Original subtitles

[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.

[trumpet playing]

(male narrator, off) Joey Crown, musician With an odd, intense face,

Whose life is a quest For impossible things.

Like flowers in concrete,

Or like trying to pluck A note of music out Of the air

And put it under Glass to treasure.

[music stops, Applause]

Hi, Joey!

Hi, Baron!

Listen, I, uh--

I brought along My baby,

I thought You might need Somebody with a horn.

Uh, not tonight, Joey.

The last time you Played trumpet for me,

You loused it up.

I had to share You with a bottle.

A bottle? Me?

I forgot what The stuff tastes like.

Six, seven months, I'm way up on The wagon.

Sure, Joey, sure.

What am I? Some kind Of kook?

Look, Baron, I know What that stuff Does to me, but--

I ain't an old man.

Me and the horn, We got a lot of Years left.

I could be a Number one boy.

What am I gonna do? Chuck it away on Some bum habit?

Listen, I--

It's a pretty Mellow horn.

I got some nice Music in here.

You know yourself, When I pick it up And I blow it,

I can make 'em cry!

What do You say, Baron?

Don't do it.

For old times, Joey, huh?

For old times When you had it.

A magic horn.

Harry James And Max Kaminsky,

And butterfield, A little bit of All of 'em, baby!

You traded it off For some bad hooch

And you got took.

You got the crummy End of the stick! Why, Joey, why?

Because I'm sad,

Because I'm nothing,

Because I'll live and die In a crummy one-roomer

With dirty walls And cracked pipes.

I'll never even Have a girl.

I'll never be anybody.

Half of me Is this horn.

I can't even Talk to people, Baron,

'cause this horn, That's half my language.

But when I'm drunk, Baron,

Oh, when I'm drunk, boy,

I don't see The dirty walls Or the cracked pipes,

I don't know The clock's going,

That the hours Are going by,

'cause then I'm Gabriel.

Oh, I'm--I'm Gabriel With a golden horn.

And when I put it To my lips, it--

Comes out jewels.

It comes out a symphony--

Comes out the smell of--

Of fresh flowers in summer.

Comes out beauty.

Beauty.

When I'm drunk, Baron.

Only when I'm drunk.

Just plain ordinary nothing.

Oh, man, I'm--

I'm tired Of hanging around.

[melancholy melody]

[high squeaky note]

[repeats melody]

[high squeaky note]

(male narrator) Joey Crown, musician With an odd, intense face,

Who in a moment Will try to leave The earth

And discover The middle ground,

The place we call The twilight zone.

Back again, huh, Joey?

Hi, Nate.

This time I'm selling it.

Eight and a half.

Eight and a Half--? Alright.

Eight and a half.

Sign it.

I got enough Instruments now to Equip Sousa's band.

I need another bugle Like I need my Taxes raised.

[cash register rings]

Don't worry, I ain't gettin' That price so fast.

I got an overhead Too, you know!

Guys like you, you Don't understand that.

What kind Of responsibilities Somebody like you got, hm?

Nothin', nothin' at all.

Yeah.

Nothin'.

Nothin' at all.

No responsibilities.

No nothing.

[truck horn blares]

Look, officer, I assure you,

I'm not what you Would call drunk, You see.

You can ask Officer Flaherty who's Usually on this beat.

Why, he'll tell you

I'm not The kind of guy That runs around--

Excuse me, buddy, You happen to Have a--?

Excuse me, pal, You happen to Have a match?

I said you happen To have a match.

Movies better Than ever?

Look, lady, [unintelligible],

But, you see, I know the girl that Usually works here, gracie.

I was gonna tell Her what happened to me.

This big truck And I, we tangled,

And the first thing I knew I was--

Look, at least you can Be a little courteous, I mean--

Look at me!

Now, look.

Now, listen.

Somebody's trying To pull a gag.

Somebody's trying To shake me up.

Now, look, miss.

Please, something's Going on, somebody Trying to pull--

Look, fellow, You happen to Have a light?

[relieved] Oh.

I'm dead.

That's it.

I'm just plain Old deceased.

Hey, I'm a ghost.

You know, that truck Made it after all.

I'm haunting you.

I'm a gh--boojie, boojie!

Well, at last.

For the first time

In the very short Life of Joey Crown--

He was successful At something.

Charlie's off, huh?

You don't hear Me either, do you?

Nobody hear me?

Anybody see me?

I used to come In here a lot.

Of course, I don't Recognize any of You people.

None of you of Course woulda Noticed me.

I mean, uh--you don't Hear me either, do you?

I'm not the kind Of guy you would notice.

Well, charlie, Every now and then

He used to give Me a drink on The house.

He was a nice guy, charlie.

You know what He did one time?

You know what he did?

Charlie went out and--

And bought an old Tommy Dorsey record From way back--

When I was Playing with him--

And on this Record there was a--

There was A long singer With me on the horn.

Old Charlie goes And orders it.

Like a big Surprise for me.

Puts it On the juke.

[tsk] Would you Believe it?

A nice thing Like that from Old Charlie.

When I was alive.

[fast trumpet Band music]

[thud]

[perfect trumpet music]

Hey, don't stop, It's--it's coming Out beautiful.

Thanks.

That's alright.

You said thanks.

Thanks.

You hear me?

I hear you.

You see me?

Very clearly.

Oh, you're a Ghost too, huh?

[chuckies] Not really.

I am. I Stepped in front

Of a rather large Vehicle this morning,

I [unintelligible], Believe me.

You wanna blow this A while, Joey?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'd like to.

You mind?

Whatever you like.

Joey? You Called me Joey.

Joey Crown, That's the name, Isn't it?

Yeah, that's My name but--

We ain't never Been introduced.

Not formally But I know Who you are.

You play A nice trumpet.

I know, I'm an expert On trumpets.

You ain't no slouch On it, that's For sure.

Well, go ahead.

Okay.

[previous melancholy tune]

[previousiy squeaky High note, perfect]

How come You know Who I am?

You say you're Not a ghost, You're not dead.

No, I'm not dead.

Neither are you, Joey.

I'm not?

By no means.

But--what about The people in The bar?

The girl in The ticket booth

And the people In the streets?

They are dead.

They're the ghosts, they Just don't know it, That's all.

Sometimes to make it easier, We have to work it That way.

We let them go on in A life that they're Familiar with.

They never know For a long while.

But that's why They couldn't hear you.

You're the one That's alive.

But like I said, I stepped off A curb--

That you did.

Right now you're in A kind of a limbo, Joey.

You're neither Here nor there.

You're in the middle.

Between the two.

The real And the shadow.

Which do you Prefer, Joey?

Which do I prefer?

You know something?

I always felt I was getting Dealt from the bottom.

Or maybe, maybe I just forgot how Much there was for me.

And maybe I Forgot about--

About the music that I could make on This horn.

And how nice It sounded.

And going Into Charlie's--

And talking To people--

And maybe going to A movie now and Then, huh?

You know, I never won A beauty contest but--

You know, I had friends, I mean, I had good ones. Good ones.

Yeah, somewhere along The line I just forgot All the good things.

That's what happened. I just forgot.

You've got A choice, You know.

A choice?

There's still time.

Well, if I've Got a choice,

I mean, if I've Got a choice--

Then I wanna go back.

Understand? I Wanna go back!

All right.

You go back.

But Joey,

No more stepping Off curbs.

Take what you get And you live With it.

Sometimes it's Sweet frosting, Nice gravy.

Sometimes it's sour, it Goes down hard, but you Live with it.

Yeah, it's a nice Talent you got.

To make music, To move people.

Make 'em wanna laugh, Make 'em wanna cry.

They can tap their feet.

Make 'em wanna dance.

That's an exceptional Talent, Joey.

Don't waste it.

See you around, Joey.

Hey!

Hey, mister!

What is it, Joey?

I didn't get Your name!

How's that?

Your name! I didn't get Your name!

My name?

Call me Gabe.

Gabe?

Gabe!

Short for Gabriel.

Goodbye, Joey.

[distant trumpet playing]

[truck horn blares]

[tires screech]

[thud] [woman screams]

[murmurs]

(driver) I didn't See you, pal.

You stepped Right out in Front of me.

Lucky I only Grazed you.

Oh, that's okay, No harm done.

Yeah, now look.

I ain't had An accident For 14 years,

And I'd be obliged To you if you, uh--

Well, you know, No doctors, no Insurance companies,

Nothing like That, huh?

Be a nice Guy, huh, pal?

[thud and engine Revvs, becomes distant]

[trumpet playing pleasantly]

You play It beautifully.

Thanks.

I gave it up This morning but--

I'm taking her back.

The bugle and me, Till death do Us part.

I'm new here.

I've--I've never even Been in New York before.

I just moved in.

My name is Nan.

Hi. I'm Joey.

Joey Crown.

Will you--play Some more?

Sure.

I'll play Whatever you like

For as long As you like.

You know, you May like it here.

It's not a bad town.

Oh, I'm sure It isn't.

Maybe--

Maybe you could Show me some Of it.

Me?

Sure. I'd love to. I--

Well, I could show You the Battery and--

I could show you Central Park,

I could show You 52nd. Street!

We could go in and Listen to some good Jazz! And, uh--

(male narrator) Joey Crown, Who makes music.

And who discovered Something about life

That it can be Rich and rewarding And full of beauty.

Just like The music he played.

If a person would Only pause to look And to listen.

Joey Crown, who got His clue in the Twilight zone.

(male announcer) 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 meet

The occupant Of this desk

Whose name is James B.W. Bevis,

A warm and winning Twentieth century oddball

About a mile and a Half from the norm.

He likes things like Zither music, little kids,

And stuff like this.

Orson Bean Stars next week on The twilight zone

As Mr. Bevis. And Henry Jones

Plays his guardian angel.

He's this kind Of oddball.

[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.