All language subtitles for The Twilight Zone - S01E21 - Mirror Image.eng

[EERIE MUSIC]

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.

[THUNDER]

Excuse me.

Hm?

Uh, the bus to Cortland.

What about her?

Well, it was due a half an hour ago.

Yup, half hour ago.

[SIGHS]

When will it be in?

Hard to say. Been raining hard.

Road's slick. Maybe a bridge or two out.

That'll play hard with the schedule.

Well, when do you think it will be in?

She'll be in when she'll be in.

That's all.

I told you that the last time you asked.

The last time I asked?

The last time I asked was right now.

Look, all I want from you
is a civil answer.

You're getting a civil answer.

The trouble is every ten minutes
you're up here requiring one.

Situations just don't change that rapidly

and you want to know
about the Cortland bus.

It was late when you asked
a half hour ago

late when you come back 15 minutes later

and it's late now.

And all the asking in the world

ain't going to push it none.

But this is the first time
I've been up here...

The very first time.

Either you need your eyes,

Now what's the matter?

Nothing.

Nothing's the matter.

NARRATOR: Millicent Barnes, age
25, young woman waiting for a bus

on a rainy November night.

Not a very imaginative type
is Miss Barnes.

Not given to undue anxiety
of fears or for that matter

even the most temporal flights of fancy.

Like most young career women,

she has a generic classification

as a "girl with a head on her shoulders."

All of which is mentioned now
because in just a moment

the head on Miss Barnes's shoulders

will be put to a test.

Circumstances will assault
her sense of reality

and a chain of nightmares

will put her sanity on a block.

Millicent Barnes,
who in one minute will wonder

if she's going mad.

[SUSPENSE MUSIC]

Well, shall we run
through it again, miss?

Oh, no thank you.

I was just noticing

it isn't very much but,

but that bag...

What about it?

Well, it's just like mine.

It's identical,
even to the broken handle.

What is this, some kind of a game?

What?

That is your bag... you checked it.

Oh, no, that isn't my bag.

It looks just like my bag, but my...

[SUSPENSE MUSIC]

Well, how...?

Will you go over there and sit down?

You're either walking in your sleep

or hung over or something.

Go back over there and sit down

and breathe through your nose

and let me read my magazine.

When the Cortland bus comes

there'll be a loud sound
of an engine, a door opening,

people will come in here.

Then you'll know the bus is here.

But I didn't check my bag.

And anyway, when I saw that, my bag...

All you all right, miss?

Yes, of course I'm all right.

I'm perfectly all right.

Why? Don't I look all right?

You look fine. You look just fine.

It's just that when you
were in here before...

Before?

What do you mean before?

I've never been in here before.

Honey, you were just in here

a few minutes ago.

Me?

I've never been in here before.

What's the matter with this place anyway?

Somebody keeps taking my bag

somebody says I keep asking about the bus

and you say I've been in here before.

Just take it easy. Everything's
going to be all right.

Of course everything's
going to be all right!

Nothing wrong to begin with.

The only thing wrong with you people

is you need some sleep or something.

[GASPS]

[SUSPENSE MUSIC]

Let me get you a cold cloth, honey.

I don't think you're well.

No, I don't need that.

No, I'll be all right.

I must be overtired

but I'll be all right.

[THUNDER]

Excuse me.

Yes?

I wonder if you saw
someone sitting in my seat.

I don't thinks so, miss.
I wasn't looking very close.

[MUMBLING] What's the trouble?

No, no trouble.

I just thought I saw somebody I knew.

In here?

Thank you.

I'm sorry to have disturbed you.

MILLICENT: What's the matter with me?

What on earth is the matter with me?

What's happening?

Delusions, that's what they are.

They're delusions.

I must be sick.

I must be running a fever.

I'm not even warm.

I don't have any fever. No fever at all.

MAN: Excuse me, miss.

Yes.

Oh.

Yes, what is it?

Your bag, I think you dropped it.

Oh, thank you.

The bus is late, isn't it?

It seems so.

Over a half an hour late.

You do mean the bus
to Cortland, don't you?

That's the one.

I was supposed to be in
Syracuse tonight by 10:00.

The planes were all grounded

so I took a cab from Binghamton.

It skidded into a tree

a few miles outside of here.

I had to walk into town to get here.

Forgive me, miss,
you're not ill, are you?

Oh, I don't know what's wrong with me.

I... I really don't.

Well, is there something I can do?

Well, I don't know.

It's just that all sorts of queer things

have been happening to me.

I've been seeing things.

Seeing things?

What sort of things?

I'm not sure I should tell you.

You'd probably want to move
to another part of the room

or call the police or an
ambulance or something.

Well, why don't you tell me.

Maybe I can help.

Incidentally, my name is
Grinstead, Paul Grinstead.

I'm from Binghamton.

How do you do?

I'm Millicent Barnes.

At least I was Millicent Barnes.

I'm a private secretary.

I quit my job here on Thursday

and I've got another job in Buffalo.

That's where I'm going
tonight, to Buffalo.

Everybody keeps telling me
that I've been here before.

That man who takes the tickets...

He says I keep asking about the bus.

And the woman in the powder room

says I've been in there
before, and I haven't.

And my bag here,

[GASPS] My bag!

There it is.

Oh.

Oh, thank God.

For a minute I thought

everything was starting all over again.

That man said I checked it and I hadn't.

But there was a bag,
almost identical to mine

in the baggage room.

And then when I came
out of the powder room

it wasn't there.

Go on.

Well, it sounds very strange but,

when I came out of the powder room

I looked in the mirror

and I could see the whole waiting room

in the mirror, and I...

Well, what did you see, Miss Barnes?

I saw myself sitting
right here on this bench.

It's delusions.

Yes.

Yes, that's what it must be.

Delusions, some sort of delusions.

But I'm not sick.

I don't have a temperature.

I'm not running a fever.

But it's not just seeing
things that don't exist.

Why did that man and that woman
say that they had seen me before?

I don't know.

This one's tough to figure out.

Well, what's happening to me?
What... what's wrong?

I'm not some sort of kook,

I've never had any
trouble like this before,

I mean, trouble with my mind.

Of course you haven't.

There's an explanation someplace.

There's a reason.

Maybe...

Maybe what?

Maybe there's someone here
who resembles you.

That could be it.

Or maybe someone is playing

some kind of a joke or something.

Oh, is that possible?

Oh, that's too fantastic

and that doesn't explain about the bag.

And anyway, if there is
such a person, where is she?

Where is this person?

[BUS ENGINE]

MAN: Bus to Cortland.

Syracuse, Buffalo,

now arriving.

Let me take that for you.

Looks heavy.

Oh, thank you.

You're very kind.

You're easy to be kind to.

No, I mean, more than just kind.

We better get on the bus.

I'll take your bag.

All right.

[GASPS]

Miss Barnes!

Millicent.

What's the matter?

Wait a minute.

On our way.

You and the lady coming or aren't?

No, we'll wait for the next one.

Next one ain't due
till 7:00 in the morning.

You've got a long wait.

That's all right.

Okay.

I'm shutting off some of these lights.

"When not in use, turn off the juice."

That's what I always say.

I best be getting home.

Oh, I sure hope she feels better.

Thank you.

You've been very nice.

Oh, it's all right

but offhand, mister

I'd say she needed some looking after.

You know what I mean.

You feeling better?

The bus.

It had to leave.

There'll be another before too long.

You didn't get on.

I'm this late already.

A few more hours won't
make any difference.

I've been thinking about something.

It's very odd, but,

I've been remembering.

Remembering what?

About something I read or
heard about a long time ago.

About different planes of existence.

About two parallel worlds

that exist side by side

and each of us has a counterpart

in this world

and, and sometimes through some freak

through something unexplainable

this counterpart...

After the two worlds converge...

Comes into our world

and in order to survive

it has to take over.

Take over?

Replace us.

Move us out so that it can live.

That's a little metaphysical for me.

I remember reading it somewhere.

Each of us has a twin
in this other world,

an identical twin.

Maybe that woman I saw...

Millicent, there's another explanation.

There has to be.

One that comes with more reason.

I can't explain it

but I know that's what's happened.

This other woman, my counterpart...

Forget about it, please.

Don't think about it.

I just thought of something.

I've got a good friend
who lives in Tully.

I'll call him.

Maybe he'll bring his
car down here for us.

He might even drive us into Syracuse.

I'll call him.

All right, Millicent?
Shall I call my friend?

Unasked, I'll tell you what I think.

I'd say she's got a leak in her attic.

Parallel planes.

Counterparts from another life. [GUFFAWS]

You got a thing about
sick people? Is that it?

Poor, poor kid.

I don't know what's going to happen.

Go call your friend.

Hm?

Your friend in Tully with the car.

I don't have any friend in Tully.

She needs help, medical help.

I figured it would be easier this way.

I figured she'd come along.

Poor kid.

Can I use it?

Go ahead.

Who're you going to call?

The police, I guess.

I think they're the
ones that could help us.

To tell you the truth, she
kind of gives me the willies.

I'd as leave she left here somehow.

[SUSPENSE MUSIC]

Where are you?

Where did you go?

What do you want?

MILLICENT: Where are you?

Millicent.

Are you all right?

Yes.

I'm all right.

How about getting some fresh air?

All right.

[SCREAMS]

MAN: Did you get her off all right?

Yeah. They're gonna take her
to the hospital for observation.

What was she talking about?
Something about another life.

I don't know. That's
part of her illness, I guess.

[SIGHS] You said the next bus is at 7:00?

You got about four and a half hours, pal.

You can take a snooze on that bench.

You'll be all alone, no noise whatsoever.

This place is like a tomb
between night and morning.

Maybe I will get some sleep.

[SUSPENSE MUSIC]

Hey.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Where are you?

NARRATOR: Obscure and
metaphysical explanation

to cover a phenomena.

Reasons dredged out of the shadows

to explain away that
which cannot be explained.

Call it parallel planes or just insanity.

Whatever it is, you find it in
the Twilight Zone.

PRESENTER: 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, on Twilight Zone,
we put you on a front porch.

Summer evening, tree lined street,

typical small town.
And then we pull the rug

from under your feet and we
throw a nightmare at you.

Claude Akins, Jack Weston and
Barry Atwater are your neighbors

just at that moment when "The
Monsters Are Due on Maple Street".

Don't chicken out. See you next week.

PRESENTER: Kimberly Clark
invites you to watch Steve McQueen

in Wanted Dead or Alive.

Saturday nights over most
these same stations.