The Twilight Zone (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Episode #2.3 - full transcript
Harry Pine.
Reading for the role
of Officer Chesterfield.
And, um, I can... I can shave
the beard, of course.
You know, if this progresses.
I just
I grow it between roles, so.
"Jim,
there's someone in your office."
Hey, Jon!
Hey, it's really good to be
reading for you again, Jon.
- I'm sorry, do we know
each other?
- Yes.
Uh, you-you-you cast me
in Macbeth.
It was a few years back.
Off-Broadway
at the Little Branch.
Sorry, I-I don't remember that.
- But it's nice to see you again.
- Uh
I'd really like to read
for the Steve role.
That's the lead,
and we called you in for...
- Yes, I-I know that.
- I'm sorry, I-I don't have
all day here. Are you gonna read
for Chesterfield or not?
Yeah.
Can you re-slate?
We need these auditions clean.
Okay, so who are you?
How'd it go, Harry?
It, uh...
It went kind of badly.
You know, Jon, he's-he's...
He just doesn't cast me anymore.
Oh, babe, I'm sorry.
Don't be sorry.
What?
I mean, you know what,
and, honestly, I don't even know
why I'm debasing myself
for this kind of work.
It's a really popular show,
Harry.
It's a horrible show.
The show sucks.
And what-what is that supposed
to mean, anyway?
It's not supposed
to mean anythi...
Damn it.
It's still on outside.
I guess we should
call the landlord.
Never mind.
I will do it.
Hi, Sam. It's Morena.
Yeah, the-the light...
It's the power bill.
I didn't pay it.
Um, actually,
Sam, never mind.
Uh, sorry to bug you.
Thank you anyways.
M... Okay.
What did you think
was gonna happen, Harry?
You can't just expect things
to be
I didn't think they would
just turn it off, okay?
Morena.
Hey. Hey.
Hey.
I know that things are not
the way that they should be
right now, but I'm
I'm working... Hey, look at me.
I'm working on it, okay?
Give me time. I have a plan.
- Okay?
- You're gonna let me in
on your plan?
Because it would be nice
to feel like we're working
on a solution together.
Okay.
Okay.
This-this is about money.
You pay bills with money,
and you're mad because
I don't have enough of it.
That's what this is.
No, it's about work!
Careers take work.
Relationships take work.
You-you act like you're just
entitled to money and people
- and pretty much
everything else!
- This is fucking dramatic.
- So...
- Oh, do not say "dramatic."
Don't you dare with that
antiquated gaslighting schtick.
The communication is crap,
and I'm getting tired
of living with a ghost
who can't be happy
for my success.
Do you even love me anymore?
Look,
I think we need to talk.
I'm gonna get the power
turned back on.
I'm going to my manager's
to pick up a check.
It's not just about checks.
Bro, watch it, man.
Okay. I can do this.
I can do this.
I went to Juilliard.
I can do this.
This is a robbery.
Empty the drawer
into the bag now.
- Come on. Let's go.
- Okay.
- Just... Okay.
- Empty the drawer.
- Just-just, uh...
- Hurry.
- Hold your horses.
- Come on.
- Yeah. Okay, I got it, I got it.
- Give me the 50s.
- Okay, just relax.
- Don't tell me to relax.
Let's go. Come on.
Everything okay, Jill?
Oh, no, no, no!
On the ground!
On the fucking ground right now!
Down. Down.
Everybody down!
All right. Okay, stay calm.
We'll all go home tonight.
Everybody calm down.
Okay. All right. That's right.
Give me the bag.
Give me the bag.
Give me the bag.
Oh, my God.
That's me.
That's me.
Meet Harry Pine.
Up until now,
he's failed to realize
that he's not the center
of the world.
But, as you can see,
he's also not entirely himself
at the moment.
Harry's mind is an uninvited
guest in an unfamiliar body.
He's about to go
on a journey of self-discovery,
the kind
that's only possible here
in The Twilight Zone.
You're traveling
through another dimension,
a dimension not only of
sight and sound but of mind.
It is the middle ground
between light and shadow,
between science
and superstition.
And it lies between
the pit of one's fears
and the summit
of one's knowledge.
You are now traveling through
a dimension of imagination.
You've just crossed over
into The Twilight Zone.
Luntz, head around back.
Secure the alley.
Copy that.
- He been unconscious
the whole time?
- Uh, yes, sir.
You knock him out
with that banana?
Uh, no, sir. Looked
like he was about to faint.
Uh, are you thinking allergies?
Uh...
Still breathing.
Hell of a time
to have a panic attack.
How far away are the paramedics?
One minute away, sir.
Oh, my God! Jill!
- I was so worried about you,
you poor thing.
- Uh...
You need to sit down.
They caught the guy.
- Everything's gonna be A-OK.
- Oh, that's, uh
- that's, uh... that's great. I... Thanks so much.
- You know,
I can't imagine what was going
through your mind out there.
- That creep must be an addict
or something.
- Oh.
- Tripping balls, I bet.
- I was thinking crack.
You know,
you don't look so good, Jill.
- I think you should sit down.
- Oh. No, I'm
I'm fine, um, um, ooh, uh...
- Belinda.
- Yes. Yes, yes. Belinda,
I just need to get home and,
and get some rest.
Jill,
you know
you can't leave with that.
Now is not a good time.
Okay, baby.
I know. I know.
Hey, look, I'll-I'll call you
back, all right?
Luntz, what's your position?
Approaching the back door now.
Let me know when you're insid.
Copy that.
- No, I am not giving you
the bag.
- Jill, no...
That is really not very polite,
you know.
Oh, I don't like the...
- Oh, oh, ladies.
- Stop that!
- Ladies. Easy! Easy!
- You back off, bitch!
- You just...
- Thank God! Officer,
she's trying to steal the money.
- Easy!
- I wasn't!
- She's a thief!
- Okay. All right,
- I'm gonna need you to c-calm...
- Shut up, bitch!
Whoa! Calm down!
Calm down! Everybody calm down.
- Officer, I wasn't trying
to do anything.
- All right?
Okay. Okay.
What's-what's your name, ma'am?
- Uh, uh...
- Your name, lady!
- Mm, mm...
- Your name!
Don't play dumb, Jill.
Her name is Jill.
I said to calm down!
What do
you got back there, Luntz?
Detective, uh, I've got
a lady back here.
It looks like she tried to take
a bag of cash in the confusion.
- No, I...
- I'm gonna need to take this.
- No, no! I wasn't...
- Copy that.
- Bring her to me.
- Copy that.
- Thank you!
- Hey, listen, Officer!
Hey!
This is
actually very interesting,
because I've noticed that things
have been missing around here,
particularly from the lunchroom.
I should have been thinking
that you're a thief!
How did I get here?
Officer, no, I want...
Well, I should have suspected
you're a thief!
Luntz, I want
to question that witness.
You bringing her
out here or what?
- Luntz!
- Wh-Wh-What is happening?
Oh, don't play dumb, Jill.
You're such a phony!
H-How can you say that, Belinda?
Well, I was at your wedding!
Luntz, where you at?
Uh, I'm right here, Reece.
Whoa...
Whoa, what's going on?
Why-why am I in cuffs?
Wha...?
Where's my uniform?
Huh? Yeah, yeah.
Oh, no, no worries, no worries.
It's all good, it's all good.
Luntz, it's Reece.
What's your 20? Watch where you're going,
bro.
Where the hell are you?
Hey! Hey!
Yeah, thanks for your service.
"Oh, but I think him
better than I say.
And yet would herein others'
eyes were worse."
"Far from her nest,
the lapwing cries away.
My heart prays for him..."
Yes?
Hey.
Morena, it's me, Harry.
I'm calling
from a different phone.
No, it's not.
Who is this?
No, no, no.
I-I know I sound weird,
but it really is me, Harry.
No, it's not, weirdo.
Don't call here again
or I'll call the police.
No, no, no, no. Don't do that.
M-Morena.
Morena, no.
Damn it.
Yes?
Okay, so Pine has no priors
as far as we can tell.
He's an actor
but doesn't work much.
And he did some television work,
nationally, about ten years ago.
We're checking the federal
databases now, too.
Yeah, I doubt you'll find much.
Seems like a nobody.
Is he still acting all weird?
Yeah, he's still denying
it was him.
Still saying
he isn't Pine, so, yeah.
Crazy.
You think he's
a head case, Pete?
I don't know.
Any word on the actual
Patrolman Luntz?
Uh, none... he hasn't called in
and we think he shut
his walkie off.
His wife hasn't heard
from him, either.
What about the money?
Oh, it's gone,
the video from the bank
shows he had it
with him when he left.
Do you, uh, think
they were in on it together?
Does that sound
like something Luntz would do?
- Right.
- How long have we known him?
It does seem
very out of character.
But who really
knows anybody, right?
Whoa, man.
That is so deep, Hill.
Here's an idea.
Why don't you go find him?
Morena, it's me...
Harry.
Don't freak out.
Don't freak,
don't-don't freak out.
I know...
I-I know... I
I know this is weird.
I know this is weird.
I know th... I-I know this is...
I...
This is weird.
This is...
Morena.
I'm-I'm-I'm Harry. I'm Harry.
I'm Harry. I'm...
You know how fast
you were going, ma'am?
You know, the thing
about being on the force is
it's not just a way of life,
it's also death.
Let the girl go,
you freaking punk!
Huh?
It's just you and me
and I'm the one with the gun!
So, what's it gonna be?!
You or me?!
Wow, that was pretty good.
These freaking casting
directors, they don't.
Hurry up in there!
Uh, uh... occupied!
I need you
to start
talking.
I don't know what
to tell you, Peter.
It's me!
It's-it's Luntz.
I-I have, I have no idea
what is going on.
I-I mean
I feel like I'm dreaming.
Hmm.
Well, wake the fuck up.
I know who you are...
You are Harry Pine,
a 40-year-old actor
who isn't working all that much.
No! No, it's me.
It's Luntz.
Uh, my-my-my kids
my kids are Quin
and Violet, okay?
And-and m-my wife Meg,
she-she-she's an attorney.
I-I got hammered at last year's
Christmas party,
and-and-and you drove me home.
- Mm-hmm.
- It's Luntz!
Okay, so, what,
you're good at research.
What, man, you think
you're the first person
to sit across this table
from me this week
trying to set up
an insanity defense?
It's the strangest sensation.
I was, I was back there,
and I-I looked her in the eye,
and she looked at me,
and it's like she
she was gone, and I,
I guess I was gone, too,
'cause I don't
I don't know.
O-Okay, I...
You-you need to know I-I mean
no disrespect with this, Peter.
I would, I would
never bring this up
in any other situation, okay?
But I-I know
something about you that...
Pine, he'd-he'd,
he'd never know.
Really?
I know your secret.
Here's your cappuccino.
Have a great day.
Good afternoon, Officer.
Can I get a drink
started for you?
Raisin bagel with butter.
Can I get your name?
Morena.
Morena?
Okay, that wasn't right.
- Sorry, say again?
- Uh, it's fine.
Can I get something, uh,
for your friends over there?
No.
No.
Oh, you, uh, dropped your bag...
Hey, buddy, what's going on?
Hey, Luntz, you all right?
- Why didn't you answer?
- Hey, what's going on?
- What's going on? Where am I?
- Hey. Sir?
- Huh?
- Hey, drop the bag!
Freeze!
Hey, stop! Stop!
Stop!
Stop! Stop!
Ow, my foot!
Out of the way!
Out of the way! Stop!
- Damn it, no.
- Stop!
Out of the way! Stop!
Oh.
Hey! Hey! Hey!
What the hell?
Stop!
Move! Move!
What the hell, man?!
- Where's the bag?
- What bag?
Now, doesn't that strike you
as suspicious behavior, Jill?
And you have to admit
it's rather convenient
that the part that you
blacked out for is the part
where you're trying
to get out of the bank
holding a bag
full of stolen money.
But, no, no, I told you.
I don't remember any of that.
Besides, you-you have
the robber in custody.
Play the video again.
He's the guy
with the gun, right?
- Mm-hmm.
- Maybe he drugged me?
Hypnotized me?
Charge him
with criminal hypnosis!
He looked into my eyes,
Detective.
And something happened!
I need a moment, sir.
Excuse me, Jill.
- We found Luntz.
- Thank God.
Picked him up at a coffee shop
on Grand Street.
He was a bit out of it,
claimed he was here
at the station all morning
talking with you.
Did he have it, the bag?
Uh, no, sir, we caught
the guy who was holding it,
but he handed it off
to some athletic freak.
We lost him in a foot chase.
Well, let's see what our friend
Harry has to say about that.
Hey!
Hello?!
Settle down, Harry.
Har... What? Who is Har...?
Who is that?
- S-Sorry. I'm sorry.
- What?
- Settle down, Luntz.
- Who is Luntz?
- Who is that? What is going on?
- Uh,
- o-okay, who are you?
- What the hell is wrong
with that mirror?
I don't know who that is! What?!
It's like... it's not...
- That's not me!
- Okay. Okay, okay!
Okay, c-can we start here?
If you're not Harry
and you're not Luntz,
who are you?
I'm John. I'm John.
And I'm not...
That is not me in the mirror.
That is not me.
But it-it looks...
It's a reflection of...
O-Okay. J-John. John.
John, John.
- Look at me, John. John.
- Yeah.
John, I'm here to help you.
Okay?
John, right before this,
- just before this moment.
- Yes.
- Yeah.
- Where were you? Look at me.
- Okay.
- Where were you?
I-I was jogging downtown.
And I just...
I-I don't know what happened.
I just... I-I ended up here,
and I don't know why
I am chained to this table,
and I don't know what that is.
And I don't know who that is,
but I know that that is not me.
I don't feel good.
I feel really weird.
What is happening?
I
John, I don't know.
I-I don't know what's happening.
- But we're gonna find out,
okay? Together.
- Okay, please.
- Please.
- All right?
Morena.
Morena, it's me. It's Harry.
Morena.
Morena, i-it's me.
It's Harry.
That place is a fraud.
He just wants your money.
You are not
who you appear to be.
What did you say?
I see a man pretending
to be something he's not.
Do you even know?
Know what?
Do you know
who you are?
I...
I-I guess I don't.
You want to find out?
Are you a psychic?
I'm Keith.
Harry.
Welcome, Harry.
C-Can you help me?
Oh, I most certainly can.
Do we have, uh,
psychic-client confidentiality?
You ain't my client.
Yet.
Your secrets are safe with me.
I robbed a bank this morning.
Oh, really?
Why?
Uh, to get money.
What do you mean?
I don't know.
Honestly, I...
I-I think my girlfriend
is gonna leave me.
She-she may be cheating on me.
My career is...
Hell, it's a dumpster fire. I...
And I-I can't afford
our apartment.
Did she say she was
gonna leave you over money?
She said it isn't about money.
But you robbed a bank.
It's...
- Are you still with me?
- Uh...
Okay, listen. In my experience,
when people think things
are about money,
they're generally about
something else.
They're usually about
how much empathy you have.
- Are you being generous?
- Look, this...
With your empathy?
Look, this isn't even
the crazy part.
So why won't you look me
- in the eye, then?
- No.
No, that is...
that is definitely a bad idea.
See, that's, um...
That's kind of the problem.
See, when I-I...
Uh...
When I lock eyes with people,
I-I kind of jump
into their body.
Like this.
This-this isn't really me.
Uh...
So who is it, then?
And here you go.
Thank you.
I was, uh, also able
to get in touch
with your daughter's school.
We'll have somebody pick her up
for you,
drop her off
at your parents' house.
- Thank God.
- A running dude,
I guess? I
I don't really know him.
Why him?
Uh, I don't know. I
I needed an escape, but...
Now I kind of like
being this guy now.
So.
When you're him, where is he?
You know, I never really
thought about it.
Well, there's only one way
to find out.
Anything at all if I could
just have my body back.
Oh, my God. Are you all right?
Amazing.
John?
Keith.
And you are?
Detective Reece.
Detective Reece.
Corduroy suit is
a very brave choice, Mr. Reece,
but you do make it work.
Where were you
before you popped up here?
Where was I?
Where was I? Where was I?
Is anybody ever really anywhere,
Mr. Reece?
What does that even mean?
This is serious.
- I am trying to track down...
- A bank robber?
Well, he ain't here, honey.
So it looks like
you're gonna have to make a deal
with me.
A deal. Okay. What kind of deal?
Well,
feels like a reward
is in order, no?
- Does it?
- Mm-hmm.
Hmm. Well, I might be open
to discussing that.
But first, I'm gonna need
to know where you came from.
Oh.
Where have you come from,
Detective?
Huh?
Do we have a problem
dealing with stress?
I have a problem
dealing with assholes.
Now, we don't have to talk.
I can just show you
right to your cell.
Aw.
He's at my shop
on Cherry Street.
Cherry Street.
And where on Cherry Street?
Do you have the cross street?
No. No!
No. No! No!
No!
- Keith?
- No.
It's John again.
John. I was just back
in my body,
and he-he was there.
He was there.
- He was with me.
- Where is "there"?
Uh, uh, like a,
like a psychic shop.
You're coming with me. Let's go.
Where-where are we going?
Cherry Street.
Congratulations, John,
you are now a human GPS.
Where was I?
You're with a cop.
Hot daddy, cute suit.
Okay.
I'm stuck in this body forever.
I just
I just need to get that money
to Morena.
This'll be fine.
You really did do
all that stuff?
Listen, listen...
I'm a scam artist.
Just like you, but you're worse.
Because at least what I do
- makes people feel better.
- Oh, yeah.
What are you laughing at?!
Stop being such a dick, Harry.
Thanks.
You can't just shove a gun
in somebody's face
because you want money.
That's a person.
And now
everybody that walks by,
you treat like a husk
that you can just slither
in and out of,
like a cheap hotel robe?!
And worst of all,
for all that talk about
your little girlfriend Morena,
you treat her like she's
a problem that needs solving.
- I know what I'm doing.
- Do you? Do you really?
I'm-a need you
to get out of here.
- No. Hey...
- I'm-a need you
to get out of here
- before you drag my black ass
into this bullshit.
- Can I just stay here?
- Can I just stay here
until I figure this out?
- No, I'm-a need you to go!
- You gots to go.
- Where am I gonna go?
- You gots to go.
- They're gonna find me.
- Get your hands off me.
- You know what?
- What happened back there?
- Get the fuck out!
Okay. Oh...
Shit, the money!
No... no, Keith!
Keith!
Open up.
Please. Keith! Hey!
Open up.
Open up. Keith!
Why don't you tell us
what happened, sir.
Yeah, I, uh,
left my bag in there,
and it has some really
important things in it.
Then you come back
and get it in the morning.
I-I don't even know
if it's even there anymore.
I'm sorry, am I the only one
who-who knows
it's-it's illegal to steal?
You left it there you said.
Not the same as stealing.
Please, it's really important
that I get my bag.
What's in the bag, sir?
It-It's personal. Papers.
What kind of papers?
Uh, documents. Like...
Business things.
Like, legal payroll
- I don't know...
- Bailey.
Excuse me a second. Don't move.
Am I in trouble? I was robbed.
Matches the description...
What's your name, sir?
Uh, I don't, um... remember.
- You don't remember?
- Uh... uh, what?
Were you at the coffee shop
on Grand Street this morning?
Yes. No. Uh... why?
Did you have any involvement
with what happened this morning
at Eastside Bank and Trust?
Hey! What are you looking at?
Hey! Sex Pistols?
Was that a signal or something?
Hey, buddy.
I'm-I'm back.
- Stop.
- Oh, my God.
- Sir, don't move.
- It's me!
Don't go anywhere, kid.
Calm down. You tell us
what's going on.
- Put your hands up.
- Hey!
Lady? Hey, lady?
That's the building.
Hey!
No, but my name is John.
- Look, it's right here.
- Oh, now you know your name.
- What? Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Hands in the air!
- Down. Down on the ground
right now!
- No... what?
- Oh.
- You shut your mouth.
- Get on the ground.
- Down! Down!
Ooh.
Everything hurts.
Ah. Oh.
Now, where is that apartment?
It's... it's got
to be the second floor.
Who are you talking to,
Mr. Martinez?
Oh, nobody. I...
- Um...
- You okay? What are you doing?
It's okay.
I'm fine.
Uh, just chilling here.
Chilling?
That's hilarious. Okay, I...
- Mom!
- Um, okay,
I got to get this one to bed.
You have a great night.
- Go upstairs!
- Hey, uh
uh... could you remind me
what apartment I live in?
Mr. Martinez. Do you want me
to call your doctor?
Oh, no, don't call anybody.
Uh
I just forgot is all. I'm tired.
- Mom.
- Okay, uh, if you say so. Um...
- Mom?
- You live down the hall
from us... 2B.
Look, if you need anything,
just come knock on our door,
okay?
- Mom?
- We're in 2A.
2A.
That's the apartment next
to the psychic shop.
Right?
- Mom!
- And you can see the skylight
from your window, right?
Mom? Mom?
Mom?
- Mommy!
- Yeah, your memory's
- pretty good after all.
- Take me upstairs. Mom!
Mom! Mom!
- Mommy.
- Mr. Martinez.
Mommy?!
Whoa, hey!
You okay, babe?
Let's go.
You know, you really don't
seem well, Mr. Martinez.
You should go lie down.
Y-Yeah.
Mommy!
- Ah!
- Mommy!
Mr. Martinez.
It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
- It's okay. Hey, hey,
what-what-what's your name?
- Where's my mommy?
- Miles. Where's my mommy?
- Miles.
- Where's my mommy?
- I'm Detective Reece,
and I'm here
to take care of you,
- and everything's gonna be okay.
- Okay. Okay.
- Hey, Miles, Miles, Miles.
- Mister...
- Why? What are you...?
- Uh, uh...
- Why am I in bracelets?
- One second.
- Yeah, babe.
- Where's my mommy?
- No, honey, I-I-I...
- Where's my mommy?
- Now's not a good time.
- Hey.
- Uh, I-I... I really can't...
- Where's my mommy?
- I really can't talk right now.
- What is happening?
All right, sweetheart.
I can't wait to see you.
- I'll call you. Bye.
- I want Mommy.
Miles, I've got a question
for you, buddy.
Do you like ice cream? Hmm?
Yeah? Me, too.
So, what bedtime books
would you like tonight?
- Whatever.
- Pardon?
Hmm?
Whatever book you want, Mommy.
Okay. Um...
How about...
Little Red Riding Hood?
Yeah?
"There was once a little girl
who lived
"on the edge of the forest.
Her grandmother, who lived
on the other side of the..."
That's enough, Mommy.
I'm getting sleepy.
Are you... sure?
We barely started.
I want to go to sleep
and dream about you.
Oh.
Okay.
Are you feeling okay?
- Yeah.
- Yeah? Okay.
Ow.
Ah. Shh...
Shit.
Oh. Well, hey, that's me.
Take it easy.
You are the cop.
I'm Detective Peter Reece.
I need that money, Reece.
How are you doing this?
I don't know.
Okay, well, it's over.
All right?
Now, I need to take you in,
Harry, and I want it
to be the real you,
so can you please switch back?
I can't.
They'll send me to jail.
Look, Harry,
I-I can't make you any promises,
but you'll probably
only do five years.
Possibly less
with good behavior.
Harry?!
You need to give this little boy
his body back.
Come on.
Do the right thing.
It's okay.
It's okay.
Come.
- It's okay.
- It's all right.
Kneel down.
Detective... you're right.
I need to give this little boy
his body back.
But you know what?
I don't want mine.
Goddamn it!
How about you do
those five years, Detective?!
- Mom?
- Harry? Harry?
Think this through.
Think this through, Harry.
What are you gonna do?
You gonna shoot yourself?
- Huh?
- Where's the money? Give me the money!
- Stop fighting! What is that?!
- Miles. Miles.
- Shut up, kid! I can make her believe me!
- Stop!
- Stop! Stop!
- Swap us back, Harry.
- Shut up!
All right, Harry.
- Who is the bad guy here?!
- Harry, it's over.
It's okay, Miles.
Miles, it's okay.
- Mom!
- This is over right now!
Look at me, Harry!
- Swap us back!
- Mom!
- What are you gonna do, Reece?
- Mom! Mommy?
Switch back now,
or I will take you back
to the station,
and I will go Clockwork Orange
- on your ass!
- No.
- Mom?!
Give me my body back! Now!
Drop the weapon!
Drop the weapon!
- No!
- I said, put it down!
Okay, here we go.
Come in.
I-I'm a-a police officer.
Right.
I-I mean, uh, I am,
and-and I'm not.
Uh, w-wait. Do you know him?
Know who?
Me.
Stop messing around.
- I-I'm not...
- Oh, I love you, Peter.
Peter?
Harry's been gone all night,
and it's the last straw.
No more secrets.
Let's just be together,
you and me.
Yeah.
Yeah, forget Harry.
From now on,
it's just you and me.
Amazing work.
It's like you're really
inhabiting these characters.
Thank you. Um, I like
to let the characters live
inside my skin.
I think of it
like slipping on a bathrobe.
Well, I'd like you to audition
for Steve, the lead role.
Your performance truly moved me.
I was... just being myself.
Harry Pine
took a dangerous risk.
One that cost him his body
and his soul.
But in a way, he caught the
big break he was waiting for.
For better or worse,
he'll have plenty of time to
practice for this performance.
If you're looking
for Harry Pine,
you'll find him starring
in the role of a lifetime
on a show
that will run forever here
in The Twilight Zone.
Captioning sponsored by CBS
Reading for the role
of Officer Chesterfield.
And, um, I can... I can shave
the beard, of course.
You know, if this progresses.
I just
I grow it between roles, so.
"Jim,
there's someone in your office."
Hey, Jon!
Hey, it's really good to be
reading for you again, Jon.
- I'm sorry, do we know
each other?
- Yes.
Uh, you-you-you cast me
in Macbeth.
It was a few years back.
Off-Broadway
at the Little Branch.
Sorry, I-I don't remember that.
- But it's nice to see you again.
- Uh
I'd really like to read
for the Steve role.
That's the lead,
and we called you in for...
- Yes, I-I know that.
- I'm sorry, I-I don't have
all day here. Are you gonna read
for Chesterfield or not?
Yeah.
Can you re-slate?
We need these auditions clean.
Okay, so who are you?
How'd it go, Harry?
It, uh...
It went kind of badly.
You know, Jon, he's-he's...
He just doesn't cast me anymore.
Oh, babe, I'm sorry.
Don't be sorry.
What?
I mean, you know what,
and, honestly, I don't even know
why I'm debasing myself
for this kind of work.
It's a really popular show,
Harry.
It's a horrible show.
The show sucks.
And what-what is that supposed
to mean, anyway?
It's not supposed
to mean anythi...
Damn it.
It's still on outside.
I guess we should
call the landlord.
Never mind.
I will do it.
Hi, Sam. It's Morena.
Yeah, the-the light...
It's the power bill.
I didn't pay it.
Um, actually,
Sam, never mind.
Uh, sorry to bug you.
Thank you anyways.
M... Okay.
What did you think
was gonna happen, Harry?
You can't just expect things
to be
I didn't think they would
just turn it off, okay?
Morena.
Hey. Hey.
Hey.
I know that things are not
the way that they should be
right now, but I'm
I'm working... Hey, look at me.
I'm working on it, okay?
Give me time. I have a plan.
- Okay?
- You're gonna let me in
on your plan?
Because it would be nice
to feel like we're working
on a solution together.
Okay.
Okay.
This-this is about money.
You pay bills with money,
and you're mad because
I don't have enough of it.
That's what this is.
No, it's about work!
Careers take work.
Relationships take work.
You-you act like you're just
entitled to money and people
- and pretty much
everything else!
- This is fucking dramatic.
- So...
- Oh, do not say "dramatic."
Don't you dare with that
antiquated gaslighting schtick.
The communication is crap,
and I'm getting tired
of living with a ghost
who can't be happy
for my success.
Do you even love me anymore?
Look,
I think we need to talk.
I'm gonna get the power
turned back on.
I'm going to my manager's
to pick up a check.
It's not just about checks.
Bro, watch it, man.
Okay. I can do this.
I can do this.
I went to Juilliard.
I can do this.
This is a robbery.
Empty the drawer
into the bag now.
- Come on. Let's go.
- Okay.
- Just... Okay.
- Empty the drawer.
- Just-just, uh...
- Hurry.
- Hold your horses.
- Come on.
- Yeah. Okay, I got it, I got it.
- Give me the 50s.
- Okay, just relax.
- Don't tell me to relax.
Let's go. Come on.
Everything okay, Jill?
Oh, no, no, no!
On the ground!
On the fucking ground right now!
Down. Down.
Everybody down!
All right. Okay, stay calm.
We'll all go home tonight.
Everybody calm down.
Okay. All right. That's right.
Give me the bag.
Give me the bag.
Give me the bag.
Oh, my God.
That's me.
That's me.
Meet Harry Pine.
Up until now,
he's failed to realize
that he's not the center
of the world.
But, as you can see,
he's also not entirely himself
at the moment.
Harry's mind is an uninvited
guest in an unfamiliar body.
He's about to go
on a journey of self-discovery,
the kind
that's only possible here
in The Twilight Zone.
You're traveling
through another dimension,
a dimension not only of
sight and sound but of mind.
It is the middle ground
between light and shadow,
between science
and superstition.
And it lies between
the pit of one's fears
and the summit
of one's knowledge.
You are now traveling through
a dimension of imagination.
You've just crossed over
into The Twilight Zone.
Luntz, head around back.
Secure the alley.
Copy that.
- He been unconscious
the whole time?
- Uh, yes, sir.
You knock him out
with that banana?
Uh, no, sir. Looked
like he was about to faint.
Uh, are you thinking allergies?
Uh...
Still breathing.
Hell of a time
to have a panic attack.
How far away are the paramedics?
One minute away, sir.
Oh, my God! Jill!
- I was so worried about you,
you poor thing.
- Uh...
You need to sit down.
They caught the guy.
- Everything's gonna be A-OK.
- Oh, that's, uh
- that's, uh... that's great. I... Thanks so much.
- You know,
I can't imagine what was going
through your mind out there.
- That creep must be an addict
or something.
- Oh.
- Tripping balls, I bet.
- I was thinking crack.
You know,
you don't look so good, Jill.
- I think you should sit down.
- Oh. No, I'm
I'm fine, um, um, ooh, uh...
- Belinda.
- Yes. Yes, yes. Belinda,
I just need to get home and,
and get some rest.
Jill,
you know
you can't leave with that.
Now is not a good time.
Okay, baby.
I know. I know.
Hey, look, I'll-I'll call you
back, all right?
Luntz, what's your position?
Approaching the back door now.
Let me know when you're insid.
Copy that.
- No, I am not giving you
the bag.
- Jill, no...
That is really not very polite,
you know.
Oh, I don't like the...
- Oh, oh, ladies.
- Stop that!
- Ladies. Easy! Easy!
- You back off, bitch!
- You just...
- Thank God! Officer,
she's trying to steal the money.
- Easy!
- I wasn't!
- She's a thief!
- Okay. All right,
- I'm gonna need you to c-calm...
- Shut up, bitch!
Whoa! Calm down!
Calm down! Everybody calm down.
- Officer, I wasn't trying
to do anything.
- All right?
Okay. Okay.
What's-what's your name, ma'am?
- Uh, uh...
- Your name, lady!
- Mm, mm...
- Your name!
Don't play dumb, Jill.
Her name is Jill.
I said to calm down!
What do
you got back there, Luntz?
Detective, uh, I've got
a lady back here.
It looks like she tried to take
a bag of cash in the confusion.
- No, I...
- I'm gonna need to take this.
- No, no! I wasn't...
- Copy that.
- Bring her to me.
- Copy that.
- Thank you!
- Hey, listen, Officer!
Hey!
This is
actually very interesting,
because I've noticed that things
have been missing around here,
particularly from the lunchroom.
I should have been thinking
that you're a thief!
How did I get here?
Officer, no, I want...
Well, I should have suspected
you're a thief!
Luntz, I want
to question that witness.
You bringing her
out here or what?
- Luntz!
- Wh-Wh-What is happening?
Oh, don't play dumb, Jill.
You're such a phony!
H-How can you say that, Belinda?
Well, I was at your wedding!
Luntz, where you at?
Uh, I'm right here, Reece.
Whoa...
Whoa, what's going on?
Why-why am I in cuffs?
Wha...?
Where's my uniform?
Huh? Yeah, yeah.
Oh, no, no worries, no worries.
It's all good, it's all good.
Luntz, it's Reece.
What's your 20? Watch where you're going,
bro.
Where the hell are you?
Hey! Hey!
Yeah, thanks for your service.
"Oh, but I think him
better than I say.
And yet would herein others'
eyes were worse."
"Far from her nest,
the lapwing cries away.
My heart prays for him..."
Yes?
Hey.
Morena, it's me, Harry.
I'm calling
from a different phone.
No, it's not.
Who is this?
No, no, no.
I-I know I sound weird,
but it really is me, Harry.
No, it's not, weirdo.
Don't call here again
or I'll call the police.
No, no, no, no. Don't do that.
M-Morena.
Morena, no.
Damn it.
Yes?
Okay, so Pine has no priors
as far as we can tell.
He's an actor
but doesn't work much.
And he did some television work,
nationally, about ten years ago.
We're checking the federal
databases now, too.
Yeah, I doubt you'll find much.
Seems like a nobody.
Is he still acting all weird?
Yeah, he's still denying
it was him.
Still saying
he isn't Pine, so, yeah.
Crazy.
You think he's
a head case, Pete?
I don't know.
Any word on the actual
Patrolman Luntz?
Uh, none... he hasn't called in
and we think he shut
his walkie off.
His wife hasn't heard
from him, either.
What about the money?
Oh, it's gone,
the video from the bank
shows he had it
with him when he left.
Do you, uh, think
they were in on it together?
Does that sound
like something Luntz would do?
- Right.
- How long have we known him?
It does seem
very out of character.
But who really
knows anybody, right?
Whoa, man.
That is so deep, Hill.
Here's an idea.
Why don't you go find him?
Morena, it's me...
Harry.
Don't freak out.
Don't freak,
don't-don't freak out.
I know...
I-I know... I
I know this is weird.
I know this is weird.
I know th... I-I know this is...
I...
This is weird.
This is...
Morena.
I'm-I'm-I'm Harry. I'm Harry.
I'm Harry. I'm...
You know how fast
you were going, ma'am?
You know, the thing
about being on the force is
it's not just a way of life,
it's also death.
Let the girl go,
you freaking punk!
Huh?
It's just you and me
and I'm the one with the gun!
So, what's it gonna be?!
You or me?!
Wow, that was pretty good.
These freaking casting
directors, they don't.
Hurry up in there!
Uh, uh... occupied!
I need you
to start
talking.
I don't know what
to tell you, Peter.
It's me!
It's-it's Luntz.
I-I have, I have no idea
what is going on.
I-I mean
I feel like I'm dreaming.
Hmm.
Well, wake the fuck up.
I know who you are...
You are Harry Pine,
a 40-year-old actor
who isn't working all that much.
No! No, it's me.
It's Luntz.
Uh, my-my-my kids
my kids are Quin
and Violet, okay?
And-and m-my wife Meg,
she-she-she's an attorney.
I-I got hammered at last year's
Christmas party,
and-and-and you drove me home.
- Mm-hmm.
- It's Luntz!
Okay, so, what,
you're good at research.
What, man, you think
you're the first person
to sit across this table
from me this week
trying to set up
an insanity defense?
It's the strangest sensation.
I was, I was back there,
and I-I looked her in the eye,
and she looked at me,
and it's like she
she was gone, and I,
I guess I was gone, too,
'cause I don't
I don't know.
O-Okay, I...
You-you need to know I-I mean
no disrespect with this, Peter.
I would, I would
never bring this up
in any other situation, okay?
But I-I know
something about you that...
Pine, he'd-he'd,
he'd never know.
Really?
I know your secret.
Here's your cappuccino.
Have a great day.
Good afternoon, Officer.
Can I get a drink
started for you?
Raisin bagel with butter.
Can I get your name?
Morena.
Morena?
Okay, that wasn't right.
- Sorry, say again?
- Uh, it's fine.
Can I get something, uh,
for your friends over there?
No.
No.
Oh, you, uh, dropped your bag...
Hey, buddy, what's going on?
Hey, Luntz, you all right?
- Why didn't you answer?
- Hey, what's going on?
- What's going on? Where am I?
- Hey. Sir?
- Huh?
- Hey, drop the bag!
Freeze!
Hey, stop! Stop!
Stop!
Stop! Stop!
Ow, my foot!
Out of the way!
Out of the way! Stop!
- Damn it, no.
- Stop!
Out of the way! Stop!
Oh.
Hey! Hey! Hey!
What the hell?
Stop!
Move! Move!
What the hell, man?!
- Where's the bag?
- What bag?
Now, doesn't that strike you
as suspicious behavior, Jill?
And you have to admit
it's rather convenient
that the part that you
blacked out for is the part
where you're trying
to get out of the bank
holding a bag
full of stolen money.
But, no, no, I told you.
I don't remember any of that.
Besides, you-you have
the robber in custody.
Play the video again.
He's the guy
with the gun, right?
- Mm-hmm.
- Maybe he drugged me?
Hypnotized me?
Charge him
with criminal hypnosis!
He looked into my eyes,
Detective.
And something happened!
I need a moment, sir.
Excuse me, Jill.
- We found Luntz.
- Thank God.
Picked him up at a coffee shop
on Grand Street.
He was a bit out of it,
claimed he was here
at the station all morning
talking with you.
Did he have it, the bag?
Uh, no, sir, we caught
the guy who was holding it,
but he handed it off
to some athletic freak.
We lost him in a foot chase.
Well, let's see what our friend
Harry has to say about that.
Hey!
Hello?!
Settle down, Harry.
Har... What? Who is Har...?
Who is that?
- S-Sorry. I'm sorry.
- What?
- Settle down, Luntz.
- Who is Luntz?
- Who is that? What is going on?
- Uh,
- o-okay, who are you?
- What the hell is wrong
with that mirror?
I don't know who that is! What?!
It's like... it's not...
- That's not me!
- Okay. Okay, okay!
Okay, c-can we start here?
If you're not Harry
and you're not Luntz,
who are you?
I'm John. I'm John.
And I'm not...
That is not me in the mirror.
That is not me.
But it-it looks...
It's a reflection of...
O-Okay. J-John. John.
John, John.
- Look at me, John. John.
- Yeah.
John, I'm here to help you.
Okay?
John, right before this,
- just before this moment.
- Yes.
- Yeah.
- Where were you? Look at me.
- Okay.
- Where were you?
I-I was jogging downtown.
And I just...
I-I don't know what happened.
I just... I-I ended up here,
and I don't know why
I am chained to this table,
and I don't know what that is.
And I don't know who that is,
but I know that that is not me.
I don't feel good.
I feel really weird.
What is happening?
I
John, I don't know.
I-I don't know what's happening.
- But we're gonna find out,
okay? Together.
- Okay, please.
- Please.
- All right?
Morena.
Morena, it's me. It's Harry.
Morena.
Morena, i-it's me.
It's Harry.
That place is a fraud.
He just wants your money.
You are not
who you appear to be.
What did you say?
I see a man pretending
to be something he's not.
Do you even know?
Know what?
Do you know
who you are?
I...
I-I guess I don't.
You want to find out?
Are you a psychic?
I'm Keith.
Harry.
Welcome, Harry.
C-Can you help me?
Oh, I most certainly can.
Do we have, uh,
psychic-client confidentiality?
You ain't my client.
Yet.
Your secrets are safe with me.
I robbed a bank this morning.
Oh, really?
Why?
Uh, to get money.
What do you mean?
I don't know.
Honestly, I...
I-I think my girlfriend
is gonna leave me.
She-she may be cheating on me.
My career is...
Hell, it's a dumpster fire. I...
And I-I can't afford
our apartment.
Did she say she was
gonna leave you over money?
She said it isn't about money.
But you robbed a bank.
It's...
- Are you still with me?
- Uh...
Okay, listen. In my experience,
when people think things
are about money,
they're generally about
something else.
They're usually about
how much empathy you have.
- Are you being generous?
- Look, this...
With your empathy?
Look, this isn't even
the crazy part.
So why won't you look me
- in the eye, then?
- No.
No, that is...
that is definitely a bad idea.
See, that's, um...
That's kind of the problem.
See, when I-I...
Uh...
When I lock eyes with people,
I-I kind of jump
into their body.
Like this.
This-this isn't really me.
Uh...
So who is it, then?
And here you go.
Thank you.
I was, uh, also able
to get in touch
with your daughter's school.
We'll have somebody pick her up
for you,
drop her off
at your parents' house.
- Thank God.
- A running dude,
I guess? I
I don't really know him.
Why him?
Uh, I don't know. I
I needed an escape, but...
Now I kind of like
being this guy now.
So.
When you're him, where is he?
You know, I never really
thought about it.
Well, there's only one way
to find out.
Anything at all if I could
just have my body back.
Oh, my God. Are you all right?
Amazing.
John?
Keith.
And you are?
Detective Reece.
Detective Reece.
Corduroy suit is
a very brave choice, Mr. Reece,
but you do make it work.
Where were you
before you popped up here?
Where was I?
Where was I? Where was I?
Is anybody ever really anywhere,
Mr. Reece?
What does that even mean?
This is serious.
- I am trying to track down...
- A bank robber?
Well, he ain't here, honey.
So it looks like
you're gonna have to make a deal
with me.
A deal. Okay. What kind of deal?
Well,
feels like a reward
is in order, no?
- Does it?
- Mm-hmm.
Hmm. Well, I might be open
to discussing that.
But first, I'm gonna need
to know where you came from.
Oh.
Where have you come from,
Detective?
Huh?
Do we have a problem
dealing with stress?
I have a problem
dealing with assholes.
Now, we don't have to talk.
I can just show you
right to your cell.
Aw.
He's at my shop
on Cherry Street.
Cherry Street.
And where on Cherry Street?
Do you have the cross street?
No. No!
No. No! No!
No!
- Keith?
- No.
It's John again.
John. I was just back
in my body,
and he-he was there.
He was there.
- He was with me.
- Where is "there"?
Uh, uh, like a,
like a psychic shop.
You're coming with me. Let's go.
Where-where are we going?
Cherry Street.
Congratulations, John,
you are now a human GPS.
Where was I?
You're with a cop.
Hot daddy, cute suit.
Okay.
I'm stuck in this body forever.
I just
I just need to get that money
to Morena.
This'll be fine.
You really did do
all that stuff?
Listen, listen...
I'm a scam artist.
Just like you, but you're worse.
Because at least what I do
- makes people feel better.
- Oh, yeah.
What are you laughing at?!
Stop being such a dick, Harry.
Thanks.
You can't just shove a gun
in somebody's face
because you want money.
That's a person.
And now
everybody that walks by,
you treat like a husk
that you can just slither
in and out of,
like a cheap hotel robe?!
And worst of all,
for all that talk about
your little girlfriend Morena,
you treat her like she's
a problem that needs solving.
- I know what I'm doing.
- Do you? Do you really?
I'm-a need you
to get out of here.
- No. Hey...
- I'm-a need you
to get out of here
- before you drag my black ass
into this bullshit.
- Can I just stay here?
- Can I just stay here
until I figure this out?
- No, I'm-a need you to go!
- You gots to go.
- Where am I gonna go?
- You gots to go.
- They're gonna find me.
- Get your hands off me.
- You know what?
- What happened back there?
- Get the fuck out!
Okay. Oh...
Shit, the money!
No... no, Keith!
Keith!
Open up.
Please. Keith! Hey!
Open up.
Open up. Keith!
Why don't you tell us
what happened, sir.
Yeah, I, uh,
left my bag in there,
and it has some really
important things in it.
Then you come back
and get it in the morning.
I-I don't even know
if it's even there anymore.
I'm sorry, am I the only one
who-who knows
it's-it's illegal to steal?
You left it there you said.
Not the same as stealing.
Please, it's really important
that I get my bag.
What's in the bag, sir?
It-It's personal. Papers.
What kind of papers?
Uh, documents. Like...
Business things.
Like, legal payroll
- I don't know...
- Bailey.
Excuse me a second. Don't move.
Am I in trouble? I was robbed.
Matches the description...
What's your name, sir?
Uh, I don't, um... remember.
- You don't remember?
- Uh... uh, what?
Were you at the coffee shop
on Grand Street this morning?
Yes. No. Uh... why?
Did you have any involvement
with what happened this morning
at Eastside Bank and Trust?
Hey! What are you looking at?
Hey! Sex Pistols?
Was that a signal or something?
Hey, buddy.
I'm-I'm back.
- Stop.
- Oh, my God.
- Sir, don't move.
- It's me!
Don't go anywhere, kid.
Calm down. You tell us
what's going on.
- Put your hands up.
- Hey!
Lady? Hey, lady?
That's the building.
Hey!
No, but my name is John.
- Look, it's right here.
- Oh, now you know your name.
- What? Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Hands in the air!
- Down. Down on the ground
right now!
- No... what?
- Oh.
- You shut your mouth.
- Get on the ground.
- Down! Down!
Ooh.
Everything hurts.
Ah. Oh.
Now, where is that apartment?
It's... it's got
to be the second floor.
Who are you talking to,
Mr. Martinez?
Oh, nobody. I...
- Um...
- You okay? What are you doing?
It's okay.
I'm fine.
Uh, just chilling here.
Chilling?
That's hilarious. Okay, I...
- Mom!
- Um, okay,
I got to get this one to bed.
You have a great night.
- Go upstairs!
- Hey, uh
uh... could you remind me
what apartment I live in?
Mr. Martinez. Do you want me
to call your doctor?
Oh, no, don't call anybody.
Uh
I just forgot is all. I'm tired.
- Mom.
- Okay, uh, if you say so. Um...
- Mom?
- You live down the hall
from us... 2B.
Look, if you need anything,
just come knock on our door,
okay?
- Mom?
- We're in 2A.
2A.
That's the apartment next
to the psychic shop.
Right?
- Mom!
- And you can see the skylight
from your window, right?
Mom? Mom?
Mom?
- Mommy!
- Yeah, your memory's
- pretty good after all.
- Take me upstairs. Mom!
Mom! Mom!
- Mommy.
- Mr. Martinez.
Mommy?!
Whoa, hey!
You okay, babe?
Let's go.
You know, you really don't
seem well, Mr. Martinez.
You should go lie down.
Y-Yeah.
Mommy!
- Ah!
- Mommy!
Mr. Martinez.
It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
- It's okay. Hey, hey,
what-what-what's your name?
- Where's my mommy?
- Miles. Where's my mommy?
- Miles.
- Where's my mommy?
- I'm Detective Reece,
and I'm here
to take care of you,
- and everything's gonna be okay.
- Okay. Okay.
- Hey, Miles, Miles, Miles.
- Mister...
- Why? What are you...?
- Uh, uh...
- Why am I in bracelets?
- One second.
- Yeah, babe.
- Where's my mommy?
- No, honey, I-I-I...
- Where's my mommy?
- Now's not a good time.
- Hey.
- Uh, I-I... I really can't...
- Where's my mommy?
- I really can't talk right now.
- What is happening?
All right, sweetheart.
I can't wait to see you.
- I'll call you. Bye.
- I want Mommy.
Miles, I've got a question
for you, buddy.
Do you like ice cream? Hmm?
Yeah? Me, too.
So, what bedtime books
would you like tonight?
- Whatever.
- Pardon?
Hmm?
Whatever book you want, Mommy.
Okay. Um...
How about...
Little Red Riding Hood?
Yeah?
"There was once a little girl
who lived
"on the edge of the forest.
Her grandmother, who lived
on the other side of the..."
That's enough, Mommy.
I'm getting sleepy.
Are you... sure?
We barely started.
I want to go to sleep
and dream about you.
Oh.
Okay.
Are you feeling okay?
- Yeah.
- Yeah? Okay.
Ow.
Ah. Shh...
Shit.
Oh. Well, hey, that's me.
Take it easy.
You are the cop.
I'm Detective Peter Reece.
I need that money, Reece.
How are you doing this?
I don't know.
Okay, well, it's over.
All right?
Now, I need to take you in,
Harry, and I want it
to be the real you,
so can you please switch back?
I can't.
They'll send me to jail.
Look, Harry,
I-I can't make you any promises,
but you'll probably
only do five years.
Possibly less
with good behavior.
Harry?!
You need to give this little boy
his body back.
Come on.
Do the right thing.
It's okay.
It's okay.
Come.
- It's okay.
- It's all right.
Kneel down.
Detective... you're right.
I need to give this little boy
his body back.
But you know what?
I don't want mine.
Goddamn it!
How about you do
those five years, Detective?!
- Mom?
- Harry? Harry?
Think this through.
Think this through, Harry.
What are you gonna do?
You gonna shoot yourself?
- Huh?
- Where's the money? Give me the money!
- Stop fighting! What is that?!
- Miles. Miles.
- Shut up, kid! I can make her believe me!
- Stop!
- Stop! Stop!
- Swap us back, Harry.
- Shut up!
All right, Harry.
- Who is the bad guy here?!
- Harry, it's over.
It's okay, Miles.
Miles, it's okay.
- Mom!
- This is over right now!
Look at me, Harry!
- Swap us back!
- Mom!
- What are you gonna do, Reece?
- Mom! Mommy?
Switch back now,
or I will take you back
to the station,
and I will go Clockwork Orange
- on your ass!
- No.
- Mom?!
Give me my body back! Now!
Drop the weapon!
Drop the weapon!
- No!
- I said, put it down!
Okay, here we go.
Come in.
I-I'm a-a police officer.
Right.
I-I mean, uh, I am,
and-and I'm not.
Uh, w-wait. Do you know him?
Know who?
Me.
Stop messing around.
- I-I'm not...
- Oh, I love you, Peter.
Peter?
Harry's been gone all night,
and it's the last straw.
No more secrets.
Let's just be together,
you and me.
Yeah.
Yeah, forget Harry.
From now on,
it's just you and me.
Amazing work.
It's like you're really
inhabiting these characters.
Thank you. Um, I like
to let the characters live
inside my skin.
I think of it
like slipping on a bathrobe.
Well, I'd like you to audition
for Steve, the lead role.
Your performance truly moved me.
I was... just being myself.
Harry Pine
took a dangerous risk.
One that cost him his body
and his soul.
But in a way, he caught the
big break he was waiting for.
For better or worse,
he'll have plenty of time to
practice for this performance.
If you're looking
for Harry Pine,
you'll find him starring
in the role of a lifetime
on a show
that will run forever here
in The Twilight Zone.
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