[Eerie music]
(Male narrator) There is a fifth dimension
beyond tha t which is known to man
it is a dimension as vastas space
and as timeless as infinity.
It is the middle ground between lightand shadow,
between science and s upers ti tion
and it lies between the pit of man's fears
and the summit of his knowledge.
This is the dimension of ima Gina tion
it is anarea 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.
Situa tions just don't change tha t rapidl y
and you want to know about the cortland bus.
It was la te when you asked a half hour ago
la te when you come ba ck 15 minutes la ter
and it's la te noi/I/.
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.
(Male narrator) Mill/cent Barnes, age 25, young woman waiting for a bus
on a rainy November night.
Nota very imagina tive type is miss Barnes.
Not given to undue anxiety of fears or for tha t ma tter
even the most temporal flights of fancy.
Like most young career women,
she has a generic class/fica tion
Asa ”girl witha head on her shoulders."
All of which is mentioned now because in justa moment
the head on miss Barnes's shoulders
will be put to a test.
Circumstances will assa ul t her sense of reality
and a chain of nightmares
will put her san/ty ona block.
Mill/cent 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]
Letme get youa 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) Wha t's the ma tter with me?
Wha t on earth is the ma tter with me?
Wha t's happening?
Del usions, tha t's what? t the yare.
They're del usions,
I must be sick.
I must be running a fever.
I'm not even warm.
I don't ha ve any fever. No fever a tall.
(Man) Ex ouse me, miss.
Yes.
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 sa ys 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] Mybag!
There it is.
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 some place.
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.
Wha t's the ma tter?
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.
Oounterparts 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 what? tsoever.
This place is like a tomb between night and morning.
Maybe I will get some sleep.
[Suspense music]
Hey.
Hey!
Where are you?
(Male narrator) Obsoure and me taph ysioal expla na tion
to cover a phenomena.
Reasons dredged out of the shadows
to explain a way tha t which cannot be explained.
Call it parallel planes or just insani Ty.
Wha tever it is, you find it in the twilight zone.
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And noi/I/, Mr. Serl/ng.
Next week, on twilightzone, 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.
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in wanted dead or alive.
Sa turda y nights over most these same sta tions.