[Theme music playing]
(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.
Your next stop, the twilight zone.
[Ominous music]
(Narrator) This is a jungle,
a monument bu/I t byna ture honor/ng d/suse
commemora ting a few years
of nature being left to its own devices.
But it's another kind of jungle, the kind that comes
in the afterma th of man's ba ttles against himself.
Hardl yan important ba ttle,
nota gettysburg or a marne or an iwo j/ma.
More like one ins/gn/f/cant corner pa tch
in the crazy ou/I t of comba t,
but it was enough to end the existence of this little city.
It's been five years
sincea human being walked these streets.
This is the first da y of the sixth year
as man used to measure time.
[Suspense music]
The time, perhaps a hundred years from now, or sooner,
or perhaps it's already happened two million years ago.
The place?
The signposts are in English
so that we may read them more easily,
but the place is the twilight zone.
[Ominous music]
[Her footsteps are heard in the silence]
[Wind whistles softly]
[Melancholy music]
[Suspense music]
[Doors squeak]
[Ominous music]
[Glass shattering]
[Suspense music]
[Dove cooing]
[Metallic clanking]
[Clattering]
[Increasing suspense music]
[Coughs]
Here, invader. Eat.
[Kicks food towards her] Eat!
The only reason I can see for our fighting
is that your uniform is a different color than mine.
Do you understand my language?
I suppose not.
Anyway, I repeat.
There's no longer any reason for us to fight.
There are no longer anyarm/es.
Only rags of various colors that were once uniforms
like the two sets of rags we wear.
There are no more boundaries, governments or noble causes,
therefore no reason to fight.
Hear ye! Hear ye!
Know ye, by these present, that I do
[voice echoes] Hereb y declare pea ce upon the en tire worl d!
You're very pretty, now that I see you clearly,
but I'm afraid the only way I could convince you
of my honorable intentions would be by force.
And I am terribly, terribly sick of fighting.
[Suspense music]
[Chair squeaks]
[Sighs]
[Water splashing]
Hello, again.
[Water splashing]
[Suspense music]
[Coin jingling]
[Coins clattering]
[Suspense music]
[Curtain music]
[Suspense music]
Precrassny.
[Clattering]
Put it on.
[Suspense music]
[High-pitched blasts]
[Rain pouring]
[Thunder rumbling]
[Water dripping]
[Sniffs]
[Thunder crashing]
[Car door shuts]
[Suspense music]
Go away.
Go away!
You go take your war to more suitable companions.
This is civilian territory!
[Melancholy music]
Precrassny.
[Sweet music]
(Narrator) This has been a I o ve story
about two lonel y people who found each other
in the twilight zone.
(Announcer) Rod serling, creator of the twilight zone,
will tell you about next week's story
after this word from our al terna te sponsor.
And now, Mr. Serl/ng.
Literature is studded
with stories of ghost ships and skeleton galleons.
And next week on the twilightzone
we take the old tale of a flying dutchman
and give it a coat of fresh paint.
This time the haunted ship is an aircraft.
It lands in a typical busy airport
and rolls up to the ramp, and it's at this point
that you find yourselves on a passenger manifest
of a flight that leads only to the twilightzone.
It's called "the arrival."
[Theme music playing]
Hi. This is ed Sullivan
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