You unlock this door with the k e y of ima Gina t/on.
Beyond it is another dimension...
A dimension of sound...
A dimension of sight...
A dimension of mind.
You're moving into a land of both shadowand substance,
of things and ideas.
You've just crossed over into the twilight zone.
Is this the Bo from huong hoa?
That's right, sir.
We were caught in an ambush.
"Multiple shrapnel, abdomen.
Extensive tissue damage."
Well, we can't touch him here.
We'll have to send him on back.
What are his chances, sir?
Not very good, I'm afraid.
"Phillips, pip."
"Pip." that's an odd name.
Well, private pip, I wish you a long life.
Or, short of that, someone to mourn.
No, please!
Submitted for your appro val, one Max Phillips,
a slightl y the-worse-for-wear maker of book
whose life has been as drab and und/st/ngu/shed
as a bundle of dirty clothes.
And, though it's very late in his day,
he has an errant wish that the rest of his life
might be sent out to a laundry,
to come back shiny and clean,
this to be a gift of love to a son named pip.
Mr. Max Phillips, homo sapiens,
who is soon to discover that man is not as wise as he thinks...
Said lesson to be learned in the twilight zone.
Yeah.
Whew. It smells like a brewery in here.
Nice, huh?
Nice, no.
Typical, yes.
Got a visitor downstairs.
Some kid.
Did I ever tell you I love you, Mrs. Feeney?
Often and endlessly.
Well, I do love you.
You're the queen of women.
Mailman come?
Come and gone.
Anything for me?
Nope.
Nothing... From the kid?
No. Not this time.
But don't worry about him.
He's all right.
You ain't gonna do yourself any good.
You know that.
An astute observation, Mrs. Feeney.
Oh, I love you and your astute observations.
I mean it.
I really mean it.
I know.
How 'bout it, Mrs. Feeney?
It's to laugh, isn't it?
Isn't it to laugh?
Yeah.
Hi, Mr. Phillips.
Come on in.
You want a cigarette?
I got one.
Got two?
Yeah!
Thank you.
Uh... shady Lane lost yesterday.
That's the way of the world, georgy.
The rich get richer and the long shots lose.
So what's to do?
You said he had a good chance.
You told me he ran good on a wet track.
I said that?
Proving how little I know about horses, huh?
What am I gonna do?
I bet every nickel I had on him.
It's funny, George.
Can't think of a thing.
Oh. Big joke, huh?
Lots of laughs.
Where'd you get the money? Where'd it come from?
I got it.
From where?
From... from where I work.
"Where you work."
A white-collar heist, huh?
I borrowed it.
You borrowed it, sure, you borrowed it.
Without their knowing, you borrowed it.
How right am I?
So what's to do, georgy?
I'll go to jail.
I'll make book on that.
Poor georgy porgy, one of the breed...
Johnny-come-lately wisdom
grafted onto a second-guesser head.
So iaskaga/n, georgy,
what's to do?
Max Phillips is outside.
I haven't seen you in five days.
Seems like years.
Where's everybody?
Everybody's gone.
We settled accounts tonight.
Where were you?
A reasonable question.
I took the wrong bus?
You give me the wrong story now,
you'll wind up under the wheels.
1,341 bucks. Hey! Things are looking up.
It depends on where you're doing the looking.
From where I sit, I don't like the view.
I don't understand you, maxie.
I treat you like a favorite uncle,
and you double-cross me.
Egad, caught.
Kid by the name of George reynold
placed a bet with you...
$300, and the horse doesn't place
and yet, the dough never got to me.
Why, maxie?
I'll bite. Why?
Because you gave it back, that's why.
You welshed on me.
And I had to go out, find the kid
and get my dough back.
I had to rough him up a little bit
'cause he was stubborn. That was a lot of trouble.
For 300 lousy bucks.
Yeah, an awful lot of trouble.
But you know how it would be, max/e,
if / let this one pass.
It'd be the first of a long line.
Inside of three months, I wouldn't ha vea shirt.
Kid must ha ve been persuasive.
Ask the kid.
He's been asked. Look at his face.
If I don't get that dough back,
I'm gonna go to jail.
Don't you understand, Mr. Moran?
I'm gonna go to jail.
You're tearing me to pieces, kid, right in here.
You know what's the matter with you?
You listen to guys like Max Phillips.
That was mistake one.
Phillips never gave anything away in his life.
How right am I, maxie?
Very right.
A heel with a Robin hood complex,
but thin and short-lived, georgy porgy.
Remember that the next time
somebody tries to hand you something for nothing.
Consider the source.
Yeah.
Who?
He's busy now.
All right, all right.
It's you r LAN dlady.
Says there's a telegram for you.
Yeah, Mrs. Feeney.
Open it up.
Department of the army?
Well, read it to me.
No, I'm all right, Mrs. Feeney.
Thank you.
Pip is dying.
My kid is dying in a...
A place called south Vietnam.
There isn't even supposed to be a war going on there,
but my son is dying.
It's to laugh.
I swear, it's to laugh.
Hey, Max, oh, hey, kid, I'm sorry.
My kid used to love amusement parks.
I used to take him on Saturday nights.
It ain't like the kid's dead already.
What I mean is that...
When I wasn't too drunk,
or when I wasn't out conning for you,
I... used to take him to the amusement park.
You know something, moran, I think you're wrong.
I have given something away.
My kid, pip.
The good part of me.
The clean part.
The parti was proud of.
Georgy, you put this back
where it came from.
Now, maxie, I'm sorry about your kid, but...
No more! No more!
20 years ago, I should have spit right in your eye.
20 years ago, I should have known
how little time a man has to raise a son.
A little belated honor now, George.
You get out of here.
Walk as fast as you can.
Don't look behind you.
Moran, if your boy is reaching for a cigarette,
you tell him the smoke bothers me.
And if he's reaching for anything else,
tell him I'll cut his heart out
before he halfway reaches it,
then I'll go to work on you.
Get out. Get out!
Move!
I was gonna change.
That's a fact, pip, I was...
I was gonna change.
I was... I was gonna meet you when you got off the boat.
So now there's no more bets,
and there's no more bottles...
But, oh...
There's no more pip either.
Oh, god...
If I...
If I could just talk to him, you see?
If I could just see him...
If I could just tell him...
All right, my friends, that'll do it.
Let's see if he'll survive for an hour.
If he can hang on for that long,
ithink he'll hang on for good.
Well, good luck to you...
What was his name? Pip?
Good luck to you, pip.
Pip?
Pip.
Hey, pip.
Hey, pop, I've been waiting.
Hey, pip!
Hey, pip.
Pip, my boy.
Hey, pop, I've been waiting for ever so long.
Hey, pip.
Oh, pip, hey!
Pip.
Wait, you're 10 years old again, pip.
How come you're 10 years old again?
That's what I am, pop.
I'm 10 years old, and it's Saturday night.
You said to meet you on the midway,
and I've been waiting.
I was afraid you weren't gonna come.
But... but I don't understand.
I really don't understand.
Sometimes you don't show up, pop.
Sometimes you're... when you're sick or something.
You remember what I used to say, pip. You remember?
I remember.
I used to say...
"Hey, pip, who's your best buddy?"
"Hey, pop, you're my best buddy."
Oh!
What do you want to do? What do we do?
How about some rides, pop? Or some cotton candy?
Sure. Some rides and some cotton candy.
Anything you want. Anything at all.
But, pip... pip, you're 10 years old again.
See, I don't understand that.
It doesn't make any difference now.
We're here, and we're together,
and we can go on some rides.
Sure we can.
Sure we can, pip.
Come on, let's go.
Hey.
Come on, pop.
Whoa!
Pop, help, help.
How about this?
Ooh, neat.
Come on, dad.
Work the gun, not the jaws.
You hit a duck.
Pip, you hit a duck!
You hit it.
Pip.
Who's your best buddy, pip?
You, pop. You're my best buddy!
What's the matter, pip?
What happened?
Pip, what's the matter?
Pip, listen to me.
Pip.
Pip!
Pip.
Pip!
Pip.
Pip. Pip.
Pip.
You have to understand this.
You have to try and listen and understand.
All those times when I wasn't around,
when I was out conning
and being a shill, or when I was too drunk,
and when I'd drag you from one rooming house to another...
It doesn't make any difference now, pop.
It makes a difference, pip.
It does make a difference
because I want you to know that no man...
Oh, listen to me, son.
No man ever, ever loved a boy any more than I love you.
It was because...
Well, because I dreamed instead of did.
And I wished and hoped instead of tried.
But as god is my witness, pip, I loved you.
See, I wouldn't be able to put it into words
'cause there isn't any language, but...
But I love you.
Pip.
You can't leave me now.
Pip, you can't go away from me now.
Pip!
Pip. Pip.
Pip!
Pip. Pip.
Pip?
The hour's up now, pop.
I have to go.
I don't belong here.
You see, pop, the hour's up, and I'm dying.
But you're... you're just a kid.
You're just a little boy, pip.
You can't die.
I want to spend the rest of my life being withyou
and doing things for you and giving you things.
That's all that life means to me anymore.
That's the only thing that's important.
And, pip, I promise you, there'll be no more bottles,
and no more con job, nothing,
and no more having to wait for me.
Pip.
Pip!
I'm dying, pop.
I'm sorry, but I have to go back.
Why, pip?
Why?
Hey, god?
Hey, god...
I'll make a deal with you.
I give you...
I give you the sodden carcass of a...
Of an aging, weak idiot.
I give you me.
All you have to give back is pip.
Please, god, don't take my boy.
Please.
Take me.
You all right, pip?
Oh, sure. I'm fine.
It's this leprechaun grandkid of mine.
She wants to go on the Ferris wheel.
Wanna come with us?
Ah, no, thanks.
I'll just sorta walk around.
You know, this place reminds me of your father,
god rest his soul.
He used to talk about taking you here all the time.
Yeah, we sure had some good times.
Oh, we had some wonderful times.
We'll meet you over by the Ferris wheel
when we get off, huh?
Okay. Have a good time.
You watch out, huh, pip?
Work the gun, not the jaws.
That's what my pop used to say.
Hey, pop, you're my best buddy.
You always were.
Ver y little comment here
sa ve for this small aside.
That the ties of flesh are deep and strong.
Tha t the capacity to love
isa vital, rich and all-consuming function
of the human animal.
And tha t you can find nob/lity and sacrifice and love
wherever you ma y seek it out...
Down the block, in the heart...
Or... in the twilight zone.
And now, Mr. Serl/ng.
N ext on twilight zone,
we dabble in the manly arts with a show called "steel,"
written especially for us by Richard Matheson.
This one isn't just for prizefighting buffs
because the story is above and beyond
anything remotely involving the Marquis of queensberry.
Rather, it's a tender, touching and tough analysis
of some very bizarre people.
Lee Marvin and Joe mantell take a walk in the twilight zone
next in "steel."