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.
Hey! You with the rich boyfriend.
Well, come on. Just because I'm successful, that don't make me stuck-up.
La-la!
Hello, sal. Whose is it?
Oh, it couldn't be mine, huh?
Come on, whose is it?
It belongs to some guy, his name's Halpert. He's about 170 years old
and owns half of Connecticut.
How do you know him?
I got a new job washing cars in the building where he lives.
And I see this little beauty sitting there waiting for action.
Well, you know, the battery might run down, something like that.
You mean that he doesn't know that you have his car?
Baby, he doesn't care, he digs me!
See, I've done him some small favors and... well, come on, let's go!
No, thanks very much.
No, wait, I ain't lying. The only time he leaves that place
is to dig chicks and to try and find out what it was like when he was young.
Well, I'm sorry, I'm tired and I told my father I'd play chess with him tonight.
Chess? Wait a minute.
Okay. Okay, I...
Watch how I can make nice.
Oh, gee, I'm sorry. Well, I'll borrow the wheels again next Friday
and be by to pick you up. Now, wasn't that polite?
Yes. Very polite.
I meant what I said the last time, sal.
No, you didn't.
Yes, I did. We can't keep seeing each other.
I should never have let it get started in the first place.
Sure, as long as you're the saintly social worker
and I'm one of the crumbs, everything's all right.
But as soon as we get too close, you notice I got dirt on my hands.
That has nothing to do...
And that I don't talk like your old man.
Sal, we're just two people who are never going to understand each other.
Baby, with your education,
you can come up with a better "dear John" than that.
I'm sorry.
Listen. I ain't always gonna have dirt on my hands.
And I don't need no books to show me which way is up.
I got the map, and I'll get there.
Leah, is something the matter?
No. No, dad, there's nothing wrong.
No, there's nothing wrong, dad.
Hello, sal.
Are you happy that you've convinced her
that she's too much for a bum like salvadore Ross, hm?
I admit I wouldn't choose you for my daughter.
But it's not my decision. It's hers. Besides, I may be wrong about you.
She obviously sees you differently than I do.
No, I don't.
Not anymore.
Why can't I want something in my life and get it?
Just once!
Confidential personnel f/le on sal vadore Ross.
Personal/ty: A vola tile mixture of furyand frus tra t/on.
Distinguishing ph ys/cal character/s tic: A badl y broken hand
which w/ll require emergency trea tment a t the nearest hospital.
Ambition: Shows great determination toward self-improvement.
Estimate of potential success: A sure bet for a listing in who's who.
In the twilight zone.
Here we are, Mr. Ross.
The orthopedic ward is full. But you'll be just fine in here for tonight.
Why don't you just let me go home, huh?
Because the doctor has to prepare the cast after he checks the x-rays tomorrow.
Good night.
Wait a minute! Where are my clothes?
Your clothes are in that closet. Now, good night.
Good night.
You do something to your hand?
No. I came here for a good night's sleep.
The Waldorf was getting on my nerves.
I bet it hurts.
Yeah, it hurts.
You're still lucky, though.
My luck wins prizes.
No, I... I mean it.
I've got this awful congestion in my chest.
Are you griping about a cold?
At your age, it might just be a cold.
But at mine, it could easily turn into pneumonia.
You know, young man, you could break both legs and an elbow
and you'd still be swimming inside of a month.
Yeah? Well, if you think...
If you think this is so great, well, let's swap.
You take my busted hand, and I'll take your lousy cold.
It's a deal.
Oh, my hand. What's the matter with my hand?
Oh. What have you done?
Quite a bargain we made, huh, pop?
No, please. I wanna swap back.
Please, look, it'll never heal, not at my age.
All deals are final.
If you buy this, Mr. Halpert, it'll be the best thing that ever happened to you.
Come in.
Wow, this some pad you got here!
Strange for a man of my years. That's what you're thinking?
Oh, no, listen, I always figure you still know how to swing, you know.
Well, where is it?
Wha t?
This wonderful item that I'm supposed to purchase.
Uh, well, you're looking at it.
I'm looking at it?
Yeah, it's, uh, youth. That's what I want to sell you.
Youth that comes in bot... come on, get out of here.
No, wait a minute. Wait a minute, look, I read in the paper
that you're 72 years old, right? I'm 26.
Now, what would you give to be 26 again, hm?
I think you're the kookiest kid they ever turned loose in the streets.
Okay, think what you wanna think. But just listen to me, will you?
It won't hurt anything. Now, come on,
how much would you give to be 26 years old again? How much?
Well, come on, how much? Um, a million bucks?
All right, let's say a million dollars.
And what about this pad, do you own it?
Yes, I own it.
Do you throw that in as part of the deal?
How do you propose to deliver these years you rave about?
I'm going to sell you myyears.
All right, I'll tell you what you do.
You wrap the years up and mail them to me, huh?
How about the pad? Is that gonna be part of the deal?
Yes, I'll make it part of the deal.
I wouldn't think of taking your years for anything less than their worth.
Man, a million bucks and this pad. You just bought 46 years, Mr. Halpert.
I'm sure I did.
No, you're not sure. But you got a big surprise in store.
Go on, get out of here.
Come in.
Here are the evening papers you ordered, sir.
Come in.
Shut the door.
Come all the way in. Let me have a look at you.
You're the new owner. I was wondering why I hadn't seen you.
Well, uh, I've been staying in.
But I've seen you, uh, operating the elevator.
Oh? What happened to Mr. Halpert?
Oh, well, he decided to take a cruise with some young friends of his.
He's going to beawayso long, he was k/nd enough to sell me this place.
That-that sounds just like Mr. Halpert.
He sure knew how to spend his money.
How much do you make a year?
Well, um, right now I get $52.50 a week, plus tips.
Hm. Well, then this should help some.
Here we are.
Picture of Lincoln just for bringing the papers.
Mr. Ross, I have a feeling you're gonna get very good service around here.
How would you like to make more?
Lots more?
Just so long as it's legal, Mr. Ross.
How old are you?
Nineteen.
Would you like to be 20?
I figure I'll make it one of these years.
What would you say if someone wanted to buy a year of your life
for say, uh,
$250?
I suppose I'd tell him to go take a leap at the moon.
You mean you wouldn't sell a year of your life for that money?
I enjoy my life, Mr. Ross.
The da ys ma y be dull, but/ wouldn't swap some of my n/ghts
for all the crown jewels in a golden bucket.
Wait, come back!
Yes, sir?
You thought I was joking, didn't you?
I don't think I know what you're talking about, Mr. Ross.
What's your name?
Albert rowe.
Well, you can put that in later, hm?
Here we are.
Now,
doesn't that make it more reasonable?
That's $1,000, Mr. Ross.
That's right, Albert.
What do I have to do?
I told you. Nothing. If you accept this,
you'll wake up in the morning one year older, that's all.
Does it really make that much difference to you whether you're 19 or 20?
Well, now that you put it that way,
I-I guess 20 is not such a bad age.
Fine. Then you've made a deal, Albert.
A very, very good deal.
Well, uh, nice doing business with you, Mr. Ross...
And Albert. You might pass the word among your friends
that I'm always good for cash on these terms.
They'll be beating down your doors.
Who knows, I might decide to sell you a couple more years myself.
I'll be here, Albert.
Thank you for waiting.
Yes, sir.
You're new here, aren't you?
Yes, sir.
Thank you, Mr. Ross.
I'm coming.
Is Leah home, yet?
No, not yet, she isn't.
You don't mind if I wait for her, do you?
Haven't seen you for quite a while.
Well, I've been busy making myself worthy of your daughter.
Leave her alone, please.
Come on. Look, my nails are clean.
I'm dressed in the right clothes.
You're obviously doing very well, and I'm glad for you.
Then why tell me to leave her alone for?
I'm a good catch, Mr. Maitland.
A real good catch.
Not for Leah.
Yes. Exactly for Leah.
Tell me, what is it that makes you so superior, huh?
I mean, what have you done that puts you on the top shelf?
Teaching in that rattrap school all your life?
No, not teaching, um, babysitting.
And you come home from the war,
and what do you bring? A game leg,
and a handful of crummy souvenirs to put on your wall.
You know what you are? You're a loser, Mr. Maitland.
Even worse than I used to be.
And you want Leah to marry somebody like you, huh?
Yes, even though in your eyes /'ma failure.
Would you be a good husband to her?
I can buy her anything if I want to.
Do you love her?
I want her, Mr. Maitland.
That's not enough. Leah needs somebody who is kind and...
Hi, dad.
Hello, dear.
Hello, sal.
Your father and I were having a pleasant little chat.
I've worked very hard to improve myself.
Haven't I, Mr. Maitlan d?
You certainly look very prosperous.
I've had some luck.
Did you?
I'm glad.
You know, you even sound different.
Oh, you not/ced that.
Well, I met this young fellow from college
and, uh, he needed some money, so we made a deal.
I paid him to help me improve my way of talking.
You must have worked very hard, sal.
I'll tell you all about it over supper.
No, thank you very much. I'm really so busy tonight.
Nonsense. I've worked so hard at improving myself
that even your father can't object to you going out with me.
Can you, Mr. Maitland?
Would you mind, dad?
Leah, you know I've never tried to tell you what to do.
I won't stay out late.
And I would like to hear about everything that's been happening to you.
Just give me a couple of minutes to change.
See?
Now tell me you feel nothing but a blank.
That, uh,
that never was the problem.
Well, then, what was the problem?
You broke off with me because I was wrong.
What kind of guy is right for you, Leah?
You tell me what kind of guy is right for you and I'll bethat guy.
It doesn't work that way.
Well, I've got a Christmas morning surprise for you, baby.
It works that way with me.
I can be anything I want. I can buy anything I want.
I wish I could explain it to you.
It's not something that you can buy.
You name it.
It's the kind of person you are.
The things you care about, the people you care about. I'm not criticizing you.
It's just the way you are.
What way, hm?
You don't care about me.
Not reall y. You don't care about anybody.
Are you gentle?
Are you kind?
The man I marry is going to have to have compassion,
because otherwise I won't be able to love him.
You mean like your stupid old man
who rushes up eager to get pushed around?
Yes.
I think my father's a compassionate man.
He cares about people just because they're people!
That's the kind of man I'm talking about.
I'm tired, sal.
I'm going home.
Come here.
Don't you understand?
It's not something that you can buy.
Go on, get out. Get out of here.
Hello, dad.
Hello.
Oh, Mr. Maitland. You shouldn't have waited up for us.
Here she is, safe and sounder
than she was before she left.
I'm sorry, dad.
It's all right.
It's nice to know that somebody worries about me though.
Don't flatter yourself so much, my dear.
I really wanted to talk to sal.
All right.
If, uh, you two will excuse me,
I've really got a very busy day tomorrow.
Goodbye, sal.
So long.
Good night, dad.
Good night, dear.
I'm glad you came in.
Oh, well, you're going to be even gladder.
I've thought a lot about it,
and though I realize that you are what you are
and it's not my place to judge you... please, please!
I cannot let you ruin her life by marrying her.
I came here strictly on business.
You've got something I want to buy
and I'm prepared to offer you $100,000 for it.
Now, let that sum
stir around in your head for a minute.
$100,000.
Now, that's enough to take care of you and to provide for Leah.
What do I have that's worth that kind of money?
Well,
it's a little hard to explain.
I love you very much.
Hello, Mr. Maitland.
I was just telling Leah that I was hoping you'd be home.
I- I wanted to talk to you.
Can I come in?
Yes.
Honey, would you leave us alone for a few minutes?
It won't take long.
I love you.
I've got something I want to say to you.
I'm sorry for all the worry and grief I've caused you.
You see, you were right about me.
I wanted to marry Leah to-to prove something.
You see, she was a prize, a symbol.
But all that's changed.
And I know now that I'm very much in love with her.
And I'll make her a good husband. I promise you that.
I warned you I wouldn't let it happen.
You don't understand.
It's all changed.
I'm asking you for forgiveness.
For compassion.
Compassion?
Don't you remember?
I sold it to you yesterday.
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On our next outing, Charles beaumont comes through
with another delightful flight of futuristic fantasy
about a society of another time in which you literally
can't tell the players without a scorecard.
They all appear in an identical mold. Collin wilcox, Richard long,
and special guest star Suzy Parker appear in a program called
"number twel ve looks just like you."
I hope you're around to catch the similarity.