Trouble with me

Mr. Hempstead,
Whoever you are.

[organ grinder plays
East side, west side]

Hey!

[dog barks
And growis]

Hi, Michelle.

Good morning.

Uh-uh-uh.

That nonsense is
For the old Bevis.

You are the
New Bevis.

[sighs]

Coming, Mr. Hempstead?

Oh, yes, yes.

I'm coming, Mr. Bevis.

Mrs. Chetfield--

Good morning there,
Mr. Bevis.

Look, about the rent--

I found it
In the box.

Three weeks
In advance.

You're a wonderful,
Wonderful roomer,
Mr. Bevis.

Okay there, boys!
Let's go!

I'm ready, pass
It right over here.

Yes, right there,
Right in there.

Right there...

Hey, Tony!
[laughs]

How are you, Tony?

Well, where's my apple?

For free,
I give-a
Nobody nothing.

Bananas!

Bananas!

What are you
Looking for?

My car,
My Rickenbacker.

Correction. You
Don't drive
A Rickenbacker.

That's your car.

That little thing?

Well, gee, do
You think it fits?

Mr. Bevis,
Live it up,
Will you?

But have
You ever driven
A 1924 Rickenbacker?

My dear Bevis,

I've driven
A chariot
With 11 horses.

I'm the guy responsible
For Ben Hur winning.

And the old Rickenbacker
Went out with the
Old Bevis.

You're a different
Person now!

No more bowties.

No more
Zither music.

No more Christmas
Carolers in the office.

Though the
Latter idiosyncrasy

Met with some approval
From the organization.

Shall we, Mr. Bevis?

[tires screech]

Sorry, pal.

You'll get on to it.

Look, somebody
Cleared off
My desk.

Nothing of the kind.

You'll see.

'morning. 'morning.

Maude.

'morning. 'morning.

Margaret?

Good morning,
Mr. Bevis.

What happened
To the clock I
Won at the carnival?

Where's the ship
I was building?

What ship?

I don't know
What you're
Talking about.

Ah!

Good morning, Bevis.

Associates--
Associates, one moment.

I want you all to share
This bit of good news.

As of this moment,
Mr. James B.W. Bevis

Has been given
A raise in salary.

$10 a week, starting
From this very moment.

And I might add,
Your work has
Been admirable.

Since you've
Been here
For 11 months

I think it's time
You got a raise.

A raise,
Mr. Peckinpaugh?

Quite right, Bevis.
Quite right.

Well, Mr. Peckinpaugh--

Yes, Bevis?

But Mr. Peckinpaugh, what
About the zither music?

What about
The Christmas carols?

I don't know
What you're
Talking about.

Mr. Bevis,
You no longer
Have an interest

In zither music
Or Christmas carolers

Or any of
That nonsense.

Oh.

"Oh," what, Bevis?

Nothing, nothing,
Mr. Peckinpaugh.

Ah.

It--it looks... Nude!

It doesn't look decent.

I'm going to go
Get a little air.

I got a raise.

Things are
Really looking up
For you, aren't they?

Yeah, I guess
They are.

Where are
You going?

Oh, I'm going to go out
And get a little air.

Or I may go
Over to my place

And play football
With the kids in
The street.

Mr. Bevis.

Yeah?

They won't
Play with you.

Uh, not anymore.

You're not
The same Bevis.

I see.

Bevis!

What do you say
We level, hmm?

Now, what is it
That you really want?

You know,
For a fellow
Like you

A $10 raise is the most
That even I can
Get for you.

To use the
Vernacular, Bevis

Frankly, I
Don't dig you.

I'm used to Bevises
With big dreams

Gigantic hopes,
Fantastic aspirations--

Magellan Bevis,
Sailing around the horn;

Parnell Bevis, standing
Alone in parliament

Thundering out
His convictions ;

Gunner Lou Bevis,
Semper fidelis.

"Over the top, boys.

"Nobody lives forever.

Let's go!"

Look, Mr. Hempstead,

I don't like
To appear ungracious

But, well,
The things
I like

The things I believe in,
I know they're odd

But they are worth
Considerably more

Than $10 a week.

So I'm to take it
That you prefer
The bowtie

And old ironsides, hmm?

I'm afraid that seems
To be the case.

You realize it's going
To be the way it was--

No job, no car,
No place to live?

Well, it's been
That way before.

[deep sigh]

It's complicated,
Is it?

Hardly.

Take a good look.

Won't be around
Very long.

The cars will
Hook bumpers

Just as it
Was ordained
They should.

Better get it
Over with.

Here comes Peckinpaugh.

This time he won't be
Talking about a raise.

It doesn't make a bit
Of difference.

Not a bit of difference.

(Peckinpaugh)
Would you kindly
Tell the gentleman

Who occupies this museum
And livestock exhibit

That I should like
To see him

When he finally
Deigns to report
To work.

Hi, Harry. Hi, Gwen.

Hi, Maude. Harriet.

Hi, Margaret.

Mr. Bevis,
Mr. Peckinpaugh
Wants to see you.

Oh.
Thanks.

You feel fortified
Now, pal?

I certainly do.

You know, I lost
My job today.

And my car,

And I was evicted.

But you know what?

I love zither music
And model shipbuilding

And if you can't bring kids

Into an office at Christmastime

To sing carols

Then what's the point
Of being alive?

Beats me.

Well, there is
No point.

[shouts]
No point at all!

Now, I'm gonna go out

And try to find myself
Another job,

And I'm gonna find myself
An apartment,

And then I'm gonna start
Finishing old ironsides

For a little kid,
Eight years old,
With a dirty face

Who happens to love
Model shipbuilding

Just the same as I do.

$5.00, pal.

Still with me, huh,
Mr. Hempstead?

Officer, officer,um...

Your car, mister?

Well, I-I-I...

We take a dim view
Of parking

In front
Of a hydrant.

Still with me, huh,
Mr. Hempstead?

(hempstead)
Still with you,
Mr. Bevis.

Still with you.

[backfires]

(male narrator)
Mr. James B.W. Bevis,

Who believes in a magic
All his own

The magic of a child's smile.

The magic of liking
And being liked.

The strange
And wondrous mysticism

That is a simple act
Of living.

Mr. James B.W. Bevis,
Specie of 20th century male,

Who has his own private
And special twilight zone.

(male presenter)
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,
You'll see our
Friends here,

Along with Anne Francis
And Elizabeth Allen

In one of the
Strangest stories

We've yet presented
On the twilight zone.

It's called
"The After Hours"

And concerns
The shadowy time

When normal people
Go back to their homes

And concurrently,
What happens to those

Who are perhaps
Not quite so normal

Or perhaps
Not quite so human.

Intriguing? I think
You'll find it so,

Next week,
On the twilight zone.

[eerie music]

(male presenter, off)
Kimberly Clark invites you

To watch
Steve McQueen

In "Wanted Dead or Alive."

Saturday nights over
Most of these
Same stations.