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[eerie music]

(male narrator) You're 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.

(male narrator) 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.

Mary-- 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.

[front door opening]

[door closing]

(Mrs. West) Gregory?

[glass breaks]

[knocking]

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?

[knocking]

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-- [clears throat]

What's the Matter, dear?

Something wrong?

How come you're 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?

Oh, 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?

Hmm?

Oh, I, uh...

Checking the wall.

Oh.

What's that?

Oh!

My scissors.

Gregory?

Mm-hmm?

You wouldn't By any chance

Have a secret door In here, would you?

A secret door?

That's what I said, Darling, secret door.

Now, what on earth Would I want

With a secret door In here?

Yes. Whatever On earth for?

[sighs]

Are you all Right, Victoria?

Hmm? Oh, well, I don't know.

I'm not too sure.

Really?

I think I May be suffering From hallucinations.

Oh, you poor dear.

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--

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?

Yes, yes, it is.

Oh, well, listen--

Wouldn't you like to have Me describe her to you?

Well...

Oh, let me, let me.

She had masses Of blonde hair

And she wore one of those Frumpy little blouses

With a tacky little Brooch at the bosom

And one Of those dreadful Peasant skirts.

But the funny thing was That she handed You a drink.

[both iaughing]

Oh, such detail. It's Quite remarkable.

Yes. Isn't it?

Of course, If I'd thought about it

I would have realized How ridiculous it was.

I would have realized

If I had thought About it for a minute

That a man of your Extraordinary taste

Couldn't possibly Be interested

In such a drab Ugly little creature.

Oh, she's not So drab.

Aha.

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?

Let me tell You something,

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,

Did you?

"I must be alone To work," You said,

The great and Famous playwright,

The great and Famous philanderer!

Now, Victoria, It's so simple.

Where is she?

I can explain Everything.

Do you remember my play, "Fury in the Night"?

[groaning] Oh, yes.

Dear, do you Remember it?

You remember The character Philip Wainwright?

Gregory, just Tell me one thing.

What's her name?

What?

What's her name?

Mary! But That doesn't--

"Mary!" how common.

Please, Victoria--

Just sit down here And let me explain.

I'm listening.

You know how sometimes I've told you

That fictional characters Come alive so vividly

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!

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!

Do you understand?

I understand that You are trying to Change the subject.

I'm not!

This is the subject.

Philip Wainwright Became alive!

One night, While 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...

A real flesh And blood man!

And I created him.

Oh, my.

What are you doing?

I am afraid That psychiatry is Next on the agenda.

You've got to believe Me, Victoria.

Characters in my plays Do come alive.

I've seen them, 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 dialog 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.

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...

Five feet Six inches tall,

Nicely built,

Blond 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.

[front door opening]

She's closing it.

[door closing]

She's walking Across the hall...

[footsteps approaching]

Good afternoon, Mrs. West.

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

Do you believe me Now, Victoria?

I'll tell you What I believe.

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 tri es to make Me believe that--

You're trying To drive me insane.

You want to have Me committed.

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...

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.

Can't I do Anything right?

No.

You haven't Answered me, Greg.

You don't really Believe that I Want to have--

Yes.

Here we go again.

You 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?

Oh, 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 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.

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.

Wh-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.

Don't you see, Victoria?

You're so perfect

You're so impeccable, You're so flawless, and...

Well, 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, 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 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.

(Greg) A giant red-eyed elephant Is standing in my hallway,

And will not Let her pass.

Oh, don't Be ridiculous.

[screams]

Gregory, would You please

Get that elephant Out of my hall.

Will you stay?

Yes.

[elephant crying out]

You are stark staring Raving mad.

You shouldn't say Those kind of things.

Then you'll stay, hm?

You don't seriously think

You're going To keep me

In this house Now, do you?

You want me To do it again?

No!

No, no, I--I, uh,

I'll stay here For the moment.

But believe me, 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, Uh... 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--

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 an 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.

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, hmm?

This.

Victoria!

Oh, Greg...

Greg, I feel So strange. I--

You, you don't mean that You were telling me The truth?

You were right.

Victoria!

Now, I told her, I told her.

She just Wouldn't listen to me.

Her name...

Her name is Mrs. Victoria West.

She...

Why not leave Well enough alone?

Her name...

Is Mary.

Mrs. Mary West.

She's 30...

Five feet, six 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.

(male narrator) 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--

(Greg) Rod!

[clucking tongue]

You shouldn't.

I mean, you shouldn't Say such things as

"Nonsense" and "Ridiculous."

Well, that's the Way it goes.

(male narrator) Leaving Mr. Gregory West--

Still shy, quiet, very happy

And, apparently, In complete control

Of the twilight zone.

[eerie music]

Kimberley Clark Invites you

To watch Steve McQueen

In "Wanted Dead Or Alive."

Saturday nights Over most of these Same stations.