[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 tion.
Your next stop, the twilight zone.
[Piano playing ragtime, off]
[Piano playing ragtime continues]
(Narrator) Mr. Mull/gan, a rather dour critic of his times,
is shortl y to discover the import of tha t old phrase,
"out of the frying pan, into the fire"...
Said fire burning brightly at all times
in the twilight zone.
[Piano playing ragtime, off]
[Piano playing ragtime continues]
[Horns honking]
(Male voice) You better mo ve, m/s ter.
Get out of the street.
[Squawking]
(Male voice no. 2) You want to get yourself killed?!
Hey, get out of there.
[Horns honking]
( Jackhammer pounding )
[Pounding]
[Up-tempo jazz blaring]
[Pounding]
[Horn honking]
Harmony?
Hey!
[Whistle b/o wing]
Hey!
Hey! That's mine!
There's nothing going on around here, sergeant.
Everything's as quiet as a... mouse!
Hey, you!
Call you back, sergeant.
Hey!
Stop in the name of the law!
Oh! [Grunting]
(Mulligan) You juvenile delinquent, you!
[Screeches]
[Shouts]
[Grunts]
[Yell]
Oh, no!
It's broken.
How am I going to get back now?
I only got 15 minutes.
Let me try to understand this, sir.
You have this funny-looking hat in your hand,
no pants, and you say you've got to get back
to somewhere within 15 minutes, right?
Right. You see, this is a time helmet.
I'm from 1890.
That's where I've got to get back to.
And your trousers?
I hung them up to dry in 1890.
Mmm. You're from 1890?
What proof have you?
Proof?
Yes. Ah! That watch.
Those clothes.
Where did you get them?
They're mine.
Is it possible?!
Quickly... who is the president?
You mean Benjamin Harrison?
Benjamin Harrison.
And before him?
Grover Cleveland.
But what's that...?
[Bellows] By George! I believe you, sir!
I believe you are from 1890!
Well, that's no news to me.
How to get back would be news.
And this is the device, eh?
How does it work?
Well, you...
Well, I don't know!
See, I'm only the janitor.
Janitor, hmm?
Hmm. Primitive, but functional.
Yes, yes, yes.
Fascinating.
Oh! Where are you going?
Proprietor!
Propr/"I
yeah?
Would you come here a moment, please?
[Clears throat] Yes, please.
What is it?
Can you fix it?
We can fix anything.
Good.
Thursday, about 2:00.
(Both at the same time) Thursday?!
You don't understand.
This man must get back to 1890.
Oh, you're in the wrong block.
This is only 1600.
No, no, no, no, no.
That's a time helmet.
And this man is from the year 1890.
What are you, some kind of nut?
I'm an electronic scientist, young man.
Now, just lend me those tools...
Don't touch the tools!
(Scientist) Bu t this /8...
Don't touch the tools!
Listen to me.
Howdy.
I'm going to tell you something.
Yeah?
Tha t man doesn't ha ve all h/s buttons.
Oh, you don't bel/eve me, huh?
Well, /'ll prove /t to you.
Lookat these papers.
We barel y ha ve 15 minutes
to get back to his time continuum.
Now, if you'll repair that...
Excuse me.
This feller says
he hasn't got all his buttons.
What's he mean, he has no buttons?
Means he has no mental facilities, yes?
Who said that?
This feller here in the window.
That's TV!
Who's TV?
TV... television.
Oh, you wouldn't understand if itold...
What on earth are you doing, young man?
Don't do that to me, pal.
Look, look, look.
All we want is this soldered to that.
Don't touch the tools, will you?
You don't understand.
D-D-Don't touch my tools, if you don't m/nd.
Look, allow me to show this to you.
[Ye/is] Don '7' touch the tool s!
[Vacuum cleaner whirring loudly]
[Loud] What did you say?
[Loud] I'm trying to explain to you...
Don't holler. Don't holler!
You don't... just a moment, please.
[Vacuum cleaner stops]
(Mulligan) Hel p!
Help!
H-H-Help!
H-H-He...
What are you doing in here?!
Now, look, we want to get this thing finished in time,
just sit down quietly, please.
[Clears throat] N 0 w.
You sure th/s isn't some kind of a coffee maker?
No, sir, tha t's a very scientific piece of equipment.
[Vacuum cleaner starts again]
Five dollars, please.
What is that little thing in there?
Oh, well, that, you see...
That is a transitron.
Don't... don't touch my tools,
if you don't mind.
I'm merely trying to point out to you that,
in order to facilitate that...
Don't point with my tools, please!
Would you allow me to please make this clear to you?
Don't you understa...?
That's mine!
Oh, just a moment!
[Vacuum cleaner stops]
Now where has he gone?
Come on out.
Will you come out?!
Just keep working.
Keep working!
[Honking]
Hey...
Wha t's the idea of running around with no pants on?
Alley... oop!
Well, is it ready?
Couple of small, minor adjustments, you'll be all set.
I envy you your trip, sir.
1890 is a wonderful period.
Mmm. For instance, no income tax.
"I ncom e tax?"
I am a scholar of that period, sir.
It has a charm... nay, a fascination... for me.
The very thought
of ha v/ng lived in those halcyon da ys...
I'll sure be glad to get back.
If I ever do.
How much time is there left?
We got less than five minutes!
Mmm. Tell me about your town, sir.
Where, for instance, might a scientist find employment?
You a scientist?
Yes. Are there any in your town?
Well, professor Gilbert.
I work for him.
Oh?
There you are, gentlemen.
All fixed.
Good. What do we do now?
Uh... pay me.
Hmm? Pay the man, pay the man.
Ah! That's just the right amount. Thank you.
Uh... how does it work?
Oh, you just set this dial.
[Whirring]
[Goom uaughs]
Hey, what are you doing?
I intend to use it myself
in exactly three minutes.
You can't do that!
But I am doing it, sir.
I'm returning to that time of bliss
and simple pleasures!
And leaving me here?
Your fate is unimportant, sir. You are a janitor.
I am a scientist!
Why, I...
Stand back! In less than three minutes,
I shall have escaped this age of madness!
Look, look.
I brought a chicken with me
all the way from 1890.
All I did was hold it.
We can go back together.
You're lying, sir!
I am not.
[Shoufl
[Honks]
[Honking]
[Screeching]
Hey, look out!
(Male motorist) Get tha t nu t out of here.
1890, here I come.
[Piano playing ragtime, off]
[Piano continues]
(Narrator) "To each his own."
So goes another old phrase
to which Mr. Woodrowmulligan would heart/I y subscribe.
For he has learned, def/n/tel y the hard way,
that there is much wisdom in a third old phrase
which goes as follows:
"S ta y in your own backyard."
To which it might be added,
"and, if possible, ass/st others to stay in the/rs."
Via, of course, the twilight zone.
(Male presenter) Rod serl/ng, crea Tor of the twilight zone,
will tell you about next week's story
after this message.
And now, Mr. Serl/ng.
Next week, on the twilight zone,
you'll find yourself inexplicably entangled in this dark dungeon.
You'll meet an incredible group of people who, like you,
will be quite unable to explain how they got there,
why they got there, or how they're gonna get out.
And at the end we're going to belt you
with one of the most surprising endings we've ever had.
Next week, five characters in search of an exit
o n the twilight zone.
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