[Eerie music]
(Narrator) You're tra vel/ng through another dimension
a dimension not onl y of sightand sound, but of mind
a journey into a wondrous land
whose boundaries are tha t of ima Gina t/on.
Tha t's the s/gnpost up ahead.
Your next stop, the twilight zone.
[Clock ticking]
[Whimpers]
[Whimpering continues]
[Gasps]
[Ticking continues]
[Swallows hard]
[Ticking is louder]
[Heavy breathing]
[Gasp]
[Squeaky footsteps approach]
[Footsteps fade]
Room for one more, honey.
[Screaming]
(Narrator) This is miss Liz Powell.
She's a professional dancer and she's in the hospital
as a resul t of overwork and nervous fa t/gue
and a t this moment, we ha ve just fin/shed
walking with her in a nightmare.
Ina moment, she'll wake up and we'll rema/nat her side.
The problem here is
thatboth miss Powell and you will reaoha point
where it might be difficult to decide
which is reality and which is nightmare:
A problem uncommon perhaps
but rather peculiar to the twilight zone.
Hiya, kitten.
You lose your way, Barney?
Hey, you're looking great, kitten.
You're looking just great.
It's been a long time between talks.
Look whati brought you, honey.
I had it blown up.
Why, we'll get it blown up real big
and we'll put it in front of the chi-chi
when you open there.
Where you been, Barney?
Well, I...
You know how I feel about hospitals, kitten...
They kind of depress me.
You ought to try it in here
lying on your back for couple of weeks.
Pretty soon you feel like you're lying on a glass slide
and all those creeps are looking at you through a microscope
and the only time the sun shines
is when it's visiting hours.
Gee, kitten, what a mind you've got... what a mind.
That's what bugs you, isn't it?
My mind.
You think I left it in a bus station some place, don't you?
Well, if you keep on talking nutsy like this
I got to think there's something wrong, kitten.
Barney, you got to believe me.
You're the only one.
You're really the only one
ithought would believe me.
When you didn't show up...
When you didn't even call
I got this wild idea that you'd given me up,
that you figured I was some kind of a cuckoo
who'd left the world behind.
Oh, no.
But Barney, you got to believe me.
You're the only one.
They aren't dreams.
They happen... just like I say they happen.
I know, kitten, I know.
Barn ey, don't.
Don't write me off, will you?
You got to believe me.
[Door opens]
(Doctor) Well, good afternoon.
Oh, I was just leaving, doc.
No need... I'll just be a moment.
Well, miss Powell, you're looking as beautiful as ever.
I was just telling her the same thing myself.
I'm Barney kavener, Liz's agent.
How do you do?
You make an old doctor
wish he were a young intern.
[Staccato laugh]
You make me wish the same thing.
You must be great
at funerals, laughing boy.
We're a little feisty today, aren't we?
"We" are not feisty.
We are just a little tired
of 10 people an hour walking around our bed
like we were some kind of a freak or something.
Why don't you guys get off the dime?
There's nothing wrong with me.
There most assuredly isn't, miss Powell.
That's what we've been trying to tell you.
You're in excellent physical condition.
A little overt/red, tha t's all.
A little overworked, perhaps.
I guess a dancer's life
isn't the easiest, is it?
Well, talent like this makes it look easy, doc.
I've been this little lady's agent for 12 years
and I'm here to tell you that she's the best
little stripper...
Dancer!
Dancer that ever came down the pike.
[Staccato laugh]
Just listen to him laugh, Barney.
Boy, he's great for your morale.
Well, doc, what's it going to be tonight?
A big discussion about Freud and dreams?
You don't seem interested in dreams.
In this story you recount,
you keep rejecting the fact that it isa dream.
You know it.
As a matter of fact, I don't know it.
I know quite the reverse.
I say it is a dream.
Now, let's run through it again.
You say it always happens in perfect chronology.
You wake up.
You feel thirsty.
You reach for the glass.
You hear the clock ticking loudly.
Very loudly.
It unnerves you.
The glass slips out of your hand and breaks on the floor.
And then I hear the footsteps outs/de.
Footsteps?
Whose footsteps?
Miss Powell seems to feel
they're the footsteps of a nurse.
They are the footsteps of a nurse.
I hear them.
They come down the corridor and stop outside my door.
I jump out of bed.
Now, miss Powell.
I open the door...
And I see this nurse going into an elevator.
I follow her.
The elevator goes down to the basement floor.
Down at the end of the hall there's a room: Room 22.
What kind of room?
It's the hospital morgue.
Miss Powell seems to feel
the nurse comes out of the morgue,
looks straight at her and says...
"Room for one more, honey."
That's what she says, Barney:
"Room for one more"
and then she points to that room...
That room where all the stiffs are.
Odd dream, wouldn't you say, Mr. Kavener?
That's a weirdo, doc.
That's a very weird dream.
It isn't a dream.
Miss Powell claims it's one of our nurses
assigned to the basement floor.
How should I know
if it's one of your nurses or not?
All I know is this dame comes out of that room,
looks at me and says,
"room for one more, honey."
You bring her in here.
I'll point her out.
Boy, willi point her out.
I know her face as well as I do my own.
Very well.
Let's see.
This is miss Jameson.
She's the night nurse assigned to the basement floor.
The only nurse, I might add, miss Powell.
Look at her.
Well, miss Powell?
Is this your phantom lady?
No! This woman is tall
and she's got
this crazy kind of a smile
on her face.
That will be all, thank you.
Well, miss Powell, it obviously is a dream.
If it were a nurse in our hospital
it would have to be that young lady
and since it is not,
you'll have to admit it's very unlikely
that the woman you saw
could have come out of the morgue.
I know what I saw.
I know what I did.
I'll tell you what, miss Powell.
To prove my point,
let's try something different.
Like what?
You say it always happens
in such pure chronology...
Tha t your actions are al wa ys the same.
Tonight when you're dreaming,
or as you say, when you're waking up...
Don't reach for the glass.
See if breaking the routine of it
won't stop it from happening.
(Barney) Tha t sounds like a groovy idea.
Why don't you try it, kitten, huh?
Why don't you try it?
Barney, will you tell him?
When the same thing happens to you
for six nights in a row!
Overwork, fatigue, tiredness...
A nightmare at this point
would not be abnormal, Mr. Kavener.
A nightmare in this case would be the norm.
Well, miss Powell,
let's see what this evening brings.
Shall we?
Yeah, well, I...
I gotta be running along, kitten.
Stay hip to what the doc here is telling you.
I'm sure glad to see you feelin'...
Uh, looking so good again.
Than ks a h eap, barn ey.
You know, you couldn't boost morale
if it weighed a quarter of a pound
and you had a Derrick.
Thanks for coming over.
You must do it again sometime
only make it next year, will you?
Oh, kitten, baby.
Get out, will you, Barney?
Sure, Liz. Sure.
Remember about tonight, miss Powell.
When you feel a compulsion to repeat the nightmare...
Don't do it.
Now, relax.
Get to sleep.
I think we're on our way to recovery.
We're just delighted... That we feel that way.
[Clock ticking]
[Whimpering]
[Gasps]
[Clock ticks louder]
[Clock ticks softly]
[Lighter c/az'z'ers on floor]
[Ticking grows louder]
[Glass shatters]
[Squeaky footsteps approach]
[Footsteps fade]
Room for one more, honey.
[Moaning]
Don't leave her until she's asleep.
Well, I think she'll sleep now.
Good.
That's odd.
Now, that's really odd.
What is, doctor?
This afternoon when I was talking to her
she was telling me about this... this dream.
What about it?
Following someone down the corridor,
getting into the elevator,
going down to the morgue.
The morgue?
Yes.
She's never been there before.
Pa tients aren't allowed there.
And yet, when she tells me the story
she mentions room 22.
Room 22?
Well, if she'd never been there
how would she know?
How would she?
Everything packed?
That does it.
Your agent is here.
He said to phone down to the lobby
when you're ready.
He'll meet you at the elevator.
My cup runneth over.
Is there a back door to this place?
Well, he seems like quite a devoted man.
Oh, he's devoted...
To 10 percent commission
and 12 hours' sleep every night.
Well, are we ready to leave?
All ready, doctor. Bye.
Ready and overdue.
Let me take that for you.
Send me a postcard from Miami beach, will you?
Sure.
Miss Powell...
They were dreams.
Just a part of your fatigue.
You were susceptible to nerves.
Tha t's what? t happens whena mind is overwrought.
It pla ys tricks.
I don't want to see you back here again, miss Powell.
The next time I see you, I'll be at a ringside table
and I'd appreciate, a... a subtle wink.
[Chuckles]
Miss Powell?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm ready.
You're all set, miss Powell.
That's the nonstop to Miami
departing from area c in approximately five minutes.
Your seat assignment's on the envelope there.
Thank you very much.
Did anyone ever tell you
that you have eyes like a tarantula?
Oh, I'm sorry, miss. I didn't mean to stare.
Forget it.
Is that area c out there?
Yes, ma 'am.
Flight 22 is loading now
and you can get aboard anytime.
Is there anything wrong, miss Powell?
What flight?
22... nons top to Miami
right out through tha t door...
You can board now.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
(Male voice 0 ver speakers) Pa ssenger por ter, pl ea se repor t
to ticket confirma tion desk immedia tel y.
Passenger Porter, pl ea se report
to ticket confirma tion desk immedia tel y.
[Clock ticking]
(Liz, off) /r's tha 7... Tha r crazy feeling.
I'm thirs Ty.
I'm thirsty but... But I'm a wake.
It's that same feeling, but I'mawake.
This isn't a dream.
This couldn't bea dream.
[Clock ticks very loudly]
[Po well screams]
[Ticking grows louder]
You'd better better hurry, miss.
That's your flight
ready for departure out there.
[Whimpers softly]
Room for one more, honey.
[Continues screaming]
[Airplane engines start]
[Roaring of plane engine]
(Liz) This couldn't be a dream.
It's not a dream.
It just couldn't be... not now.
It just couldn't be.
[No audio]
[Sirens wail]
(Narrator) Miss Elizabeth po well, profession, dancer.
Hospital diagnosis:
Acute anxiety brought on by overworkand fatigue.
Prognos/s.' w/th rest and care, she'll probabl y recover.
But the cure to some n/ghtmares is not to be found
in known medical journals.
You look for it under "pot/ons for bad dreams"
to be found in the twilight zone.
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You'll sit in these seats
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