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 an area which we call the twilightzone.
Portrait of a man a r work.
The onl y work he's ever done. The onl y work he knows.
His name is Henry Francis Valentine, but he calls himself rocky
because tha t's the way his life has been.
Rockyand per/I ous and uphill a ta dead run all the way.
He's tired novl/, tired of running or wanting
of waiting for the breaks tha t come to others but never to him.
Never to rocky Valentine.
Stop! Stop or I'll shoot!
Not this time, you lousy screw.
A scared, angry little man.
He thinks I t's all over novl/, but he's wrong.
For rocky Valentine, I t's just the beginning.
Mr. Valentine.
Mr. Valentine!
Who are you?
My name is pip. Can I help you?
How do you know my name?
It's my job to know everything about you.
Are you a cop?
Oh, no, no, I'ma... I'm your guide, as it were.
Guide, eh?
I need like a hole in the head.
Whoa.
What happened?
You had a slight accident. But don't worry. You'll be as fit as a new fiddle soon.
I'm sure you'd like to change out of those rumpled clothes, eh, Mr. Valentine?
Hold it a minute.
I wanna know how you know my name.
I've already told you.
You told me nothing.
Let me clue you, fatso. I don't like games.
Oh, that isn't true, Mr. Valentine.
Why-why, you like roulette, Blackjack, poker, craps,
and between the ages of seven and ten
you were quite fond of mumblety-peg.
What are you after, anyway?
Only one thing, Mr. Valentine. Your comfort.
My job is to see to it that you get what you want, whatever it may be.
Yeah? In exchange for what?
Nothing at all, Mr. Valentine. It's absolutely free.
Don't put me on, fatso. Nothing's free. Nothing!
Anything I ever got in this lousy world I had to drag out of it,
so don't put me on.
Now, what's the pitch? You want me to do a job for you, right?
I'm afraid you don't understand.
No? All right, let's see. Give me your wallet, cracker. Come on, come on.
I don't have a wallet.
Come on, Santa claus.
No, honestly. Wait, wait, Mr. Valentine.
It isn't a wallet you want, is it? No, no. It's money.
Three hundred, five hundred.
Seven hundred bucks.
Will that be enough for now, then?
You got more?
Oh, yes, as much as you want. Now, shall we?
Hey, fats.
Now, don't try anything funny, hm?
You like it?
Yeah.
Yeah, it's some pad, all right.
Who's it belong to? Some phony politician?
Why, it belongs to you, Mr. Valentine.
Mm-hm.
Tha t is if, uh, if you approve.
Yeah, I approve.
Of course, we can make any changes you wish.
You see, I wasn't too sure about the hi-fi right over there, but...
You mean, all this gets thrown into the deal?
Oh, it's already in the deal as you call it, Mr. Valentine.
Look here.
You see?
That is the master bedroom.
Ah, ah, ah, ah. After you.
There.
The bathroom's in there. I'm sure you'd like a change of clothing and freshen up a bit.
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
But first of all, what's the pitch?
Come on, the pitch, the catch the gimmick. What do I gotta do for all this?
Nothing, I can't tell you more.
I get it. You're just a goon, huh?
You work for somebody else, right?
In a way, yeah.
When do I meet him? The big boy, your boss?
I really couldn't say.
All right, goon. I can wait.
Any particular color or style, sir?
No, you pick it.
Oh, I could hardly presume to do that!
However, bearing in mind that you favor a nice check, I thought perhaps...
Yeah, that'll do.
Yeah. We have quite a wide selection of ties here,
and I believe that yellow is your favorite color.
What's the matter with you?
You got no taste?
Now, that's a tie, see?
Hey. Huh?
It fits.
Of course.
Yes, very impressive, sir.
Yeah, well, I'll say this, your guy knows clothes.
Mr. Valentine.
Where did that come from?
I thought you might be a little hungry, so I just ordered up something for you.
Uh-uh. You eat it.
Oh, but I don't eat. I haven't eaten in...
It must be two or three centuries.
Anything wrong with it?
Then eat it.
But I can't. I've forgotten how.
I get it. Give a guy some new clothes and a bath
and then poison him, huh? Pretty smart, pretty smart, fatso,
but not smart enough!
A bulletproof vest, huh? Let's see how your head holds up.
Mr. Valentine, please.
I couldn't have missed, not at this range.
Maybe...
Hey, wait a minute.
Where did this come from? This wasn't here before.
What's going on here?
Where am I?
Mr. Valentine, do you remember when we met earlier today?
I told you I was, in a sense, your guide,
and you said you needed a guide like a hole in the head?
As a matter of strict fact, you had a hole in the head, only a short time before.
A bullet hole.
Oh, yeah, that's right. The cops, they...
Then I must... I must be dead.
Mm-hm.
Well, if I'm dead,
then-then all of this,
the joint, the-the clothes, the-the booze.
Then I must be in heaven.
Yeah, that's it. That's it, I'm in heaven, right?
You're my guardian angel or something like that.
Something like that, yeah.
Anything I want, eh?
Anything, anything.
Yeah, big talk, fatso. I wanna see a little action now.
Right now I want a million bucks in five "g" notes.
And, uh, and a chick that won't quit.
I mean, I mean, just like stacked,
like, like, like, like, beautiful, huh?
Well?
As for the million, look in thatdra wer.
There?
Mm-hmm.
A million. A million bucks!
Hey, but what about, uh, uh?
Now I know I'm in heaven.
Will there be anything else, sir?
Yeah, there will be, fats. There will be, just stick around.
Hiya, doll.
Ooo-hoo-hoo!
Yee! Ooo-hoo-hoo!
Place your bets, ladies and gentlemen.
No more bets, please.
Thir Ty-three bla ck.
Hey, how about that. I win again. Hey, fats, come here, come here.
Put your money on the table, fats. Right there, number 14 red.
Rocky is hot tonight. Am I right, dolls?
I'm afraid I don't have any money, sir.
You don't have any money? What do they pay you, in halos or something?
Place your be ts, ladies and gentlemen. Place your bets.
No more bets, ladies and gentlemen, no more bets.
Four teen red.
Whoo-hoo!
That makes what, what, huh? 40 grand in an hour.
How about it? Is rocky hot or is rocky hot?
Rocky's hot.
Go trade this in for gold, baby. And I tell you I'm gonna buy and sell this joint.
Here, go get them. Hey, hey, hey, baby.
There's 40 grand in there and I count real good. You know what I mean?
All right. Ah.
I got this table spooked. Let's go see what's shaking with the cubes, huh?
Place your be ts, ladies and gentlemen.
Here, baby, go get me some juice.
Whoo-hoo!
Hey, look at this! Look at this!
There must be 600 bucks here, huh? How about that, fats?
Here you are, sweetheart. Go buy yourself a dress for free.
Need a car, sir?
Yes, a big convertible. Be careful on the way, you kid.
Yes, sir.
Something bother you, Mr. Valentine?
Yeah, him. Lousy screw.
Thinks he's just 'cause he's got a couple on inches on me.
Oh, dear, that was indiscreet of me.
Better?
Yeah!
Hey, screw, come here.
You got your hat on, crooked trooper.
Ready, sir.
Come on, get in, girls.
Here you are, kid. Keep the change.
All right noi/I/, let's open this baby up and see what? t she can do.
All right, girls. Here we go, here we go.
Into the cracker box. One, two, three. It's magic time.
Hey, fats, I want you to get rid of that heap I've been driving.
It goes fast enough. Is something wrong?
Yeah, the ashtrays are full.
Hey, girls, could you wait in here for a minute?
I wanna talk to fats for a minute, all right?
In we go.
Hey, fats, how about tomorrow we look up some of my old buddies?
Like Matt gorman or fink Mitchell, silky Armstrong, huh?
What's the matter? They didn't make it?
Oh, it's not that, Mr. Valentine. It's, uh...
It's rather difficult to explain, really. All of this,
all it's your own private domain.
It was made especially for you alone.
Oh, what about them? You mean they're props like in a movie?
In a sense, yes. Everything here is, except of course, you and me.
Uh-huh. Look, sit down for a minute, fatso. I wanna ask you something.
It's been kind of bugging me anyway. I mean,
how come they let me in here, huh?
I thought this was only for schoolteachers and like that.
Oh, we have some schoolteachers here.
There must've been something real good I done sometime,
something that made up for everything else, huh? Yeah, that's it.
But, uh, but what?
When did I ever do anything good?
Uh, well, listen, how do I find about this, huh?
Well, we have a hall of records here. Would you like me to take you there?
Is it open at this hour? It's almost light.
It's always open.
Hey, dolls, don't go away, will ya? I'll be right back.
I just wanna get something cleared up with fats.
Come on, let's go.
"Henry Francis Valentine."
"Born 1923, Brooklyn, New York.
Age of six, slaughtered small dog."
Well, why not? He bit me.
"Age of seven, stole 14 toys from dime store.
Age of eight, organized street gang, the angels."
How about that, huh? That's what we called ourselves, the angels.
There was a great little bunch.
"Age of nine, broke into bicycle store."
W-What is this anyway?
Your record.
You don't think there's been some mistake, do you?
Not likely.
I can't figure it. But if it don't bother him, I ain't gonna let it bother me.
What are you going to do now, Mr. Valentine?
Uh. Gee, I don't know.
Fool around with the dolls.
Shoot some more craps, maybe. I don't know.
If you need me for anything, Mr. Valentine, just dial p-i-p.
Yeah.
Thirteen black, ladies and gentlemen. Thirteen black.
Thanks.
What about your chip, sir?
Mail 'em to me.
What do you got?
Straight flush.
Royal flush.
You win again, Mr. Valentine.
Yeah, I know. That's all I ever do in this nutty joint
is win, win, win.
Is there anything else I can do for you?
Yeah, get out of here, will, ya? I'm sick of looking at you.
Come on, out, out. You, too. Come on, out, out. Let's go.
Come on, get out.
Come on, come on, come on! Keep moving. Step it up.
Come on, come on. Out, out, out. Dumb broads.
Who needs them?
Hey.
Yes, Mr. Valentine? What can I do for you?
Will you stop creeping around?
Anything you say, sir.
Anything I say. Anything I say. Knock it off, will you?
Why, is something wrong?
No, nothing's wrong. Everything is just peachy!
I've been in this dump for a month and I can't stand it anymore!
But I Don't understand.
All right, I'll spell it out for you, fats. I'm bored, bored!
There's no excitement around here. No kicks!
Yeah, but the gambling. I thought you enjoyed that.
I do, but when you win every time,
that ain't gambling, that's charity.
I could arrange for you to lose occasionally if you'd like. Would that help?
It might. No, no, it's no good. It ain't the same.
I would know.
Ah, perhaps you miss your old vocation. Is that it?
Now you're getting it.
There's a bank at the corner that you could Rob.
Or would you prefer a jewelry store?
No, bank's okay.
Fine, fine. As to the getaway car,
we have quite a large variety to choose from. Something inconspicuous.
Wait a minute. Is there a chance that I could get caught?
Of course, if that's what you'd like. Let me just make a note of it.
Come on, sit down, fats, sit down.
Now, look, I don't know how to explain this,
but it just ain't the same thing.
What's the kick knocking off a bank if everybody knows about it, huh?
And the dames. I...
I never thought I would get bored with beautiful dames, but...
Look, I wouldn't expect an angel to understand this, see?
But-but being a big guy with a chick,
it don't mean anything if it's all set up in advance.
And I mean, everything is great here, see? Really great.
It's just the way I always imagined it except that, that...
Just between you and me, fats,
I don't think I belong here. I don't think I fit in.
Oh, nonsense, of course you do.
No, I mean it, I mean it. Just somebody must've goofed.
If I gotta stay here another day I'm gonna go nuts!
Look, look, I don't belong in heaven, see?
I wanna go to the other place.
Heaven?
Whatever gave you the idea you were in heaven, Mr. Valentine?
This is the other place!
A scared, angry little man who never gota break.
Now he has everything he's ever wanted,
and he's going to ha ve to live with it for eternity
in the twil igh t zone.
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