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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.

Let's see you pay for your drink

in your own inimitable fashion, huh?

A song, Denton.

How about it?

How dry I... Come on now. Come on.

Come on, Denton.

Get up.

Come on, Denton.

How dry I am

How dry I am

Charlie, can't you break that up? Nobody knows

I don't like it any more than you do.

The misery they give that guy out there.

How dry I am

Nobody cares

How dry I am

Come on, let's go in and have some music, men.

Portrait of a town drunk named Al Denton.

This is a man who's begun his dying early.

A long, agonizing route through a maze of bottles.

Al Denton,

who would probably give an arm or a leg or a part of his soul

to have another chance.

To be able to rise up and shake the dirt from his body

and the bad dreams that infest his consciousness.

In the parlance of the times,

this is a peddler.

A rather fanciful-looking little man

in a black frock coat.

And this is the third principal character of our story.

Its function,

perhaps to give Mr. Al Denton

his second chance.

How are you doing, Al?

How are you doing, Miss Smith?

You packing a gun now?

Well, this isn't mine.

I found it right over there.

Somebody must it dropped.

You were pretty good with a gun in your day, weren't you?

That was a long time ago, Miss smith.

Well, you know something?

This is the first time I've held a gun since...

I can't remember how long it's been.

Too much of that, isn't it?

Yep.

Why, Al?

Why do you have to drink so much?

I really don't know.

I just got the habit one day and kept to it.

Wait a minute, boys.

Here we go again, fellas.

Let's hear our little songbird.

Hey, Denton!

Three choruses of "How dry I am."

Let's hear it!

Al, don't do it.

He'll give me a drink, Miss smith.

The devil with him. I can give you one too

and you won't have to do that for it.

How dry I am

How dry I am

Nobody knows

How dry I...

All right. come on, rummy. go on and get your drink.

You've been a good boy.

Wait a minute, Denton.

Hey, gunner! Hey,

where did you get the artillery?

I... found it

I found it right over there in the street.

Is that a fact?

Bet it's a long time since you used one of those, rummy?

Yeah, a long time.

Maybe you could use it now.

Yeah. Maybe you could even outdraw me.

No, I wouldn't know how to use it anymore.

Let's see you try. Come on. You and me will draw.

All right, cut it out. It's not funny anymore.

Get away, Liz. We're having a showdown here.

Come on, gunner.

Oh, Dan, stop it!

- Dan, Liz is right. - Go on back to the bar, Charlie.

Can't you see we got private business here?

Listen, Dan.

Come on.

Come on out here.

Come on, rummy.

Come on!

I'm going to give you a break, rummy.

I'm going to do it left-handed.

Miss smith, tell him.

Please tell him, please.

Miss smith. Explain to him...

Miss smith.

Please tell him it was an accident. I don't want any trouble.

- Mr. Hotaling. - More like shooting, Al.

Come in and get a drink. It's on the house.

Did you get your eye back, Al? You been practicing or something?

I ain't seen shooting like that. Since I don't know when.

Against Hotaling too.

It isn't even mine.

Drinks on the house!

Hey, rummy!

Face me, Denton!

It was an accident, Mr. Hotaling.

I'm gonna get this right in your stomach.

Dan, give him a break.

I didn't mean to...

I didn't even mean to...

I didn't even mean to...

Mr. Denton, maybe you'd let us buy you a drink.

What did you call me?

Uh, I didn't mean no offense.

I just asked you what you called me.

Nothing. Nothing, Mr. Denton. I didn't call you anything.

That's what you called me. Mr. Denton.

He called me mister, Charlie.

Here you are, Al.

No, thanks.

I've had enough.

I think I'll go out and get a shave.

And don't call me rummy anymore!

Al!

I think everything's gonna be all right now. Understand?

Charlie says you're as good with a gun now as you ever were.

That's what Charlie says, huh?

I was good.

I was real good.

I was so good that once a day

someone would ride into town to make me prove it.

And every morning

I'd start my drinking a few minutes earlier

until one morning

the guy who asked me to prove it turned out to be 16 years old.

I left him there on his face

right there in front of the saloon.

I left him there, bleeding to death with my bullet in him.

I guess it'll start all over again now.

Every fast and fancy man who owns a gun

will come riding in down that street.

Only this time, it'll be me face down

bleeding to death.

I think I'll go in and get a shave.

I want to look proper on the day I die.

The Twilight Zone S01E03 Mr. Denton On Doomsday

A tall man.

Doesn't usually wear his gun.

Blond hair.

Who does that describe?

It describes a man named Al Denton.

He supposed to be top gun here.

Would that be you?

That would be me.

I got a message for you, Denton,

coming from Pete Grant.

Well, let's hear the message.

He'll be in town tomorrow night at 10:00.

He'll meet you over in the saloon.

You tell him,

you tell him there's no call.

Tell Mr. Grant I'll be there tomorrow night.

I'll wait for his pleasure.

It's just what it'll be.

It didn't take any time at all.

Just time enough for one shave.

Evening, Mr. Denton.

I can't use anything.

How's that?

I can't use anything.

You're a peddler, aren't you?

Oh, yes. Dealer in everything.

Utensils, herbs, medicine,

liniments and tonics.

Farm implements,

clothing,

and potions.

Oh, yes. Potions.

Kind of a sideline, you might say.

Fate's the name. Henry J. Fate.

And you're Al Denton. And you're running away.

You shouldn't, you know.

You shouldn't run away.

I shouldn't.

Yeah. I guess you're right.

I shouldn't run away.

I should stay here and get shot to death.

I guess that's what I should do.

Curse this thing.

Curse the moment I found it.

No, no, no.

Don't curse it, Mr. Denton. Use it.

Here.

This is one of my potions.

You might call it that, or an elixir.

Either way, it'll help solve your problem, Mr. Denton.

I call that my fast gun developer.

Man who drinks that becomes the fastest of the fast.

You'll be able to shoot a hole through a sliver dollar in mid-air

at a hundred feet or better without even aiming.

It's guaranteed to last for 10 seconds.

10 seconds?

And after that?

Well, after that, the user's on his own.

Here. Try it.

Well, test the merchandise, so to speak. go ahead.

Proof of the pudding.

Go ahead. Drink it.

There's your target, Mr. Denton.

Go ahead. Draw on it.

Draw on it!

6, 7, 8, 9, 10.

There you go, Mr. Denton.

Now that gun probably wouldn't be anymore use to you

than a bottle would be to a bull.

Drink this. A few seconds after 10:00 in the night.

Just at the moment Mr. Grant walks into the saloon.

How much do I owe you?

Oh, there's no charge for this.

You might call this...

just a service. That's what it is.

Just a service of Henry J. Fate.

Just so you might remember sometime

the night fate stepped in.

You want a drink, Al?

How about you, doc?

That would be Grant.

You Denton?

That's right.

I hear you're supposed to be fast.

You got a good chance to find out.

I aim to.

Step away from the bar, please, Mr. Denton.

And draw.

This is a push, boys. No winner.

Yeah, you won't be shooting anymore with that hand, Al.

Not anymore.

Couple of fingers are going to be stiff, too.

But that don't make any difference.

The way you stood up there,

that will be something to tell your grandchildren about.

And the way it looks now, you'll live to have some.

Just like me.

You'll never be able to fire a gun again in anger.

You're blessed, son.

We've both been blessed.

He's lucky.

He learned it early.

Did you get him, Pete?

No more than he got me.

Mr. Henry Fate,

dealer in utensils and pots and pans, liniments and potions.

A fanciful little man in a black frock coat

who can help a man climbing out of a pit

or another man from falling into one.

Because, you see, fate can work that way

in The Twilight Zone.

Rod Serling, the creator of Twilight Zone

will tell you about next week's story

after thls word from our alternate sponsor.

And now, Mr. Serling.

This motion picture projector and this film

provide a background on next week's story

when a most distinguished actress

takes a journey into The Twilight Zone.

Miss Ida Lupino stars in The 16 Millimeter Shrine,

a haunting story of a haunted woman

that I think you'll find interesting and perhaps shocking.

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

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