[Theme music playing]
(Narrator) You're tra vel/ng through another dimension.
A dimension not onl y of sight and 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.
[Suspense music]
Okay, dump him.
[Car door closes]
[107 ad]
[Siren wailing in distance]
[Sirens growing louder]
[Sirens passing by]
Nathan Edward bledsoe, of the bowery bledsoes,
a man once, a specter now,
one of those myriad, modern-day ghosts that haunt
the reeking nights of this city
in search of a flop, a handout, a glass of forgetfulness.
Nate doesn't know it, but his search is about to end
because those shiny new shoes are going to carry him
right into the capital of the twilightzone.
(Man) Hey, na te.
Yeah, what do you want?
Nothin'.
Just wondered where you was going.
You, uh, make a little strike, Nate?
Nah.
So what's the hurry?
I don't know.
Don't try to kid me, Nate... you're after a jug.
(Man) Sa m. Wha t has come of you?
I see the whole thing
a case of assault and battery.
What are you talking about?
I just asked him...
I will gladly testify for you in a court case.
Eh, forget it. He didn't mean nothing.
Spoken like a true gentleman.
There, you see? Aren't you ashamed of yourself
to think that a man of such honor
would refuse to share his windfall
with his old comrades.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Nathan, please,
don't destroy the image that I have created.
It's quite obvious that you're on to something.
We couldn't mistake your steadfast walk,
your sense of well-being.
And your new shoes,
they're a bit expensive, aren't they?
I found 'em in aalley.
Yes. It looks to me
like, uh, British workmanship,
but aren't they just, uh, a little bit snug?
They do feel a little funny.
Yes, I'd be glad...
Ah, but they fit okay.
Uh, Nathan, when you found the footgear,
did you also, by the remotest chance, find...
Just the shoes.
Now where are you headed, pal?
Take your hand off me.
Dane? I'm glad you're back, honey.
I keep losing.
[Chuckles] Well, what have you got...
[Suspense music]
Who are you?
What do you want?
Look, you better get out of here.
That's Dan e's bottle.
Mm-hm, that's why I'm drinking it.
If he comes back and finds you here,
he'll kill you.
Mister, don't you hear me? He'll kill you.
(Nathan) W/I ma.
You'll never make it do wns ta/rs. [Whimsical music]
Fix me a drink.
[Shaver buzzing]
Bernie? Wilma.
Is Dane there?
Oh, well look, if he comes back, will you tell him that.
Would you tell him that I need him right away?
I'm at the apartment. Okay.
All right, mister, where's Dane?
Dane?
I don't understand, lady.
Oh, yes, you do. You've got his shoes,
and no one else wears shoes like Dane's.
Oh, the shoes.
I found the shoes.
You mean, you stole them.
Yeah, that's right, lady, I stole them.
Where?
I don't... I don't understand...
At the club?
The what?
Well, what was he doing there?
I don't know, lady, honest.
Well, what do you know, mister?
Nothing.
I don't know nothing, lady...
You know, I ought to kill you...
Busting in here like you own the place.
Lady, please, don't do that.
Please don't do that, please don't do that!
Put on the shoes and get out of here.
Yeah.
Yes, lady, I'll go.
[Whimsical music]
I thought I told you to mix me a drink.
Oh, look, mister...
Do I have to break your arm?
[Door closes]
[Suspense music]
How about that drink?
[Sighs] Well, what'll it be?
What'll it be?
What do I always have?
I don't know what you always have, mister,
I really don't.
Try Tequila.
With a cube of sugar.
Do you want to tell me who you really are?
You tell me.
You know, Dane's coming back,
and if you knew what was good for you...
Oh, I, uh, know what's good for me.
You.
Don't touch me.
Don't touch me, don't... [moans]
Now, who am I, baby?
Dane.
No, you're not.
You're not, you're not!
What have you done with him?
[Sobbing] And what have you done with him?
What have you done with him?
[Sobbing]
Now, look, I have some unfinished business.
But you be here when I get back.
[Sobbing]
[Mellow jazz tune on piano]
[Foreign accent] I love that rhythm.
Yes, sir, what will it be?
[Loudly] Tequila with a cube of sugar.
Yes, sir.
Friend of yours?
Jimmy, that fellow at the bar,
you know him?
Negative.
Ben, what about you?
I've never seen him before in my life, why?
Well, he seems to know us.
You like to live dangerously, do you?
Am I?
If you keep on staring at this woman.
It's not the woman I'm staring at.
(Woman) I 00k.
You're driving me crazy.
Why don't you get rid of the guy?
Or invite him over, do something!
Ben, get him over here.
Hey.
Mr. Dagget would like to see you over there.
At his own personal table.
I don't know what to say.
Don't say anything, just do it.
All right, I accept.
Hey, sweetheart, sit over there.
Hello, Bernie.
You know me?
Oh, by reputation.
Oh. Oh, I get it.
Tequila with a lump of sugar, huh?
That's kind of a funny coincidence.
How's that?
Well, I, uh,
I had a good friend who drank the same stuff.
Oh?
Wha t's your name?
Kilroy.
Look, buddy, when Mr. Dagget asks...
What's your business, Mr. Kilroy?
Well, you might say, uh, I'm kind of a messenger.
I've got a message for you, Bernie.
Well, let's have it.
No, I, uh, was given instructions
to deliver this message privately.
Well, it's a touchy matter, you know how it is.
Who's it from?
Afraid I can't say.
It's a nice place.
Real nice.
The, um, the fellow that gave you this message,
what did he look like?
Uh, Bernie, my business is forgetting, not remembering.
Mm-hm.
All right, messenger, let's go.
Oh, no, this has got to be private.
It will be.
This is my office.
You can't get any more private than this.
Even the walls are soundproof.
Take it easy.
Happy easter.
You still got a message for me?
Oh, yes, but, uh, tell the easter bunny here
I'd like my gun back afterwards.
Mm-hm.
All right, boys.
Sit down.
Make yourself comfortable.
Well, well, well.
How did you get it cleaned so fast, Bernie? [Whimsical music]
What?
The rug.
I understand bl ood's very hard
to get out, isn't it?
I don't know what you're talking about.
I'll tell you what/'ll do.
I'll tell you what I'm talking about.
I'm talking about a guy
who had a pretty nice thing going for him.
Plenty of dough, plenty of action.
Only he wasn't happy because he had a partner.
Tha t meant he couldn't be number one.
Being number one was very important to h/m.
So he offered to buy the partner out.
When the partner refused to sell, he killed him.
Right there.
You know, you'd never know.
It was a slick job.
Who are you?
Oh, I told you.
I'm a messenger.
And, uh, here's the message.
[Panel opens]
[Gunshots]
You didn't think that'd work twice, did you?
[Gunshot]
[Thump]
[Sighs] I'll be back, Bernie.
[Panting] And I'll keep coming back
aga/n and aga/n.
And I'll get you.
So help me, I'll get you.
[Suspense music]
Who is he?
It's d...
I don't know.
[Suspense music]
Oh, my dear Nathan,
you really are smashed, aren't you?
Very careless of you.
As for these,
we'll discuss them at some future date. [Whimsical music]
(Narrator) There's an old sa y/ng tha t goes,
"if the shoe f/ts, wear /t,"
but be careful.
If you happen to find
a pair of size nine black and gra yloafers
made to order in the old country, be very careful.
You might walk right into the twilight zone.
(Announcer) Rod serl/ng, creator of the twilight zone,
will tell you about next week's story
after this message.
And now, Mr. Serl/ng.
Perhaps no character in or out of fiction
has had as much notoriety or publicity
as the so-called grim reaper.
Next week on the twilightzone,
through the good offices of Mr. Earl hamner,
we present a unique story called "the hunt."
It concerns the demise of an old hunter and his dog.
And this one we rather urgently recommend to people
who have lost their senses of humor
and who'd like to recover same.
As one of my kids says,
there's a trillion, trillion ways of telling a story.
But there's really only one way to tell a chesterfield story
and that's simply to say
that great tobaccos make a wonderful smoke.
Try chesterfields. They satisfy.
This is James arness.
You know, it's onl ya short hop
from the twilight zone to dodge city and gunsmoke.
Sa turda y nights over most of these sta t/ons.