The Twilight Zone (1959–1964): Season 3, Episode 23 - The Last Rites of Jeff Myrtlebank - full transcript

( theme music playing)

YOU'RE TRAVELING THROUGH
ANOTHER DIMENSION...

A DIMENSION NOT ONLY OF
SIGHT AND SOUND, BUT OF MIND,

A JOURNEY INTO A WONDROUS LAND

WHOSE BOUNDARIES
ARE THAT OF IMAGINATION.

YOUR NEXT STOP,
THE TWILIGHT ZONE.

( organ music plays)

I DON'T SEE HIM.

HE'S IN THE BOX IN
FRONT OF THE PULPIT.

I THOUGHT HE'D BE IN A COFFIN.

SILLY FOOL.



THAT'S WHAT THE
BOX IS, A COFFIN.

( organ music ends)

THANK YOU, SISTER.

BROTHERS AND SISTERS,
WE ARE CONGREGATED

HERE TODAY TO PAY HOMAGE

TO OUR DEAR BROTHER,
JEFFERSON MYRTLEBANK.

( sobbing)

WE ALL KNOW THAT JEFF
MYRTLEBANK WAS A GOOD BOY.

( sniffling, sobbing)

HE DIDN'T ALWAYS SHOW UP

TO SUNDAY SCHOOL ON SUNDAY,

BUT WE NEVER SAW HIM
AT THE BOOTLEGGER'S

ON SATURDAY NIGHT, EITHER.

AMEN.



WE'RE ALL GOING TO
MISS THIS FINE YOUTH.

THE GOOD LORD MUST HAVE HAD

A POWERFUL REASON TO WANT
TO TAKE HIM SO YOUNG IN LIFE.

HALLELUJAH.

BUT WE ALL KNOW

THAT THE LORD MOVES
IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS

AND TODAY...

( gasps)

( woman screams)

( screaming)

( screaming and gasping)

HE'S ALIVE.

( screaming)

TIME: THE MID-20s.

PLACE: THE MIDWEST...

THE SOUTHERNMOST
SECTION OF THE MIDWEST.

WE WERE JUST
WITNESSING A FUNERAL,

A FUNERAL THAT DIDN'T
COME OFF EXACTLY AS PLANNED

DUE TO A SLIGHT FALLOUT
FROM THE TWILIGHT ZONE.

( footsteps slowly approaching)

WHO IN TARNATION
PUT ME IN THAT COFFIN?

( shocked screams)

BRETHREN, LET'S NOT
GIVE WAY TO PANIC.

A SMALL MISTAKE SEEMS
TO HAVE BEEN MADE.

BROTHER SIDDONS, IT SEEMS

YOU GOT A LITTLE SENSE LEFT.

NOW, WHAT'S GOING
ON AROUND HERE?

SON, WE WAS ABOUT TO BURY YOU.

BURY ME?

WE WAS REAL CERTAIN YOU'D DIED

THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY.

DIED?

WELL, THAT'S SILLY.

DOC BOLTON PRONOUNCED YOU DEAD.

THAT'S RIGHT, SON.

YOUR HEART STOPPED
BEATING TWO DAYS AGO.

I WAS AT THE BEDSIDE.

WELL, I... THAT COULDN'T BE.

I'M... I'M BREATHING NOW.

IT WASN'T BEATING
DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY.

YOU WAS SICK, SON, REAL SICK.

WORST CASE OF FLU
I'VE EVER COME ACROSS

IN MY WHOLE MEDICAL CAREER.

I'M SURPRISED HE LASTED
PAST LAST WEDNESDAY.

I HATE TO CAST A SHADOW ON
YOUR MEDICAL CAREER, DOC,

BUT I WON'T CRAWL
BACK IN THAT COFFIN

JUST TO SAVE FACE WITH YOU.

YES, SIR.

THERE WAS NO QUESTION ABOUT IT.

THERE WAS NO PULSE.

WELL, I'M SURE GLAD
YOU DIDN'T EMBALM ME.

HOW DO YOU FEEL NOW, SON?

WELL, I FEEL GOOD.

I FEEL A LITTLE WEAK
BUT, UH... RESTED.

HUNGRY.

I COULD EAT THE HIDE OFF A BEAR.

I'M REAL HUNGRY.

I RECKON YOU SHOULD BE.

I KNOW YOU AIN'T
ET FOR THREE DAYS.

MA!

PA!

SURPRISE!

I SURE HOPE

YOU GOT A GOOD
SUPPER ON THE CALENDAR.

WHAT'S THE MATTER?

YOU ACT LIKE

I'M SOME SORT OF
GHOST OR SOMETHING.

HELLO, SON.

WELL, I'LL BE DOUBLE-DOGGED.

MY OWN FOLKS ARE A-SCARED OF ME.

COMFORT?

I'LL BET YOU AIN'T SCARED OF ME.

I'M THE MAN YOU'RE
GOING TO MARRY.

WELL, I GUESS YOU ARE AT THAT.

LIZ?

NOW, YOU AIN'T
A-SCARED OF ME, ARE YOU?

JEFF, YOU FOOLED
THEM, DIDN'T YOU, JEFF?

YEAH, HONEY, I FOOLED THEM.

SON.

SON!

PRAISE BE.

WE AIN'T LOST YOU
AFTER ALL, SON.

I KNOW WHAT IT IS.

I KNOW WHAT IT IS.

THE MIRACLE THAT HAPPENED
HERE IN OUR COUNTY.

THERE'S A MEDICAL TERM FOR
IT: "IPSO SUSPENDO ANIMATION."

VERY RARE.

THERE HAVE BEEN ONLY 30
CASES IN THE PAST 1,500 YEARS.

AIN'T YOU JUST COVERING UP

FOR YOUR MISCALCULATIONS?

I AIN'T HEARD OF THAT SICKNESS.

AIN'T LIKELY YOU WOULD...

30 CASES IN 1,500 YEARS,
ALL THEM IN EUROPE.

YOU SHOULD QUIT
TRYING TO SLANDERING

MY NAME AND TAKE HIM
HOME, GIVE HIM SOME SOUP.

HE'LL NEED SOME REST.

WELL, I... I'M A MITE WEAK.

WE'LL GET YOU RIGHT ON HOME.

Father: JUST AS
SOON AS I CRANK UP.

I'LL FRY YOU A NICE RABBIT.

I'M SORRY I ACTED
SO FUNNY, JEFF.

IT WAS JUST THAT...
IT WAS SO SUDDEN.

SURE NICE TO HAVE YOU BACK.

OH, THANK YOU KINDLY,
COMFORT, HONEY,

BUT I AIN'T NEVER BEEN AWAY.

( car engine starts)

THAT WAS A LARRUPING
GOOD BREAKFAST, MA.

WELL, I GUESS I'LL GET
OVER TO THAT EAST 40

AND MEND THAT FENCE.

OH, I WISH YOU WOULDN'T.

IT'S ONLY BEEN TWO
WEEKS SINCE YOU WAS

AT THE BRINK OF THE GRAVE.

YOU OUGHTN'T TO BE TOILING

FROM SUNUP TO SUNDOWN.

I FEEL GREAT, MA.

I NEVER FELT BETTER IN MY LIFE.

I'LL SEE YOU DOWN THERE, PA.

ALL RIGHT.

I... I'M REAL CONCERNED.

I... I JUST DON'T LIKE

THE WAY HE'S BEHAVED
THE LAST TWO WEEKS.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

HE'S DIFFERENT, NOT
LIKE HE WAS AT ALL.

SEEMS THE SAME TO ME.

HE ONLY ET TWO EGGS AGAIN.

WHY, EVER SINCE
HE'S SPROUTED TEETH

HE'S BEEN HAVING THREE
EGGS AT BREAKFAST.

WELL, A MAN'S TASTE CAN CHANGE.

AND HE GOES AROUND
FIDDLING WITH THINGS

NIGHT AND DAY.

AND THE WAY HE GOES
AT THAT HARD WORK.

WHY, HE WAS NEVER THAT
FRIENDLY WITH WORK BEFORE.

YES, SIR, THAT'S TRUE AT THAT.

I RECOLLECT WORRYING MANY TIMES

THAT HE LEANED JUST A SHADE

TOWARDS THE SIDE
OF SHIFTLESSNESS.

NOT LAZY, EXACTLY, BUT... NO.

NO, JUST UNINTERESTED.

AND SINCE HIS SICKNESS,

HE'S BEEN FIGHTING IN THAT WORK

JUST LIKE HE WAS A YEAR BEHIND.

NO, IT AIN'T LIKE HIM AT THAT.

ALL RIGHT, BIG EARS,

YOU RUN DOWN TO THE MAILBOX

AND WAIT FOR THE MAILMAN.

I'M EXPECTING A NEW CATALOG.

SURE HOPE IT GETS HERE.

YOU'VE ABOUT WORE THAT OUT.

MAKE WAY FOR THE QUEEN!

HE AIN'T BEEN HERE YET.

CAN I SHOOT?

SURE.

HERE'S YOUR AMMUNITION.

( frog croaks)

I AIN'T AFRAID OF FROGS.

IT'S JUST THAT THEY'RE DIRTY.

HOW'S YOUR BROTHER?

ALL RIGHT, I RECKON.

ONLY MA AND PA ARE A
LITTLE BIT CONCERNED

THE WAY HE'S BEEN
BEHAVING LATELY.

HOW'S HE BEEN ACTING?

I DON'T KNOW, JUST... DIFFERENT.

HE EATS DIFFERENT,
WORKS DIFFERENT,

ALWAYS FIDDLING WITH THINGS.

BESIDES, IT AIN'T NONE
OF YOUR BUSINESS.

HE LOVES ME NOT, HE LOVES ME...

IS THAT A FACT?

WELL, I WAS WONDERING
IF YOU'D HEARD ANYTHING.

WELL, AS A MATTER OF FACT, I
HAVE HEARD A LITTLE SOMETHING.

I... JUST A MINUTE.

YOU RUN OUT AND PLAY.

WHY? I WANT TO LISTEN.

GO ON NOW. SCOOT.

AW, SHUCKIN'.

YOU WANT TO HOLD A MOUTHFUL
OF BLACK PEPPER FOR TEN MINUTES?

LITTLE PITCHERS HAVE BIG EARS.

WELL, NOW, I KNOW FOR A FACT

THAT THOSE POOR FOLKS
ARE SCARED TO DEATH.

WHY, HE'S BEEN ACTING
LIKE A COMPLETE STRANGERS

EVER SINCE THE FUNERAL.

YES, SIR, I MEAN,

I SURE WOULDN'T WANT TO GO SLEEP

IN A HOUSE WITH THAT BOY AROUND.

NOT ME.

THEY SAY HE'S STARTED FIDDLING
WITH THINGS NOW, LIKE AXES.

I DON'T KNOW.

HE WAS ALWAYS SUCH A GOOD BOY.

GENTS.

WHAT DO YOU SAY, DOC?

WE WAS JUST DISCUSSING
THAT MYRTLEBANK BOY.

YEAH, WHAT ABOUT HIM?

JUST WONDERING ABOUT HIM.

I GUESS YOU'VE HEARD

HOW PECULIAR HE'S ACTED LATELY.

YEAH, I HEARD.

I AIN'T ONE TO PASS ON GOSSIP.

STILL, YOU GOTTA WONDER.

WHERE WAS HE THEM 48 HOURS

HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD?

HAD TO BE SOMEWHERES.

IF HE WAS DEAD.

DOC SAYS HE HAD
THAT RARE SICKNESS.

MAYBE I TOLD A
WHITE LIE, STRAUSS.

MAYBE I WAS THINKING
OF HIS FOLKS' FEELINGS

WHEN I BROUGHT UP THAT DISEASE.

CAN YOU STRAIGHTEN THAT OUT?

I'M NOT THE KIND TO BURY A BODY
UNLESS I'M POSITIVE HE'S DEAD.

YOU KNOW ME BETTER THAN THAT.

SHOOT, YES, WE KNOW YOU, DOC.

I DID MORE THAN FEEL
THAT BOY'S PULSE.

WHEN HIS FOLKS LEFT THE ROOM,

I GAVE HIM THE PIN TEST.

I STABBED HIM WITH A PIN.

HE DIDN'T EVEN FLICKER.

I HELD A MIRROR TO HIS LIPS.

IF THERE WAS ANY LIFE
LEFT IN THE MAN AT ALL,

HIS BREATH WOULD
FOG UP THE MIRROR.

WELL, WHAT HAPPENED?

I PRONOUNCED HIM DEAD, DIDN'T I?

THEN WHERE COULD HE HAVE BEEN

FOR THEM 48 HOURS?

WHY DON'T WE SAY IT?

WE'RE ALL A-THINKING IT.

Strauss: YOU SAY IT, PETERS.

Peters: I'LL SAY IT:

YOU'RE DAGGUM RIGHT I'LL SAY IT.

HOW DO WE KNOW
THE MAN WHO GOT UP

AND CRAWLED OUT OF THAT COFFIN

IS REALLY JEFF MYRTLEBANK?

I WOULDN'T TALK LIKE
THAT, GENTLEMEN.

IT COULD CAUSE A LOT OF TROUBLE.

WELL, I DON'T KNOW.

MY GRANDMA, SHE USED TO TELL ME

ABOUT EVIL SPIRITS
ROAMING AROUND THE WORLD

TRYING TO FIND A
BODY TO TAKE OVER.

SHE SAID THAT THEY'D
STEAL A CORPSE SOMETIMES

BEFORE A MAN WAS GOOD DEAD.

THAT KIND OF TALK'S
DANGEROUS, PETERS.

ALTHOUGH I MUST CONFESS THIS
THROWS A LOT OF DRY KINDLING

ON THE FIRE THAT'S BEEN
SMOLDERING IN MY BRAIN

EVER SINCE THE FUNERAL.

HAVE A GOOD DAY, GENTS.

IT'S HIM.

( dogs barking, cow mooing)

DAGNABIT, COMFORT,
NOW'S THE TIME TO TELL HIM.

RIGHT NOW.

NO.

I DON'T TELL YOU WHO TO SEE.

AND YOU LEAVE ME ALONE.

WELL, MAYBE
ORGRAM'S RIGHT, DEAR.

YOU KNOW WHAT EVERYONE IN
THE COUNTY IS SAYING ABOUT HIM.

WELL, HE'S NOT
VISITING THE COUNTY...

HE'S VISITING ME.

WELL, YOU'RE JUST
PLAIN ROTTEN STUBBORN.

I BET ALL YOUR KIDS
ARE BORN WITH HORNS.

Mother: ORGRAM!

YOU TWO JUST GET
ON INTO THE KITCHEN

AND LET ME ENTERTAIN MY GUEST.

( dog barks)

WELL, BLESS MY SOUL!

COMFORT... LOOK AT WHO'S HERE.

( guffaws)

WELL, COME ON IN THIS HOUSE.

AND HOW'S YOUR MA AND ORGRAM?

JUST FINE.

HOW'S YOUR FOLKS?

JUST FINE, EXCEPT MA.

SHE'LL BE MADDER THAN
A HORNET TOMORROW.

MAD?

YOU SEE, I... I ROBBED
HER PET ROSE VINE

JUST SO I COULD
BRING YOU A BOUQUET.

OH, YOU OUGHTN'T HAVE DONE THAT.

OH, IT'S NOT MUCH.

THEY'RE DEAD, AREN'T THEY?

I GUESS TAME ROSES...

THEY DON'T LAST VERY LONG.

WHEN DID YOU PICK THEM?

OH, I PICKED THEM

JUST BEFORE I CAME OVER HERE.

OH, WELL.

WHY... WHY DON'T
WE HAVE SOME MUSIC?

YEAH, I'D LIKE THAT.

WE JUST BOUGHT A NEW
COUNTRY BLUES LAST WEEK.

YEAH, I SEE YOU DID.

( music playing)

DON'T TOUCH ME.

WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?

I'M SORRY.

JUST THE WAY THEM FLOWERS DIED.

MAYBE YOU'VE GOT
POISON ON YOUR HANDS.

I AIN'T GOT NO
POISON ON MY HANDS.

THAT'S NOT WHAT'S BOTHERING YOU.

EVERYWHERE I GO
IT'S JUST THE SAME.

I EXPECT IT FROM THE
OTHERS BUT NOT FROM YOU.

I'M GETTING SICK AND TIRED

OF EVERYBODY TREATING
ME LIKE A VAMPIRE.

OH, JEFF.

NOW, YOU TELL ME.

ARE YOU MY GIRL OR NOT?

( gasps)

WELL, LAND'S SAKES, CHILD,

YOU'RE SCARED HALF TO DEATH.

WHAT'D HE DO?

NOTHING.

IT'S TIME TO PUT A STOP TO THIS.

AFTER ALL, I'M THE
MAN OF THE FAMILY.

HE DIDN'T DO NOTHING WRONG.

I AIN'T LIKED HIM

SINCE WE WERE BOTH
THREE YEARS OLD.

UNHAND ME.

ORGRAM, YOU BE CAREFUL.

( engine starts)

JEFF?

NOW, WHAT DO YOU WANT?

I DON'T WANT YOU HANGING
AROUND HERE ANYMORE.

NOW, LET ME GIVE YOU
SOME ADVICE, ORGRAM.

I'M MAD RIGHT NOW.

I AIN'T MAD AT
YOU IN PARTICULAR,

BUT IT'D BE A SHAME
IF YOU GOT IN MY WAY

AND I HAD TO TAKE IT OUT ON YOU.

YOU THREATENING ME?

HUH.

YOU FORGET WHO I AM.

IF I HAD A DIME FOR
EVERY TIME I WHOPPED YOU,

I'D HAVE A HUNDRED DOLLARS.

THAT'S RIGHT...

BUT YOU AIN'T WHUPPED ME LATELY.

NOW, YOU GET OUT OF MY WAY.

MAKE ME.

OH, MY BABY.

MY POOR LITTLE BABY.

GET OUT THE WAGON AND THE TEAM.

HE BROKE MY JAW.

OH, WE'LL GET YOU
RIGHT INTO DOC BOLTON.

POOR JEFF.

HE HASN'T GOT ANYBODY.

POOR JEFF?!

ORGRAM, YOUR JAW AIN'T BROKE

OR WOULDN'T BE
TRYING TO TALK SO MUCH.

YOU OUGHT TO DO SOMETHING
ABOUT THAT DANDRUFF.

I TELL YA, I'M CONVINCED.

HOW LONG I BEEN WHUPPING
JEFF IN A BAREKNUCKLE FIGHT?

AS FAR BACK AS I CAN RECOLLECT.

I USED TO CHASE HIM HOME
FROM SCHOOL EVERY DAY

LIKE IT WAS ONE OF
MY REGULAR CHORES.

HE NEVER WAS NO
MATCH FOR YOU, ORGRAM.

HOW COME HE BESTED YOU TONIGHT?

'CAUSE IT WEREN'T JEFF
MYRTLEBANK I WAS FIGHTING.

WHOEVER IT WAS,
HE HAD RING TRAINING.

HE HITTING A DIFFERENT WAY

THAT WE DO AROUND HERE.

THAT MAN IS DANGEROUS ENOUGH
TO KILL WITH HIS BARE HANDS.

THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT
I'M AFRAID OF, GENTLEMEN.

WE SEEM TO BE LIVING

WITH SOMETHING
EVIL IN OUR MIDST,

AND WE GOT TO PUT A STOP TO IT.

WE'VE ALL DISCUSSED
WHAT WE'RE GOING TO DO,

AND I FOR ONE CAN'T
SEE ANY REASON

FOR PUTTING IT OFF ANY LONGER.

Bolton: YOU THROUGH TALKING NOW?

LET ME HAVE ANOTHER
LOOK IN THERE.

I RODE OUT TO WARN YOU:

THERE'S A GROUP OF MEN
COMING OUT FROM TOWN...

THEY'RE GOING TO ASK YOU
TO MOVE OUT OF THE COUNTRY.

WELL, NOW, HOW DO YOU
FEEL ABOUT THAT, COMFORT?

WELL, I'M A FICKLE WOMAN, JEFF.

I'M THE KIND WHO BELIEVES

WHATEVER IS SAID
BY THEM I'M WITH.

I'VE HEARD SOME BAD
THINGS SAID ABOUT YOU

AND SOMETIMES I
AIN'T STRONG ENOUGH

TO TURN A DEEF EAR TO THEM,

BUT IN MY HEART, I
RECKON I LOVE YOU

OR ELSE I WOULDN'T
BE HERE WITH YOU NOW.

I GOT A GREAT LOVE
FOR YOU, COMFORT,

AND I WANT YOU TO MARRY ME.

( people yelling)

I RECKON YOU BETTER GIVE
ME YOUR ANSWER RIGHT NOW.

GENTS.

WHAT DO YOU SAY?

JEFF, WE ARE HERE AS A COMMITTEE

TO SPEAK FOR THE COMMUNITY.

WE TALKED THIS OVER

AND WE CAME TO THE CONCLUSION

THAT JEFF MYRTLEBANK IS DEAD.

WE THINK YOU'RE A HANT.

THAT'S RIGHT, A HANT.

WE DON'T KNOW WHO YOU
ARE OR WHERE YOU COME FROM.

WE FIGURE YOU STOLE JEFF'S BODY.

WE DON'T EVEN LIKE
YOU AS A NEIGHBOR.

WE'RE ASKING YOU TO MOVE OUT.

MOVE OUT, YOU HEAR?

Strauss: WHAT DO YOU SAY, JEFF?

WELL, I THINK THAT DEPENDS
ON MISS COMFORT GATEWOOD.

I JUST ASKED HER A QUESTION
AND SHE AIN'T ANSWERED IT YET.

I RECKON I'M WITH YOU NO
MATTER WHERE WE HAVE TO GO.

YOU STAND BEHIND ME, THEN.

GENTS, MY WIFE-TO-BE AND ME,

NOW, WE WAS BORN AND
RAISED IN THIS COUNTY.

WE LIKE IT.

WE DON'T AIM TO RAISE
OUR KIDS ANYPLACE ELSE.

NOW, YOU... WAIT A MINUTE!

I HEARD YOU OUT.

LET HIM SPEAK.

WE'RE GOING TO STAY, AND
THAT MEANS JUST TWO THINGS:

ONE, IF YOU'RE WRONG ABOUT ME,

THEN YOU AIN'T GOT
NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT

BECAUSE THAT MEANS

I'M JUST A POOR OL' COUNTRY BOY

BY THE NAME OF JEFF MYRTLEBANK.

BUT ON THE OTHER HAND,
IF YOU'RE RIGHT ABOUT ME,

THEN YOU BETTER START
TREATING ME PRETTY NICE

BECAUSE YOU JUST DON'T
KNOW ALL THE TROUBLE

I CAN CAUSE YOU.

I MIGHT WAVE MY RIGHT HAND

AND BRING A WHOLE GROVE OF
LOCUSTS DOWN ON YOUR CROPS.

THEN I MIGHT WAVE MY LEFT
HAND AND DRY UP ALL YOUR WELLS.

THEN I MIGHT SNAP MY
FINGERS ( snaps fingers)

AND BURN A BARN OR TWO.

AND THEN SOME MORNING

IF I GET UP AND I FEEL
EXCEPTIONALLY ORNERY,

I MIGHT HAVE THE HAWKS COME
DOWN AND STEAL YOUR CHICKENS.

YES, SIR.

YOU FOLKS BETTER START
TREATING ME AND MINE REAL NICE.

THAT'S A DIFFERENT PICTURE

WITH YOU AIMING
TO MARRY COMFORT.

WE AIN'T WANTING
TO HURT HER NONE.

YES, SIR, IT'D SURE BE
WRONG TO HURT HER

TRYING TO GET AT SOMEBODY ELSE.

WHEN ARE YOU FIXING
ON MARRYING HER, JEFF?

RIGHT AWAY, I RECKON.

LET US KNOW ABOUT IT, BOY.

WE'LL PICNIC THAT DAY.

WELL, COME ON, GENTS.

THEY GOT A LOT OF TALKING TO DO.

( men talking indistinctly)

YOU COULDN'T REALLY
DO ALL THAT, COULD YOU?

OF COURSE NOT.

I HATE LYING TO THEM,

BUT I FIND THAT WHEN
SOMETHING COMES UP

YOU'VE GOT TO COPE WITH IT.

HOW'D YOU DO THAT?

DO WHAT?

LIGHT THAT MATCH?

YOU DIDN'T STRIKE
IT ON ANYTHING.

IT JUST LIT.

COMFORT, HONEY, FIRST
THING YOU'VE GOT TO LEARN

IS NOT TO IMAGINE THINGS.

JEFF AND COMFORT
ARE STILL ALIVE TODAY

AND THEIR ONLY SON IS A
UNITED STATES SENATOR.

HE'S NOTED AS AN
UNCOMMONLY SHREWD POLITICIAN,

AND SOME BELIEVE HE MUST
HAVE GOTTEN HIS EDUCATION

IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE.

Announcer: MENTAL ILLNESS
IS NO LONGER HOPELESS.

MANY ARE NOW BEING SAVED.

HELP FIGHT MENTAL ILLNESS.

SUPPORT YOUR MENTAL
HEALTH ASSOCIATION.