[Eerie music]
(Narrator) You unlock this door with the k e y of ima Gina t/on.
Beyond it is another dimension...
A dimension of sound,
[glass shattering]
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.
[Jazzy music]
[Glass shattering]
[Music continues]
[Groan] Oh, I'm sorry, dear.
You keep forgetting I'm no longer a varsity end.
Oh, it was fun though, huh?
[Coughing]
My doctor should've witnessed that little activity.
If you persist in telling me about your ailments,
I may just have to run out and get sick.
[Turns off music]
It gets dull, you know.
Terribly dull.
I just, uh...
Mentioned it in passing, my dear.
What did you do today?
You, uh... did you go shopping?
Oh, I had a ball!
An absolute wild ball, an earthshaking ball.
Wanna know what I did?
Well...
First of all, I had breakfast.
Then I had lunch,
and then I fired the stupid maid.
And then...
I waited for you, harmon, dear.
So, all in all, I'd say it was one of those days
that made you simply want to go and jump off a bridge.
Am I getting through to you at all?
Why, it's smoky the bear.
Flora, dear, you could start a serious fire.
Big daddy, one of these long, late nights,
that's exactly what I'm gonna do.
While you're a t it,
why don't you pick up the remnants of that aged eyesore
that I so happily knocked over a few minutes ago?
This game from my mother.
It's a very old piece, flora.
Oh?
Worth what?
89 cents?
I'll tell you what, big daddy.
On our anniversary,
I'll go out and buy you six of them.
Then I'll take them all to the dime store
and have them gift-wrapped.
Then I'll even f/nd you some of your fa vor/te mus/c
and pla y it on your old v/ctrola.
Something like, uh, "come to the wildwood church"?
And other such red-hot toe-tapping numbers?
It's worth very little
except...
Except for sentimental value.
That's a word you may not understand, "sentiment."
It means "the capacity to love."
Big daddy, if I don't fill the bill,
why don't you just say so right out?
Should you fail to know it
there are 14 flights a day to Reno,
and I would just adore to be on any one of them.
Flora, I'm, uh...
I'm not angry, I just wish that you would, you would...
You would try to be more careful.
Somebody should have wished that five years ago
when we took out our papers.
Oh, I knew you were old, harmon.
I just didn't know how old.
You better be careful, big daddy,
because if you ever take me to a swinging weekend in Egypt,
I just may run away with a mummy.
I'll, uh...
I'll just wash up and we'll go to dinner.
Yeah.
You do just that.
We'll make it your night.
We'll do something really wild
like go to a band concert /n the park.
(Narrator) A picture of an aging man
who leads h/s life as Thoreau said:
In quiet despera t/on.
Because harmon Gordon ls ensla ved bya love affair
witha wife 40 years h/s jun/or.
Because of this, he runs when he should walk,
he surrenders when simple pride dictates a stand.
He pines away for the lost morning of his life
when he should be enjoying the evening.
In short, Mr. Harmon Gordon seeks a fountain of youth.
And who's to say he won't find it?
This happens to be the twilight zone.
[Sarcastically] Oh, great.
I didn't ask you to run the mile,
just to go dancing or the movies or something.
And don't start telling me about how you took me out of a chorus I/ne
and introduced me to the finer things.
Your idea of the finer things
is to hold hands ina mausoleum and listen to the organ mus/c.
Well, get yourself a nice, tall glass of warm milk, big daddy,
and curl up with an almanac,
'cause we want you happy, don't we?
[Door slams]
Uh, could I talk to Dr. Gordon, please?
Yes, thank you.
[Sighs]
Uh, Raymond?
It's harmon.
Raymond, I've got to talk to you tonight.
Would you please come over?
Uh, drink all right?
Uh, yeah, it's fine.
You look a little tired, harmon.
Well, I've been, uh...
A little rushed this past week, so...
Flora in bed?
Uh, yes, yes, she went to bed.
She asked to be remembered.
Oh, she'll be remembered.
You ought to get to know her better, Raymond.
She's really... She's really a very fine girl.
Did I say otherwise?
Well, I know you two haven't been exactly close,
certainly not as close
as a brother- and sister-in-law could be.
Harmon...
Will you do me a favor?
Certain ly.
As a matter of fact, two favors.
First, don't try to sell me flora.
You know what I think of her,
I've told her myself to her face
so I have no compunctions about saying it aloud.
I think she's a brassy, conniving, covetous little broad.
Let me fin/sh.
I could forgive her her hungers, harmon,
I could forgive her the fact that she's made out of asbestos
and hasn't got a heart in her body.
But I can't forgive her for what she's done to you.
You know that she's turned you
into a fr/ghtened, quak/ng fool.
You dote on her, you give in to her,
you run after her like a poodle.
Tha t's item number one.
Now the second favor is that...
From now on, after you've had your battles,
don't call me at odd hours of the night.
Well, I don't do that very often.
Once is often and twice is endless.
Harmon, we 're very close as brothers go.
You know there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you.
But I can't continue to run over here like a Saint Bernard
every time you get frozen halfway up the mountainside.
Now, she'sa preda Tory I/ttlealley ca t.
And she's al wa ys been tha t way.
I can just give you so much solace, so much sympathy,
and after that, it begins to craw.
Now, what is it tonight?
Just someone to while away the hours with
or is there something quite specific?
This thing you, uh...
Been working on.
Go on.
The cellular serum... you've been successful with it.
You must be out of your mind.
I'm desperate, yes, but I'm not out of my mind.
You've made animals younger, I've seen it myself.
You inject them with your fluid and they're young again.
Animals, yes.
Guinea pigs, white mice, hamsters.
I've been able to rejuvena te glands, organs,
sometimes a complete cellular structure.
But we haven't scratched the surface,
we're stumbl/ng /n the dark.
I want you to inject me.
You don't have a remote idea of what's involved.
We're 20 years away from trying this on a human being.
Why?
We're dealing In basic life form.
We have no idea of how much damage might result.
We don't know how it's gonna affect the basic metabolism
of the body or the mind, or the effect on the brain.
We're winging this, we've killed as many as we've saved.
You said you'd do anything for me.
Anything within reason.
Oh, but this is within reason.
I've come close to the end of my rope.
I'm at the point where it matters very little to me
whether I live or die.
I want you to test this serum on me,
make me young again.
Now, short of that, I don't want to get any older.
Aside from this pronounced death wish of yours,
how would you like to spend the rest of your life
as a mutated freak?
Or a g/bber/ng idiot?
Or a m/ndless shell?
That's not only possible, it's highly probable.
We can't control an experiment on a human being.
It would be catch as catch can.
I'd not only take the risk, I'd welcome it.
The answer is no!
Iwouldn't experiment on a strange bum
I found on the street...
Uh, Raymond.
To say nothing of my own brother.
Raymond, please, wait, wait.
Raymond, please.
The answer is no.
Good night, Raymond, and...
Thank you for coming.
[Door closes]
Harmon.
As a doctor, I can tell you
what the effects on the human body are
landing on concrete at the end of a 500-foot fall.
Well, as a man, can you tell me
what the effects are on the human brain
when a man is deeply, totally
and dedicatedly in love with a woman
who can't stand the sight of him?
Have you even the remotest idea
what kind of life this is for me?
I can tell you what it could be...
Or what it should be.
You're a bright, charming, wealthy, discerning guy,
you've been hammered out of shape
by a flashy piece of baggage not fit to wait on your table.
Well, whatever she is or isn't,
she is the only thing on god's earth
that I care about.
I beg you, give me a chance.
Give me a chance to save myself.
And if I don't?
Then we'll see who reaches the sidewalk first:
The man in the elevator or the free-falling body.
Oh, my dear god.
I feel sorry for you.
Let me think it over for an hour or two.
I'll come back.
Is that it?
That's it.
What can I expect?
You can expect a miracle,
but you're not very likely to get it.
Go to bed now, don't go to work tomorrow.
I'll be here early in the morning.
I want to be very close to you for the next few days.
Well, when can I expect some change?
Within six hours.
That's when the first physical change is noted.
As for the mental change,
none of the rats or Guinea pigs
have told me what the feeling was.
I'll be the first.
You'll be the first...
Assuming that you survive.
You want to know something, Raymond?
I'm not only going to survive,
I'm going to be young again, I can feel it.
I wonder if she has any idea what she's done.
Even one slight little suspicion.
But I promise you
that if you don't survive or if you're damaged in any way,
I'm going to take it out of her skin,
piece by piece.
She's going to donate a pint of blood
for every pint she's bled out of you.
And that's not a medical hypothesis, that's a promise.
Go to bed now.
I'll see you in the morning.
[Knocking at door]
[Groan]
Well, well, if it isn't the poor man's kildare.
What brings you out into the early dawn, doctor?
Where's harmon?
When last seen, he was pounding a pillow.
Is he all right?
What is this, e.S.P. Or something?
Iasked you a question... Is he all right?
I presume he is, but if you don't think so
just go in there and blow a bugle.
No, I'll wait for him to get up.
Yeah, you do that.
Take off your stethoscope and make yourself at home.
Haven't you talked to him this morning?
I ha ven't talked to anybody.
Tha t ls, unt/I you sa w flt to come pounding
at the door at this ungodly hour.
Did you talk to him last night?
He said something when he went to bed.
I didn't hardly hear him.
He sounded lucid to you?
Look, pally, I'm not the night nurse.
I think you're in the wrong ward.
Besides that, you bore me.
[Door opens]
How do you feel, harmon?
[Mocking] How do you feel, harmon?
I ask for Vince Edwards and look what they send me.
Ah, it's incredible what a good night's sleep
will do for a man, isn't it?
Harmon?
What have you done...?
Are you wearing makeup?
Makeup... no, no.
No makeup, just a good night's sleep.
Well...
You look so different.
Oh, do I?
Yes, you...
Well, you look wonderful, you...
You look so young.
[Laughing]
What's happened to you?
Ask my brother over there.
No, his brother doesn't know.
How do you feel, harmon?
I feel like a million dollars tax-free,
that's how I feel.
Know what I'll do for you, ray?
I'll let you take me on tour.
They'll write you up in all the medical journals.
But first you've got to give me four weeks.
Flora and I are going to go on a little ocean trip.
An ocean trip?
Mm-hmm.
Well... well, that's wonderful.
When do we go?
I've been thinking.
We ought to check if there's anything sailing tonight.
Unless of course you'd rather fly.
Oh, fly, sail, who cares?
Ooh, big daddy, I don't know what you've done to yourself
but let me clue you in about something:
I don't care, 'cause I like this fine.
Oh, yes, I like it fine.
I don't want you to plan any trips for quite a while.
Oh, blow it.
I'll just go and change for you, all right?
(Harmon) Where 'd you like to go?
Par/s? Rome? Tokyo? Hm?
Anywhere you say.
I'm your passenger.
Mm, ah...
Why, this is incredible.
You haven't looked that way since you were 30 years old.
That's fantastic, it's absolutely fantastic.
I keep getting younger.
If I keep going at this rate, I'll be drafted.
[Laughing]
If you don't stop, we may be in trouble.
Oh!
What do you mean, trouble?
I wish I knew...
How much longer it would go on
or how long before it stops.
Oh, it's still going on.
I can feel it.
Harmon?
It's still going on, what... what is...
Harmon?
What's going on with you?
What's happening?
[Gasps]
Leave him go.
I want him to go to bed.
Go to bed, harmon.
(Flora) You tell me what? T's happening to him.
Be quiet, leave him alone!
What's going on?
Leave him alone.
What is it?
Sit down, flora.
But I want to see him.
You will.
But I don't want you to wake him.
He's in shock now,
and sleep is precisely what he needs.
Iwanna see him right now.
You will.
But right now, flora,
as of this moment, you've got to readjust your life.
What are you talking about?
Look, is this some kind of a trick?
I want to see my husband.
Your husband is sleeping.
When he wakes up, he's going to need help.
Help?
What kind of help?
I want to see him.
You will.
But I think you'd best get orientated.
Flora, the ground rules change now.
Now you stay in your own yard.
The world doesn't begin and end with flora anymore.
It isn't just flora's wishes and flora's temperament,
and flora's capacity for anger.
Now it's something else. It's very different.
You have a responsibility now.
And you're going to honor it.
You're going to take care of harmon.
He's going to need you.
[Gurgling]
(Raymond) Fl or a!
Flora!
If you're leaving, make note of the fact
that what you're wearing is all that you take with you.
If you think that I'm gonna stay
and take care of a grubby, thumb-sucking kid...
That's precisely what you're going to do.
And short of that,
you leave here exactly as you arrived:
Unadorned.
All the furs and the jewelry
and anything else tha t my brother ga ve you...
Remain here.
He can't make me stay here.
You can't make me stay here, either.
There are other fish in this ocean, mister.
But you're not married to them.
You happen to be married to my brother.
That's crazy.
Crazy?
No. It's bizarre.
And it's a fact.
And if I ever hear that he's left alone
with nurses, maids and governesses,
you're gonna find yourself back on the chorus line.
Do you understand?
He's gonna get some a ttent/on now.
And / don't mean just int/ma te and sporad/c visits
between n/ghtcl ubs and beauty parl ors.
I mean from morning t/ll n/ght.
[Gurgling]
Won't he ever grow?
Oh, yes.
As of right now, he'll grow a little bit older each day,
like any little boy.
And you'll perform the process together.
As he grows older, you'll be growing old.
There's a little poetic justice, flora:
That you should be forced to drink from the same cup.
And then when tomorrow comes,
there'll be someone younger outs/de
wa/t/ng to come in.
Al wa ys wa/t/ng to come in.
But it isn't fair, Raymond.
It just isn't fair.
Everything...
Everything is on his side.
Well, you see, flora,
as you get older, see how wise you get.
(Narrator) It happens to be a fact.
As one gets older, one does get w/ser.
If you don't bel/eve it, ask flora.
Ask her any da y of the ensu/ng weeks of her life
as she takes notes during the coming years
and real/zes that the worm has turned.
Youth has taken over.
It's s/mpl y the way the calendar crumbles...
In the tw/I/ght zone.
(Male presenter) And now, Mr. Serl/ng.
Next time a new author joins the ranks of the elves and gremlins
who supply the imaginative material on the tw/I/ghtzone.
His name is Richard deroy
and his story is in the best tradition of the program.
It stars one of the gentlest,
and certainly the most able of america's actors,
a beloved little fixture on the American scene named ed wynn.
Next time out on the tw/I/ghtzone,
ed wynn stars in "90 years without slumbering."