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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 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.

The place is here, the time is now,

and the journey into the shadows that we're about to watch, could be our journey.

Say, I noticed there is a town just 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've got 2 dollars and 85 cents, American money.

Sure, American money.

Well, we've got that much settled. I'm an American.

You see, there is some question about my identity.

Let me put it to you this way... I'm not sure who I am.

But I've got 2 dollars 85 cents and I'm hungry. That much is established.

2 dollars 85 cents 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 in sleep or something but,

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 just that...

It just that I don't seem to remember who I am.

It's real oddball thing

but when I woke up this morning at...

Well, I didn't exatly wake up. I just...

I just found myself out on that road walkng.

Amnesia, isn't that what they call it?

Well that must be what I got.

Cause I just don't remember a thing.

I can't seem to find anybody to ask.

You're the first person I've seen.

Look, I really don't want you to be frightened or anything,

but I was wondering if there's a doctor or...

I'm terribly sorry Madame.

I can assure you that at no time did I mean to be so upsetting.

As a matter of fact...

I've always had a 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, operat...

Hello. Operator!

Operator!

-This is the Special Operator.

- The number you have reached... - Operator, look.

- ... is not a working number. - I just wondered if anybody down there could tell me.

-Please make sure that you have the right number and are dialing it correctly. -Operator.

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. Operator, look.

All I want to know is where I am.

Look please can you... Op.

Abel, Adams, Alan, Atman....

Good, boys, where are you? Where do you boys live? Just in this book?

Baker, Bargman, Blod, Belmont.

Oh, gang. who's watching the store?

Who's watching any of the stores?

All right. Who's the wise guy?

Who locked the door?

It's a great gag.

How about a hand, sombody?

A little assistance! How about it?!

This is an absolutely hysterical town,

and I'm growing very fond of it.

This isn't funny any more.

I don't like this jazz. It's getting dull.

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.

Where is everybody?!

The Twilight Zone S01E01 Where Is Everybody?

Anybody want a sundae?

I'm sorry, old buddy, I don't recollect the name.

The face is vaguely familar, 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 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?

That'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.

Well, 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.

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 bomb...

That must've been it, a bomb.

But if there was a bomb everything would be destroyed. Nothing is destroyed.

Hey!

Who's up there?! Who's running the pictures?!

Who's up there?!

Who's running the pictures?!

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. - Please somebody help me Somebody's looking at 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 it now.

Fine. Did you get all the data recorded?

Yes, sir. Every bit of it.

Did you get a timing on him?

484 hours, 36 minutes.

Good.

I want to have a look at all the data as soon as compiled. I want to see the reaction chart on him, too

Yes, sir.

- Oh, the press, sir. - Oh, yes, sir.

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.

And this was a simulated trip to the moon? Is that right, General?

For all intent and purpose, yes.

What about these wires attached to him?

Eletrodes.

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 or 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 5 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.

How do you feel, son?

Feel much better, sir.

- I'm sorry about toward the end. - 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 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 can't simulate.

That's a very basic need.

Man's hunger for companionship.

The barrier of loneliness.

That's one thing we haven't 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 won't 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."

In a moment, Rod Serling will tell you about next week's 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."

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