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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.

The home of Mr. Gregory West, one of America's most noted playwrights.

The office of Mr. Gregory West.

Mr. Gregory West.

Shy, quiet, and at the moment, very happy.

Merry, warm, affectionate.

You really should be working, you know.

You're nagging me.

I'm only thinking of posterity.

Think of me instead.

Don't I always?

Yes, you do.

Dry enough?

We'll let the master decide.

Perfect, as always.

Are you describing yourself, Mr. West?

Let the mistress decide.

She's decided.

And the final ingredient, Mrs.

Gregory West.

Gregory?

Greg, not again.

I have to.

Gregory, I'm home, darling.

No, Greg.

What else can I do?

Are you working?

Are you so afraid?

I hope I'm not interrupting you.

Darling, I'll only be a moment. I just want to come in and kiss you.

Well, I didn't expect you...

What's

the matter, dear?

Something wrong?

You come your home so early, dear.

Didn't you like the movie?

No, not very much.

I just decided I'd come home early.

Have you, uh, been busy?

Oh, yes, yes, I got quite a bit done.

Did you?

Oh, I see you dropped a glass.

Oh, yes.

You looking for something, dear?

No, no. I just thought I'd see if your room needed to be cleaned.

I don't think so.

What are you doing, dear?

Honey, what are you doing?

Oh,

I am checking the wall.

what's that oh my scissors

gregory you

wouldn't by any chance have a uh a secret door in here would you

a secret door that's what i said darling a secret door well now what on earth

would i want with a secret door in here

Yes, whatever on earth for.

Are you all right,

Victoria?

Oh,

well, I don't know. I'm not too sure.

Really? As a matter of fact, I think I may be suffering from hallucinations.

Oh, you poor thing. You know, it's the strangest thing, but I was just standing

outside this window only a moment ago, right here.

You were?

Yes, I was.

And you'll never guess what I saw through that window, Gregory. Or at

least you'll never guess what I thought I saw.

I couldn't possibly guess.

I thought I saw a woman in your arms.

Did you?

Yes, isn't that just too ridiculous?

Oh,

listen, wouldn't you like to have me describe her to you? Oh, let me, let me.

She had masses of blonde hair and she wore one of those frumpy little blouses

with a kind of tacky little brooch at the bottom and one of those dreadful

sort of peasant skirts.

But the funny thing was that she handed you a drink.

Oh, such detail.

It's quite remarkable.

Yes, isn't it? Of course, if I had thought about it, darling, well, I would

have realized how ridiculous it was.

I mean, I would have realized if I'd thought about it for a minute that a man

of your great and extraordinary taste couldn't possibly be interested in such

a drab, ugly little creature.

Well, she's not so drab.

Uh-huh.

Didn't think I'd be home so early, did you?

Didn't think I'd be home the whole afternoon, did you? Thought you had me

fooled, didn't you? Well, let me tell you something, Gregory West. I've had my

eye on you for some time now. Didn't think I suspected the real reason for

why you were always sending me out of the house on one pretext than another,

did you? I must be alone to work, you said. The great and famous playwright.

The great and famous philanderer. Now, Victoria, look, I can explain. It's so

simple. Where is she? I can explain everything. Go ahead.

Well, now wait. Do you remember my play, Fury in the Night?

Oh, yes.

Dear, do you remember it? You remember the character, Philip Wainwright?

Gregor, just tell me one thing. What's her name?

What? What's her name? Mary, but that doesn't... Mary, how common. Oh, now,

Victoria, please, Victoria, just sit down here and listen to me. Let me

explain. I'm listening.

You know how sometimes I've told you that fictional characters come alive?

They come alive so vividly that they make decisions of their own. A

playwright may have worked out some kind of move for them, but they refuse to do

it. They will not accept anybody's... They become so strong that sometimes

they take over the whole story.

Gregory, I hardly see that this has anything... Please bear with me,

Victoria.

I've borne with you for years.

Philip Wainwright was the first one of my play characters to ever behave like

that. No matter what I had planned for him, he balked.

He refused.

He wouldn't accept any of my decisions.

He became alive with a will of his own.

You understand?

I understand that you're trying to change the subject.

I'm not. This is the subject.

Philip Wainwright became alive.

One night, when I was working here, right up here in my office,

Philip Wainwright walked in through that door.

Oh, Greg, now really.

Victoria, you've got to believe me. He walked in right through that door.

He came in here, and he sat down in that chair.

Alive, real flesh and blood man.

And I created him.

I am afraid that psychiatry is the next on the agenda.

You've got to believe me, Victoria.

Characters in my plays do come alive.

I've seen them. I've talked to them. I've even shaken hands with them. You

even made love to them, remember?

Yes. I mean, no!

Look, you know how I work.

I dictate dialogue and stage business into the tape recorder.

I describe any character I want, and if I do it well enough, they come to life.

To life, Victoria!

And I don't even have to describe the characters in my plays anymore.

I can describe any character I want.

You should be put away.

Now, you said that you saw Mary here, right? Oh, I saw her here all right.

Then how did she get out?

That's what I'm trying to find out.

She could not have gone out through the window.

You know there are no secret doors in here.

But I'm going to show you how she got out of here, because I want you to

understand.

I take my scissors.

I snip off the part of the tape on which she is described.

I roll the tape into a little ball.

I throw it into the fireplace, she's gone.

Uncreated.

I'm going to have you committed.

You've got to believe me now. You've got to. Now, what do you think you're doing?

Now, just a minute. I'm trying to save our marriage.

Don't waste your time.

I could describe a dog or a cat or any character you want, but I'm sure you

would prefer to see Mary, and I've created Mary so many times that she'll

be much more available.

I'll just bet she is. Give me the key, Gregory.

Her name is Mary.

She's 30 years old, 5 feet 6 inches tall, nicely built,

blonde hair, fair complexion, a simple...

Unassuming female, but with that quality of inner loveliness that brings real

beauty to a woman.

A tender, gentle woman.

An understanding woman.

She's dressed in a soft blouse, old-fashioned brooch, full skirt.

Her hair is attractively arranged.

She's coming up the front walk.

She's crossing the porch.

She's opening the front door.

She's closing it.

She's walking across the hall.

Good afternoon, Mrs. West.

Well? Why do you bring me here now?

Because, uh, oh, I'm sorry. Come in. Come in, Mary.

There's nothing to be afraid of, Mrs. West.

Do you believe me now, Victoria?

Tell you what I believe, Gregory.

I believe this is some sort of fiendish plot.

You let her out of here through a secret door. Then you tell me this ridiculous

story about bringing characters to life. Then you lock the door and pretend to

bring her back to life. Then she comes in the front door and tries to make me

believe that... You're trying to drive me insane, Gregory.

You want to have me committed.

The only reason I did this was because you were going to have me committed. You

want to have me committed so that you can get all of our property, so that you

can share our... property with this this i just wanted to show you is that why

you brought me just to show her now please try to understand mary after all

victoria is my wife not any longer i'm not not after this diabolic conspiracy

oh now victoria can't i do anything right no you haven't answered me greg

you don't really believe that i want to yes here we go again

don't let me out of here you monster

Gregory West, you let me out of here or I'm going to scream. I promise you, I'm

going to scream.

What for?

Again.

Why do you do this to me, Greg?

Well, I'm sorry, Mary, but what else can I do?

I just got here, Greg.

What else can I do?

That's all you ever say.

You wouldn't believe me, huh?

You've just got to make me show you, huh?

You've got to make me force poor Mary to leave again.

Victoria, sometimes I wonder.

Don't bring me back again, Greg.

Now, Mary.

Just don't.

I can't bear it any longer.

Oh.

Forgive me, Mary.

But she is my wife.

Where is she?

I told you.

Where is she?

You still don't believe me, huh?

Gregory, where did she go?

I told you.

I... uncreated her.

Oh, dear.

Now, don't you worry.

We won't let it happen anymore. I promise you I won't do it again.

The only reason I did it the first time was that, well, I was lonely.

Oh, don't you see, Victoria? You're so perfect. You're so impeccable. You're so

flawless. And, well, I was... I just felt inferior.

I wouldn't have created Mary. I didn't create her to insult you. I was lonely,

that was all. I wanted somebody to talk to.

Oh.

Someone that I'd feel comfortable with.

Not like a worm.

Well, you understand, don't you?

Oh, yes, I understand.

Oh, fine. We'll work it out. We'll work it out somehow. It's just that I feel so

inadequate compared with you.

Of course, that's really my fault. I guess I should have...

Now, don't try to stop me, Gregory.

Where are you going?

I'm going to the nearest lawyer, and I'm going to have you put away for the rest

of your unnatural life.

Away from tape recorders and away from me. I'm going to live all by myself in

perfect peace and harmony in this house, free of your diseased mind.

No, Victoria.

Yes, Victoria.

A giant red-eyed elephant is standing in my hallway and will not let her pass.

Oh, Gregory, don't be ridiculous.

Please get that elephant out of my hall.

Will you stay?

Yes.

are stark, staring, raving mad.

You shouldn't say those kind of things, Victoria.

Then you'll stay, hmm? You don't seriously think you're going to keep me

in this house now, do you?

Do you want me to do it again?

No!

No, no, I... I'll stay here for the moment.

But believe me, Gregory, the first opportunity I get, I'm going to have you

put away.

Believe me.

I believe you.

Well, I guess there's nothing else to do.

How long has that been there?

Oh, ever since you and I were married.

What is that?

What is this supposed to mean?

Now, Victoria, shall I put this back in the safe or shall I throw it in the

fire?

Gregory, you're not seriously trying to make me believe that... I am telling

you, Victoria.

Look at yourself.

Regal. Beautiful.

You could have any man in the world that you wanted.

Haven't you ever wondered how you happened to get stuck with me?

Well, I'm telling you, you're impeccable, flawless.

You're just the sort of wife that... I always used to think I wanted more than

anything else in the world.

Is this another one of your tawdry little tricks?

Now, why do you think I got so upset when you came back here a while ago? Not

because of Mary.

but because you came back against my will for the first time. For the first

time. Do you think you're frightening me?

No, I guess not.

Or you're beyond that.

I made you too strong.

I forgot to add a little human frailty.

Well, I asked for it.

I'll put this back in the safe. I've got... Gregory.

Would you like to know what I think of your childish nonsense?

Victoria!

Oh, Greg.

Greg, I feel so strange.

You don't mean that you were telling me the truth.

You were right.

I told her. I told her. She just wouldn't listen to me.

Her name? Her name is Mrs. Victoria West.

Why

not

leave well enough alone?

Her name is Mary.

Mrs. Mary West.

She's 35 feet, 6 inches tall.

Blonde hair.

Nicely built.

Clear complexion.

She's...

A plain, unassuming female with that inner quality of loveliness

that makes a woman truly beautiful.

She is dressed in a soft pink blouse, old-fashioned brooch, flowing skirt.

Her hair is attractively arranged.

She is in her husband's study, preparing him a drink.

We hope you enjoyed tonight's romantic story on the Twilight Zone.

At the same time, we want you to realize that it was, of course, purely

fictional. In real life, such ridiculous nonsense could never... Rod!

You mean you shouldn't say such things as nonsense and ridiculous?

Well, that's the way it goes.

Leaving Mr.

Gregory West still shy, quiet, very happy, and apparently in complete

control of the Twilight Zone.

Kimberly Clark invites you to watch Steve McQueen in Wanted, Dead or Alive,

Saturday nights over most of these same stations.