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[eerie music]

(male narrator) 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.

I want Jake Ross' Secretary, please.

Williams, we're Still waiting

For your Mr. Ross.

I'm trying to get him Right now, sir.

Joanie, where is he?

I know he's Out to lunch

But we got a conference Called here for 2:00.

It's now 2:30. Now, where is he?

All right, Check around.

Call Sardi's East Or The Colony

And tell him To get himself

Over here in a hurry.

Well, where Is your protege

With the $3 million Automobole account?

He's due at any moment, Mr. Misrell.

Probably a Big lunch crowd Or something.

Don't be An idiot.

More likely, A big martini

Or three or Four of them.

He was too young to Put on this account.

I told you that.

I kept telling you that!

He's much too young

To put on this large And important account.

[knock at door]

We have now

Been here 34 minutes, Mr. Williams.

This is a communication From Jake Ross.

Would you be so kind As to share

Its contents With us?

I can give you The sense of it, Mr. Misrell.

This is Jake Ross's resignation.

He's moving over To another agency.

And?

He's taking The automobile Account with him.

That account represented A gross billing

In the neighborhood Of $3 million a year!

And how Many times

Have you promised It to me?

[clears throat]

This is as much A shock to me

As it is to you, Mr. Misrell.

Don't sit down

And don't con me.

It was your pet project.

Your pet project!

Then it was your Idea to give it

To that little College greenie.

Now, get With it, Williams.

Get with it, boy!

So what's left, Williams?

Not only Has your pet Project backfired

But it sprouted wings And left the premises.

I'll tell you what's Left to us, in my view--

A deep and abiding concern About your judgment in men.

This is a push Business, Williams.

A push, push, Push business! [thudding]

Push and drive!

But personally--

You don't delegate Responsibilities to Little boys.

You should Know it

Better than Anyone else.

A push, push, Push business, Williams.

It's push, Push, push [thudding]

All the way, All the time!

It's push, push, push, All the way, all the time

Right on down the line!

Fat boy, why Don't you shut Your mouth!

Mr. Williams, Messages are On the desk.

There's some Hot coffee here. Can I bring you some?

No, no, thanks.

Well, want Anything at all?

Yeah, a Sharp razor

And a chart of The human anatomy

Showing where all The arteries are.

(male narrator) This is Gart Williams, age 38,

A man protected By a suit of armor

All held together By one bolt.

Just a moment ago, Someone removed the bolt

And Mr. Williams' protection Fell away from him

And left him a naked target.

He's been cannonaded This afternoon

By all the Enemies of his life.

His insecurity Has shelled him ;

His sensitivity Has straddled him With humiliation;

His deep-rooted disquiet About his own worth

Has zeroed in on him,

Landed on target And blown him apart.

Mr. Gart Williams, Ad agency exec

Who in just A moment will move Into the twilight zone

In a desperate search For survival.

[train bell clanging]

How are You tonight, Mr. Williams?

In the absolute pink.

Cold winter This year.

Seems to get Darker earlier Than it ever has.

Well, that's the Way of the world.

The rich get richer

And the days Get shorter.

That's right.

(misrell) A push, push, Push business!

Push and drive!

It's push, push, push All the way, all The time

Right on down the line!

That's enough.

[dog barking]

(male conductor) Willoughby! This Stop is Willoughby!

Willoughby!

This stop Is Willoughby!

What do you Mean, Willoughby?

Where is Willoughby?

That's Willoughby Right outside.

Now, wait a minute.

What's going on?

There's no stop on this line Called Willoughby.

And look at it outside.

The sun is out, It's summer.

That's what she Is, mid-July.

A real warm One, too.

Wait a minute, it's November.

What's going on here anyway?

Where is this place?

Where is Willoughby?

Willoughby, sir?

That's Willoughby Right outside.

Willoughby. July. Summer.

It's 1888.

Really a lovely Little village.

You ought to Try it sometime.

Peaceful, restful,

Where a man can Slow down to a walk

And live his Life full-measure.

Willoughby!

This stop Is Willoughby!

Willoughby!

This stop Is Willoughby!

[cars rumbling]

(conductor) Westport Saugatuck Next stop!

Westport Saugatuck!

Have a good sleep, Mr. Williams?

Yeah.

Yeah, I had a good sleep, But an idiotic dream.

Idiotic.

You ever hear of a town Called Willoughby?

Willoughby? Willoughby where?

Willoughby, Connecticut, Or Willoughby, New York.

Not on this run.

No Willoughby On the line.

Westport Saugatuck Next stop!

Westport Saugatuck!

And what are your plans For this evening?

To get quietly plastered

And then sing Old college songs?

It's been one Of those days.

I know all about it.

Bob Lair's wife Called me.

She told me he'd been In the meeting with you.

You got... You got Hysterical or something?

She called to find Out how you were.

They were all Very solicitous

All the boys At the meeting.

That free-flowing Compassion

That is Actually relief.

I'm the victim, Not them.

They've mistaken An intake of breath

For an outpouring Of sympathy.

Would you spare me Your little homilies now?

Please, and Just give me

A simple and direct And honest answer.

Did you wreck a Career this afternoon?

Did you throw Away a job?

It appears not.

Misrell phoned before I left the office.

He has found it In that great

Over-sized heart of His to forgive.

This somewhat obese, Gracious gentleman

Will allow me to Continue in His employ

Because he's such a-- Human-type fellow

With the Small, insignificant

Parenthetic additional reason

That if I were to go To a competitive agency

I might possibly take a Lot of business with me.

Go on.

That's it.

That's all Of it.

Oh, I'm Tired, Janie.

I'm tired, And I'm sick.

Well, then you're On the right ward.

We specialize in people

That are sick. And tired, too, Gart.

I'm sick, And I'm tired

Of a husband who lives In permanent self-pity

With a heart Bleeding sensitivity

That he unfurls Like a flag

Whenever he decides The competition is--

Is a little too Rough for him.

Some people aren't built For competition, Janie

Or big, Pretentious houses They can't afford

Or rich communities They don't feel Comfortable in

Or country clubs They wear around Their neck

Like a badge Of status.

And you'd prefer--?

I'd prefer Though never Asked before

A job, any job, Any job at all

Where I could Be myself!

Where I wouldn't Have to climb On a stage

And go through A masquerade every Morning at nine,

And mouth all The dialog

And play The executive

And make believe I'm the bright, Young man

Who's on His way up

Because I'm not That person, Janie.

You've tried to Make me that person

But that isn't me. That isn't me At all.

I'm--

I'm a Not-very-young

Soon-to-be-old

Very uncompetitive, Rather dull

Quite uninspired, Average-type guy.

With a wife who Has an appetite.

And just where Would you be

If it weren't For my appetite?

I know where I'd like to be.

Where's that?

A place Called Willoughby.

A little town I've manufactured In a dream.

Tell me about Your dream, Gart.

It was an odd dream, Very odd dream.

Willoughby.

It was summer, very warm.

Kids were barefooted.

One of them had a fishing pole.

It all looked like A Currier & Ives painting.

Bandstand, bicycles, wagons.

I've never seen Such--serenity.

It was the way people must Have lived a hundred Years ago.

Crazy dream.

Yeah.

You let me know when You wake up, huh, Gart?

No, wait, Janie.

Please, Janie.

You know What the trouble With you is, Gart?

You were just Born too late.

Because you're A guy

That could Be satisfied

With a Summer afternoon

Or an Ice wagon

Being drawn By a horse.

So it's my Mistake, pal, My error

My miserable, tragic error To get married to a man

Whose big dream in life Is to be Huckleberry Finn.

Yeah, maybe.

Something like that.

A place, a time where A man can live his Life full-measure.

That's what He said, that's--

What that conductor said,

A place where a man Can live his life Full-measure.

(modern conductor) Willoughby?

What?

Last week You asked me

About a town Called Willoughby.

Well, I Looked it up.

Every old timetable I could find.

No such place, As far as I Could see.

Thanks.

It was a dream, Is all.

Probably was.

Stamford next stop!

Next stop, Stamford!

[train horn blaring]

Stamford! Stamford Next stop!

Stamford!

Next stop, Stamford!

Stamford, next stop!

(conductor of the past) Willoughby!

This stop Is Willoughby!

Willoughby!

This stop Is Willoughby!

Willoughby, sir.

Willoughby?

Yes, sir, Willoughby.

Willoughby!

All on For Willoughby!

Willoughby! This Stop is Willoughby!

[band playing Camptown races]

Conductor!

Conductor!

Conduc--!

You all right, Mr. Williams?

Yeah, yeah.

Sure, I'm all right.

Willoughby.

Next time--

Next time, I'm going to get off.

I'm going to get off At Willoughby.

(Misrell over phone) What we need Here, Williams,

Is a show with zaz.

An entertainer With moxie.

We've got to take The audience by The ears

And give 'em A yank,

Jar 'em, Rock 'em,

Give 'em the ol' Push push push.

I understand, Mr. Misrell.

It's gotta Be bright.

Bright with A patter.

That's it, comedy.

And everything Push push push.

Of course, now It's gotta Be bright.

Push push push.

That's the kind of Show the client Will like.

I understand, Mr. Misrell. I understand.

Tomorrow morning, I want at least a Preliminary idea for the show.

You know What I want.

Just a rough Format with a Few details

As to how we integrate The commercials with in The body of the show.

I understand, Mr. Misrell.

I'll do the Best I can.

Do more Than you can.

Aspire. Dream big And then get Behind it.

Push push Push push!

Yes, sir!

[phone rings]

Yes?

Well, I haven't seen The ratings on the show.

No, no.

Well, that's The time slot The sponsor wanted.

[phone rings]

Hang on a minute.

Yes?

They what?

Hold on a second.

Helen.

Helen!

What film office Did the commercials On the Bradbury account?

The negatives Are all scratched,

They're screaming Bloody murder!

I'll have To check, sir.

Mr. Misrell wants To see you.

I'll have to Check it out.

Mr. Misrell, sir.

I'll tell you when I know something.

Mr. Williams! Mr. Misrell

Seemed very insistent.

[voices chattering On phones]

Mr. Williams!

Mr. Williams! Mr. Misrell!

Push, push, push, Williams!

Push, push, Push, Williams!

Get with it, boy!

Push, push, Push, Williams!

Push, push, push, Williams!

Push, push, Push, Williams!

Will you Get me Westport, Connecticut, please?

Capital 7-9899.

Yes, please.

Janie, this Is Gart, honey.

I'm coming home.

Will you stay there?

I just--I just Want you to Stay there.

No, honey, Listen, please.

I've had it, understand?

I've had it!

I just can't take this Another day, not Another hour.

This is it, right now.

I've got to Get out of here.

Janie, will you Help me, please?

Will you Please help me?

[click]

Janie?

How are You tonight, Mr. Wi lliams?

[train horn blares]

(conductor) Stamford next stop!

Stamford!

Next stop, Stamford!

Next stop Stamford!

Stamford next stop!

Stamford!

Next stop, Stamford!

Next stop--

... Is Willoughby!

Willoughby!

Next stop Is Willoughby!

Willoughby?

Yes, sir.

[band playing Oh, Susannah]

Hi, Mr. Williams.

Hi, boys.

You catch some Big ones today, huh?

I think tomorrow I'll join you.

Plenty of room And lots of fish.

[band playing Beautifui Dreamer]

[birds chirping]

Hiya, Mr. Williams.

Welcome.

Thank you.

Thank you, I'm glad to be here.

(man) Just jumped off The train, did h?

Shouted something About Willoughby.

Then ran out To the platform

And that was the Last I saw of him.

Doctor says He must have Died instantly.

They're gonna take him Into town for an autopsy.

Funeral parlor there Sent the ambulance.

Poor fellah.

(narrator) Willoughby?

Maybe it's wishful thinking

Nestled in a hidden part Of a man's mind

Or maybe it's the last stop In the vast design of things.

Or perhaps, for a man Like Mr. Gart Williams

Who climbed in a world That went by too fast

It's a place around the bend Where he could jump off.

Willoughby?

Whatever it is, it comes With sunlight and serenity

And is a part of The twilight zone.

(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.

In this library, A certain professor Sells things.

Ointments, salves, powders,

Sovereign remedies, nectars,

Concoctions, decoctions, And potions all guaranteed.

Next week he'll Sell one to a loverboy

So that he can slip An affectionate mickey

Into the champagne Of his lady love.

It sets up A most bizarre

And very unexpected Chain of events.

On the twilight zone Next week,

The Chaser.

[curtain 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.