The Twilight Zone (1959–1964): Season 3, Episode 27 - Person or Persons Unknown - full transcript
David Gurney wakes up to another ordinary day. Except today, nobody knows who he is.
( 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.
( sighs)
( groans)
( groans)
OH, GREAT... JUST GREAT.
( clock bouncing on floor)
( moans)
OH, NEVER... NEVER, NEVER AGAIN.
OH, SURE... YOU GO
RIGHT AHEAD AND SLEEP.
THAT'S RIGHT.
NEVER MIND ABOUT HOW I FEEL.
I'M AN HOUR LATE TO
WORK BUT SO WHAT?
NO SKIN OFF YOUR
PRETTY LITTLE NOSE, RIGHT?
OH, BOY.
WHAT A WIFE.
WHAT A DOLL OF A WIFE.
YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST
TAKEN MY SHOES OFF, YOU KNOW.
I DIDN'T WANT TO GO
TO THAT STUPID PARTY.
"I OUGHT TO STAY HOME AND READ."
"OH, NO, CAN'T DO THAT AND
HURT OLD PETEY'S FEELINGS."
OH, BOY, OH, BOY.
I GO TO WORK AND SUFFER ALL
DAY AND SHE SACKS OUT UNTIL NOON.
THAT'S FAIR.
OH, BOY.
OH, BOY...
OH, WHAT NEXT?
WILMA!
WILMA, WHAT HAVE YOU
DONE WITH MY RAZOR?
HEY, HEY, COME ON.
COME ON, WAKE UP.
( woman sighs)
COME ON, WILL YOU?
I'M LATE.
WILMA... HEY.
NEVER MIND THE DRAMATICS.
JUST TELL ME WHERE
YOU PUT MY RAZOR.
( woman screams)
DON'T DO THAT.
WHAT'S THE MATTER... YOU SICK?
WHO ARE YOU?
WHAT?
WHO ARE YOU?
WHAT ARE YOU DOING
IN MY BEDROOM?
YOU MEAN THIS
ISN'T THE Y.M.C.A.?
HONEY, WILL YOU KNOCK IT OFF?
I'M LATE... TELL ME
WHERE YOU PUT THE RAZOR.
DARLING, I AM IN NO
MOOD FOR JOKES.
YOU GET OUT OF HERE.
WILMA... WILMA?
HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?
IT'S ON THE MARRIAGE
CERTIFICATE.
REMEMBER?
MISTER, I'VE NEVER
SEEN YOU BEFORE
IN ALL MY LIFE.
CAMEO OF A MAN WHO HAS JUST
LOST HIS MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION.
HE DOESN'T KNOW IT YET.
IN FACT, HE DOESN'T EVEN
KNOW ABOUT THE POSSESSION...
BECAUSE, LIKE MOST PEOPLE,
DAVID GURNEY HAS
NEVER REALLY THOUGHT
ABOUT THE MATTER
OF HIS IDENTITY.
BUT HE'S GOING TO
BE THINKING ABOUT IT
A GREAT DEAL FROM NOW ON
BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT HE'S LOST
AND HIS SEARCH FOR
IT IS GOING TO TAKE HIM
INTO THE DARKEST CORNERS
OF THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
NOW, LOOK, WHOEVER YOU
ARE, I DON'T WANT ANY TROUBLE,
BUT IF YOU DON'T LEAVE
I'M GOING TO CALL THE POLICE.
CALL THE POLICE.
CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT.
TELL THEM TO BRING
AN OXYGEN MASK.
THERE IS A MAN DYING.
I'M NOT BLUFFING.
IF YOU DON'T GET OUT OF HERE
BY THE TIME I COUNT
FIVE, I'LL CALL THEM.
OH, COME ON! CUT IT
OUT, WILL YOU? ONE...
I AM NOT AMUSED! TWO...
THREE, FOUR, FIVE. ALL RIGHT...
GIVE ME THE... WHAT IS
THE MATTER WITH YOU?
DON'T TOUCH ME.
THIS IS WHAT I CALL
A DELAYED REACTION!
TWO MARTINIS AT MIDNIGHT
AND SHE GETS STONED
AT 10:00 IN THE MORNING!
LOOK, I SUGGEST YOU GO TO BED
AND SLEEP IT OFF.
WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?
CHANGE MY CLOTHES,
IF YOU DON'T MIND.
WHERE ARE MY SOCKS?
WHAT IN THE NAME OF...?
ALL RIGHT.
WOULD YOU MIND TELLING
ME WHAT IS GOING ON?
WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?
WAIT A MINUTE, WAIT A MINUTE.
I DO NOT KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON
BUT I SUPPOSE IT'S ANOTHER ONE
OF PETE'S RIDICULOUS
LITTLE GAGS.
WELL, YOU CAN TELL HIM
THAT IT DIDN'T COME OFF.
NOW, I'M GOING TO WORK
AND WHEN I COME HOME,
YOU HAD BETTER HAVE
EVERYTHING STRAIGHTENED
OUT, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
NO, NO, THAT'S VERY
THOUGHTFUL OF YOU
BUT I'M NOT MUCH IN THE
MOOD FOR BREAKFAST.
THANKS, ANYWAY.
NUT.
GOOD MORNING, JIM.
GOOD MORNING.
HI, JACK.
GOOD MORNING, JULIE, FRED.
YES, SIR, MAY I HELP YOU?
GEORGE, WHO'S THAT?
THAT'S MR. COOPER.
WOULD YOU MIND TELLING
ME WHAT MR. COOPER IS DOING
AT MY DESK?
BEG PARDON?
I'M SORRY, MR. KLINE.
WITHOUT BETTER SECURITY,
I'M AFRAID THERE'S
NOTHING WE CAN DO FOR YOU.
WHO THE DEVIL ARE YOU?
HOW'S THAT?
I SAID, WHO THE DEVIL ARE YOU
AND WHAT ARE YOU
DOING AT MY DESK?
YOUR DESK?
THAT'S RIGHT... MY DESK.
I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS TODAY.
GET OUT OF THAT CHAIR.
I'LL DO NOTHING OF THE KIND.
GET OUT OR I'LL THROW YOU OUT.
THERE'S NO NEED TO GET EXCITED.
AFTER THE MORNING I PUT IN!
AND WOULD YOU BE KIND ENOUGH
TO TAKE THIS JUNK WITH YOU?
WHAT'S THE TROUBLE, SIR?
LOOK, JIM, THIS LITTLE
JOKE HAS GONE FAR ENOUGH.
HE SAYS THIS IS HIS DESK.
STEP OUTSIDE, SIR,
WE CAN SETTLE THIS.
THERE IS NOTHING TO BE SETTLED
EXCEPT I WOULD LIKE MY
NAMEPLATE BACK AND MY PICTURE.
I'M AFRAID I'LL HAVE TO INSIST.
I'M NOT BUDGING.
YES, YOU ARE.
JIM, YOU GET YOUR HAND OFF ME
OR I'LL SEE TO IT
THAT YOU'RE FIRED.
WE'LL TALK ABOUT IT OUTSIDE.
PUT YOUR HANDS UP, MISTER.
WHAT?
PUT YOUR HANDS UP.
HAS EVERYBODY GONE CRAZY?
WALK THREE PACES IN FRONT OF ME.
DON'T CAUSE ANY TROUBLE
OR I'LL HAVE TO SHOOT.
MOVE!
CALL THE POLICE, SIR.
GEORGE, WHAT IS THIS?
ALL RIGHT, KEEP MOVING.
WILMA!
WILL YOU TELL THESE
PEOPLE WHO I AM?
IS THAT THE MAN?
YES.
WHAT'S YOUR NAME, MISTER?
ASK HER.
SHE DOESN'T KNOW.
SHE DOESN'T KNOW?!
AFTER 11 YEARS OF MARRIAGE?
MRS. GURNEY, ALLOW
ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF.
I'M DAVID GURNEY...
YOUR HUSBAND... REMEMBER?
DON'T STAND THERE
STARING LIKE IDIOTS.
THAT'S WHO I AM... DAVID GURNEY.
JIM, NOW, PLEASE,
WILL YOU TELL THEM?
LOOK, I'VE WORKED WITH THIS MAN
FOR FOUR YEARS.
NOW, TELL THEM!
JULIE.
FRED.
GEORGE, WILL YOU TELL THEM?
TELL THEM WHO I AM!
ALL RIGHT, LET'S GO.
WAIT A MINUTE!
YOU SAY I'M NOT
DAVID GURNEY, RIGHT?
I'LL PROVE IT TO YOU.
LET'S SEE WHAT YOU
HAVE TO SAY TO THIS.
MY DRIVER'S LICENSE
AND CREDIT CARDS...
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH THEM?!
WAIT A MINUTE!
I'M DAVID GURNEY.
I'M DAVID GURNEY!
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU
SAY, I KNOW WHO I AM.
MISTER... GURNEY! GURNEY!
DAVID ANDREW GURNEY!
THERE'S NO NEED
FOR EXCITEMENT...
OH, OF COURSE NOT!
ALL OF A SUDDEN, EVERYONE'S
TELLING ME I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM,
AND YOU SAY THERE'S NO
REASON FOR EXCITEMENT.
WELL, WHAT DO YOU
EXPECT ME TO DO, RELAX?!
( Doctor chuckling)
NO, I SUPPOSE NOT.
I KNOW IT MUST BE QUITE A SHOCK,
BUT, LOOK, IF WE'RE
TO HELP YOU, MISTER...
YOU'VE GOT TO FACE FACTS.
YOU SEE, THIS MAN
YOU THINK YOU ARE...
HE DOESN'T REALLY EXIST...
EXCEPT IN YOUR MIND.
WHETHER WHOLE CLOTH
OR FROM PEOPLE YOU'VE MET,
YOU'VE INVENTED HIM.
THERE IS NO DAVID ANDREW GURNEY.
YOU'RE LYING.
OH, COME, COME.
WHY? I DON'T KNOW.
WHY? WHY SHOULD
I...? I DON'T KNOW.
BUT YOU ARE; YOU'VE GOT TO BE.
NOW, LISTEN, A MAN DOESN'T
LIVE 35 YEARS KNOWING WHO HE IS,
AND THEN, JUST BECAUSE HE'S
LOST HIS DRIVER'S LICENSE...
NO, NO, NO, NO. IT
WASN'T JUST THAT.
THIS WOMAN, UH, MISS BERENSON...
THE WOMAN YOU THINK
YOU'RE MARRIED TO...
KNOW I'M MARRIED TO,
AND HER NAME ISN'T
BERENSON, IT'S GURNEY!
( sighs)
I SEE YOU'RE GONNA
REQUIRE MORE PROOF.
WELL, THAT CAN BE ARRANGED.
COME WITH ME, PLEASE.
OH, UH, YOU HAVEN'T MET
YOUR FELLOW PATIENT.
THAT'S WINSTON CHURCHILL.
SO HE THINKS.
POOR CHAP... NO ONE
KNOWS WHO HE REALLY IS.
NOW, LET ME SEE HOW
I CAN PROVE IT TO YOU.
THE PHONE... LET
ME USE THE PHONE.
OF COURSE.
WHAT NUMBER?
KLONDIKE 5-2131.
LET ME HAVE AN
OUTSIDE LINE PLEASE.
DR. KOSLENKO.
HELLO, PETE?
IT'S DAVE.
PETE, IT'S DAVE GURNEY.
WELL, HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT?
HE'S MY BEST FRIEND.
WE WENT TO SCHOOL TOGETHER.
MORE?
YES.
YES, CALL KLONDIKE 5-3472.
SEVEN, TWO.
ASK FOR MRS. GURNEY.
I'D LIKE TO SPEAK WITH
MRS. GURNEY, PLEASE.
JUST A MOMENT, PLEASE.
HELLO, MOM?
OH, THANK GOD, THANK GOD.
MOM...
THIS IS DAVE.
WHAT'S THE MATTER, MOM?
DON'T YOU RECOGNIZE MY VOICE?
IT'S DAVE.
YOUR SON.
MOM... MOM, NOW STOP IT.
DON'T DO THIS TO ME, PLEASE!
FORGIVE THE CALL, PLEASE.
IT WAS A MISTAKE.
THANK YOU.
( sighs)
YOU ARE DAVID ANDREW GURNEY.
YOU LIVE AT 2457
LIME ROCK AVENUE.
THAT'S RIGHT.
YOU'RE SURE?
YES, I'M SURE!
DO YOU HAVE A TELEPHONE?
CERTAINLY, I HAVE A PHONE.
IT'S LIKELY THAT YOUR NUMBER
WOULD BE LISTED IN
THE DIRECTORY, ISN'T IT?
YES.
YOU'LL NOTICE THAT THAT IS...
THE CURRENT EDITION.
GO AHEAD.
NOW DO YOU BELIEVE ME?
I DON'T KNOW.
I DON'T KNOW.
MAYBE I SHOULD, BUT I...
ALL RIGHT.
ALL RIGHT, IF I'M
NOT DAVID GURNEY,
THEN WHO AM I?
THAT'S WHAT WE'RE
GOING TO TRY TO FIND OUT.
IN OTHER WORDS, I'M CRAZY,
LIKE THAT GUY WHO
THINKS HE'S CHURCHILL.
IS THAT IT?
LET'S JUST SAY...
MENTALLY DISTURBED.
I KNOW IT'S VERY
DIFFICULT TO BELIEVE,
BUT LOOKING AT IT LOGICALLY,
THERE ISN'T ANY
OTHER EXPLANATION.
SOMETIME LAST NIGHT,
YOU HAD WHAT IS KNOWN AS
A TOTAL LOSS OF ORIENTATION.
YOU ENTERED MISS
BERENSON'S HOUSE...
NO, NO.
NO, NO, NO!
THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT ME
TO BELIEVE, BUT IT ISN'T TRUE
BECAUSE IN SPITE OF EVERYTHING,
DOCTOR, I KNOW WHO I AM!
EITHER I AM CRAZY
OR SOMEBODY'S GOING TO
AN AWFUL LOT OF TROUBLE
TO BLOT ME OUT.
NOW, NOW, NOW...
WHY WOULD ANYONE
WANT TO BLOT YOU OUT?
HOW SHOULD I KNOW?
BUT WHOEVER OR WHATEVER IT IS...
THEY CAN RIG EVERY PHONE BOOK
AND THEY CAN PAY
OFF EVERYONE I KNOW
BUT THEY CAN'T
GET INSIDE MY MIND.
AND I'LL TELL YOU
SOMETHING ELSE...
THEY CAN'T THINK OF EVERYTHING.
AND WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
JUST THAT.
A MAN'S LIFE IS MADE UP
OF A MILLION DETAILS.
SOME OF THOSE
DETAILS ARE PRIVATE.
I'VE GONE PLACES,
I'VE DONE THINGS
THAT I'VE NEVER
TOLD TO ANYONE...
NOT EVEN MY WIFE.
OF COURSE... I'M SURE
THAT'S QUITE TRUE.
NOW, SUPPOSE WE GO
BACK TO YOUR ROOM
AND YOU THINK ABOUT IT.
OH, NO... YOU THINK ABOUT IT
BECAUSE I'M GOING TO FIND
ONE OF THOSE DETAILS... NOW!
SORRY... GOT TO GET AWAY.
HEY, HEY!
( low, indistinct conversation)
WAIT A MINUTE.
BEFORE YOU SAY
ANYTHING, GIVE ME A DRINK.
ANYTHING IN PARTICULAR?
THE USUAL.
HUH?
THE...
THE USUAL.
IRISH WHISKEY.
I'M SORRY, BUDDY.
SAM... LOOK AT ME.
OKAY, I'M LOOKING AT YOU.
WHO AM I?
HOW MANY GUESSES DO I GET, HUH?
NO, THINK, SAM.
WHO COMES IN HERE
EVERY FRIDAY NIGHT
FOR THE LAST THREE YEARS?
MY WIFE.
WHO ELSE?
A LOT OF PEOPLE COME IN HERE.
WHAT ABOUT... WHAT
ABOUT DAVE GURNEY?
WHO?
THAT'S IT, HUH?
THEY GOT TO HIM, TOO.
ALL RIGHT.
BUT HOW?
I KEPT THIS PLACE A SECRET.
I NEVER TOLD ANYBODY ABOUT IT.
WOULD YOU LIKE ANOTHER DRINK?
YEAH.
SAM... SAM...
WHAT WOULD YOU
DO IF ALL OF A SUDDEN
EVERYBODY STARTED
TELLING YOU YOU WEREN'T YOU.
WHAT?!
I MEAN, EVERYBODY...
YOUR WIFE, YOUR FRIENDS.
EVERYONE SUDDENLY
COULDN'T RECOGNIZE YOU ANYMORE.
THEY WERE SAYING
SAM BAKER DIDN'T EXIST.
I'D TELL THEM TO SWITCH BRANDS.
BUT YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE THEM?
GIVE ME ANOTHER ONE.
I THINK YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH.
OH... I'VE HAD MORE
THAN ENOUGH, SAM.
HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?
BECAUSE WE'RE FRIENDS.
YOUR WIFE'S NAME IS PEARL.
YOUR KIDS' NAMES
ARE JOEY AND LINDA.
YOU LIVE IN WHITE OAK.
YOU USED TO BE A PRIZEFIGHTER...
"POWERHOUSE BAKER."
YOUR PICTURE'S ON THE WALL
RIGHT NEXT TO HARRY GREBB.
WAIT A MINUTE...
WAIT A MINUTE...
ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
I THINK SO.
KEEP YOUR FINGERS CROSSED, SAM.
I MAY HAVE FOUND
THAT LITTLE DETAIL
THEY OVERLOOKED.
WHAT'S THE NUMBER AGAIN?
6708-777.
YOU SURE?
POSITIVE.
I LOST THE SLIP BUT I
REMEMBER THAT NUMBER
BECAUSE OF THE FOUR SEVENS.
MAYBE YOUR WIFE'S GOT IT.
SHE DOESN'T KNOW IT WAS TAKEN.
I WAS GOING TO SURPRISE HER.
YOU SURE IT WAS THE 14th?
YES, ON A SUNDAY.
WE WERE AT THE ZOO.
OH, I'M SORRY.
HEY, WAIT A MINUTE.
IS THAT A SEVEN OR A ONE?
SEVEN.
IS THAT IT?
( sighs)
YES.
YES, THAT'S IT.
ARE YOU OKAY, MISTER?
YEAH... YEAH, I'M FINE.
OKAY, THAT'LL BE $1.75.
HEY, WAIT A MINUTE!
YOU OWE ME MONEY.
WELL, DOCTOR, WHAT
BRINGS YOU HERE?
I MIGHT ASK YOU
THE SAME QUESTION.
TO ELUDE US, YOU
SHOULDN'T HAVE LEFT
THAT STOLEN CAR DOWNSTAIRS.
THIS MAN OWES ME MONEY.
OH... $1.81 TO BE EXACT...
FOR PROOF THAT I'M NOT CRAZY.
I TOLD YOU THEY COULDN'T
THINK OF EVERYTHING.
I SUPPOSE YOU FOUND A SIGNATURE
OR A RECEIPT... BUT
THAT'S NOT PROOF
BECAUSE I COULD'VE SIGNED
A SIGNATURE ANYTIME...
RIGHT.
OR HAD A CARD PRINTED UP,
OR FAKED A DRIVER'S LICENSE.
RIGHT.
BUT WHAT ABOUT A
PHOTOGRAPH, DOCTOR?
WHAT ABOUT A PHOTOGRAPH
OF ME HOLDING HANDS
WITH A GIRL WHO CLAIMS
SHE NEVER LAID EYES ON ME
BEFORE THIS MORNING?
HOW WOULD YOU EXPLAIN THAT?
TAKE IT OUT AND LOOK AT IT.
THEN THINK UP SOME ANSWERS.
WELL?
BUT I...
I SAW HER.
LOOK, LOOK YOU SAW HER.
YOU SAW MY WIFE.
OH, LISTEN, MISTER,
YOU DIDN'T SHOW ME NOTHING.
BUT I TELL YOU SHE WAS THERE.
WE WERE TOGETHER!
NO.
WE WERE TOGETHER.
WE WERE TOGETHER...
WE WERE TOGETHER.
WE WERE TOGETHER.
TOGETHER, TOGETHER.
( sobbing): TOGETHER...
TOGETHER...
( mumbling): WE WERE
TOGETH... ER... DAVE?
DAVE, HONEY, WAKE UP.
WAKE UP, HONEY.
WHAT?
OH.
OH, WILMA, WILMA.
OH, WAIT A MINUTE.
LET ME GET THIS
JUNK OFF MY FACE.
DON'T GO AWAY.
OH, DON'T WORRY.
I WON'T.
( moaning softly)
WHAT'S THE MATTER, HONEY?
YOU SOUND TERRIBLE.
DID YOU HAVE A NIGHTMARE?
OH, BABY, I HAD THE NIGHTMARE...
THE GRANDDADDY OF THEM ALL.
THAT'LL TEACH YOU
TO MIX SCOTCH AND MARTINIS.
YEAH, THAT'LL
TEACH ME ALL RIGHT.
I'M SORRY I DIDN'T PUT YOU
IN YOUR PAJAMAS,
HONEY BUT I WAS A LITTLE
OUT OF THINGS MYSELF.
YOU FORGIVE ME?
YEAH, SURE, SURE.
WELL, YOU'RE IN A RARE MOOD.
HONEY, WHAT'S WRONG?
ARE YOU ILL?
DAVE, WHY ARE YOU
LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT?
DAVE, HONEY?
DAVE...?
A CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY OR
A NIGHTMARE TURNED INSIDE OUT?
A SIMPLE LOSS OF MEMORY
OR THE END OF THE WORLD?
DAVID GURNEY MAY
NEVER FIND THE ANSWER
BUT YOU CAN BE SURE
HE'S LOOKING FOR IT
IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
Announcer: ROD SERLING,
CREATOR OF THE TWILIGHT ZONE,
WILL TELL YOU ABOUT NEXT
WEEK'S STORY, AFTER THIS MESSAGE.
AND NOW, MR. SERLING.
NEXT WEEK, WE TAKE A
TRIP THROUGH A GALAXY
TO FEW MILLION LIGHT-YEARS AWAY
FROM YOUR COLLECTIVE
TELEVISION SCREENS.
WE'LL LAND ON AN
UNCHARTED ASTEROID
AND THEN UNDERGO AN EXPERIENCE
DESIGNED FOR GOOSE
BUMPS AND PALPITATIONS
BECAUSE, IN THE TWILIGHT
ZONE, NEXT TIME OUT,
YOU'LL SEE THAT MONSTERS COME
IN ALL ASSORTED SIZES AND SHAPES.
I HOPE WE WHETTED YOUR APPETITE,
AND IF SO, WE'LL
SEE YOU NEXT WEEK.
OUR SHOW IS CALLED
"THE LITTLE PEOPLE."
Announcer: EVERY
LITTER BIT HURTS,
SO THINK BEFORE YOU THROW.
KEEP AMERICA
CLEAN AND BEAUTIFUL.
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.
( sighs)
( groans)
( groans)
OH, GREAT... JUST GREAT.
( clock bouncing on floor)
( moans)
OH, NEVER... NEVER, NEVER AGAIN.
OH, SURE... YOU GO
RIGHT AHEAD AND SLEEP.
THAT'S RIGHT.
NEVER MIND ABOUT HOW I FEEL.
I'M AN HOUR LATE TO
WORK BUT SO WHAT?
NO SKIN OFF YOUR
PRETTY LITTLE NOSE, RIGHT?
OH, BOY.
WHAT A WIFE.
WHAT A DOLL OF A WIFE.
YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST
TAKEN MY SHOES OFF, YOU KNOW.
I DIDN'T WANT TO GO
TO THAT STUPID PARTY.
"I OUGHT TO STAY HOME AND READ."
"OH, NO, CAN'T DO THAT AND
HURT OLD PETEY'S FEELINGS."
OH, BOY, OH, BOY.
I GO TO WORK AND SUFFER ALL
DAY AND SHE SACKS OUT UNTIL NOON.
THAT'S FAIR.
OH, BOY.
OH, BOY...
OH, WHAT NEXT?
WILMA!
WILMA, WHAT HAVE YOU
DONE WITH MY RAZOR?
HEY, HEY, COME ON.
COME ON, WAKE UP.
( woman sighs)
COME ON, WILL YOU?
I'M LATE.
WILMA... HEY.
NEVER MIND THE DRAMATICS.
JUST TELL ME WHERE
YOU PUT MY RAZOR.
( woman screams)
DON'T DO THAT.
WHAT'S THE MATTER... YOU SICK?
WHO ARE YOU?
WHAT?
WHO ARE YOU?
WHAT ARE YOU DOING
IN MY BEDROOM?
YOU MEAN THIS
ISN'T THE Y.M.C.A.?
HONEY, WILL YOU KNOCK IT OFF?
I'M LATE... TELL ME
WHERE YOU PUT THE RAZOR.
DARLING, I AM IN NO
MOOD FOR JOKES.
YOU GET OUT OF HERE.
WILMA... WILMA?
HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?
IT'S ON THE MARRIAGE
CERTIFICATE.
REMEMBER?
MISTER, I'VE NEVER
SEEN YOU BEFORE
IN ALL MY LIFE.
CAMEO OF A MAN WHO HAS JUST
LOST HIS MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION.
HE DOESN'T KNOW IT YET.
IN FACT, HE DOESN'T EVEN
KNOW ABOUT THE POSSESSION...
BECAUSE, LIKE MOST PEOPLE,
DAVID GURNEY HAS
NEVER REALLY THOUGHT
ABOUT THE MATTER
OF HIS IDENTITY.
BUT HE'S GOING TO
BE THINKING ABOUT IT
A GREAT DEAL FROM NOW ON
BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT HE'S LOST
AND HIS SEARCH FOR
IT IS GOING TO TAKE HIM
INTO THE DARKEST CORNERS
OF THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
NOW, LOOK, WHOEVER YOU
ARE, I DON'T WANT ANY TROUBLE,
BUT IF YOU DON'T LEAVE
I'M GOING TO CALL THE POLICE.
CALL THE POLICE.
CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT.
TELL THEM TO BRING
AN OXYGEN MASK.
THERE IS A MAN DYING.
I'M NOT BLUFFING.
IF YOU DON'T GET OUT OF HERE
BY THE TIME I COUNT
FIVE, I'LL CALL THEM.
OH, COME ON! CUT IT
OUT, WILL YOU? ONE...
I AM NOT AMUSED! TWO...
THREE, FOUR, FIVE. ALL RIGHT...
GIVE ME THE... WHAT IS
THE MATTER WITH YOU?
DON'T TOUCH ME.
THIS IS WHAT I CALL
A DELAYED REACTION!
TWO MARTINIS AT MIDNIGHT
AND SHE GETS STONED
AT 10:00 IN THE MORNING!
LOOK, I SUGGEST YOU GO TO BED
AND SLEEP IT OFF.
WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?
CHANGE MY CLOTHES,
IF YOU DON'T MIND.
WHERE ARE MY SOCKS?
WHAT IN THE NAME OF...?
ALL RIGHT.
WOULD YOU MIND TELLING
ME WHAT IS GOING ON?
WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?
WAIT A MINUTE, WAIT A MINUTE.
I DO NOT KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON
BUT I SUPPOSE IT'S ANOTHER ONE
OF PETE'S RIDICULOUS
LITTLE GAGS.
WELL, YOU CAN TELL HIM
THAT IT DIDN'T COME OFF.
NOW, I'M GOING TO WORK
AND WHEN I COME HOME,
YOU HAD BETTER HAVE
EVERYTHING STRAIGHTENED
OUT, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
NO, NO, THAT'S VERY
THOUGHTFUL OF YOU
BUT I'M NOT MUCH IN THE
MOOD FOR BREAKFAST.
THANKS, ANYWAY.
NUT.
GOOD MORNING, JIM.
GOOD MORNING.
HI, JACK.
GOOD MORNING, JULIE, FRED.
YES, SIR, MAY I HELP YOU?
GEORGE, WHO'S THAT?
THAT'S MR. COOPER.
WOULD YOU MIND TELLING
ME WHAT MR. COOPER IS DOING
AT MY DESK?
BEG PARDON?
I'M SORRY, MR. KLINE.
WITHOUT BETTER SECURITY,
I'M AFRAID THERE'S
NOTHING WE CAN DO FOR YOU.
WHO THE DEVIL ARE YOU?
HOW'S THAT?
I SAID, WHO THE DEVIL ARE YOU
AND WHAT ARE YOU
DOING AT MY DESK?
YOUR DESK?
THAT'S RIGHT... MY DESK.
I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS TODAY.
GET OUT OF THAT CHAIR.
I'LL DO NOTHING OF THE KIND.
GET OUT OR I'LL THROW YOU OUT.
THERE'S NO NEED TO GET EXCITED.
AFTER THE MORNING I PUT IN!
AND WOULD YOU BE KIND ENOUGH
TO TAKE THIS JUNK WITH YOU?
WHAT'S THE TROUBLE, SIR?
LOOK, JIM, THIS LITTLE
JOKE HAS GONE FAR ENOUGH.
HE SAYS THIS IS HIS DESK.
STEP OUTSIDE, SIR,
WE CAN SETTLE THIS.
THERE IS NOTHING TO BE SETTLED
EXCEPT I WOULD LIKE MY
NAMEPLATE BACK AND MY PICTURE.
I'M AFRAID I'LL HAVE TO INSIST.
I'M NOT BUDGING.
YES, YOU ARE.
JIM, YOU GET YOUR HAND OFF ME
OR I'LL SEE TO IT
THAT YOU'RE FIRED.
WE'LL TALK ABOUT IT OUTSIDE.
PUT YOUR HANDS UP, MISTER.
WHAT?
PUT YOUR HANDS UP.
HAS EVERYBODY GONE CRAZY?
WALK THREE PACES IN FRONT OF ME.
DON'T CAUSE ANY TROUBLE
OR I'LL HAVE TO SHOOT.
MOVE!
CALL THE POLICE, SIR.
GEORGE, WHAT IS THIS?
ALL RIGHT, KEEP MOVING.
WILMA!
WILL YOU TELL THESE
PEOPLE WHO I AM?
IS THAT THE MAN?
YES.
WHAT'S YOUR NAME, MISTER?
ASK HER.
SHE DOESN'T KNOW.
SHE DOESN'T KNOW?!
AFTER 11 YEARS OF MARRIAGE?
MRS. GURNEY, ALLOW
ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF.
I'M DAVID GURNEY...
YOUR HUSBAND... REMEMBER?
DON'T STAND THERE
STARING LIKE IDIOTS.
THAT'S WHO I AM... DAVID GURNEY.
JIM, NOW, PLEASE,
WILL YOU TELL THEM?
LOOK, I'VE WORKED WITH THIS MAN
FOR FOUR YEARS.
NOW, TELL THEM!
JULIE.
FRED.
GEORGE, WILL YOU TELL THEM?
TELL THEM WHO I AM!
ALL RIGHT, LET'S GO.
WAIT A MINUTE!
YOU SAY I'M NOT
DAVID GURNEY, RIGHT?
I'LL PROVE IT TO YOU.
LET'S SEE WHAT YOU
HAVE TO SAY TO THIS.
MY DRIVER'S LICENSE
AND CREDIT CARDS...
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH THEM?!
WAIT A MINUTE!
I'M DAVID GURNEY.
I'M DAVID GURNEY!
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU
SAY, I KNOW WHO I AM.
MISTER... GURNEY! GURNEY!
DAVID ANDREW GURNEY!
THERE'S NO NEED
FOR EXCITEMENT...
OH, OF COURSE NOT!
ALL OF A SUDDEN, EVERYONE'S
TELLING ME I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM,
AND YOU SAY THERE'S NO
REASON FOR EXCITEMENT.
WELL, WHAT DO YOU
EXPECT ME TO DO, RELAX?!
( Doctor chuckling)
NO, I SUPPOSE NOT.
I KNOW IT MUST BE QUITE A SHOCK,
BUT, LOOK, IF WE'RE
TO HELP YOU, MISTER...
YOU'VE GOT TO FACE FACTS.
YOU SEE, THIS MAN
YOU THINK YOU ARE...
HE DOESN'T REALLY EXIST...
EXCEPT IN YOUR MIND.
WHETHER WHOLE CLOTH
OR FROM PEOPLE YOU'VE MET,
YOU'VE INVENTED HIM.
THERE IS NO DAVID ANDREW GURNEY.
YOU'RE LYING.
OH, COME, COME.
WHY? I DON'T KNOW.
WHY? WHY SHOULD
I...? I DON'T KNOW.
BUT YOU ARE; YOU'VE GOT TO BE.
NOW, LISTEN, A MAN DOESN'T
LIVE 35 YEARS KNOWING WHO HE IS,
AND THEN, JUST BECAUSE HE'S
LOST HIS DRIVER'S LICENSE...
NO, NO, NO, NO. IT
WASN'T JUST THAT.
THIS WOMAN, UH, MISS BERENSON...
THE WOMAN YOU THINK
YOU'RE MARRIED TO...
KNOW I'M MARRIED TO,
AND HER NAME ISN'T
BERENSON, IT'S GURNEY!
( sighs)
I SEE YOU'RE GONNA
REQUIRE MORE PROOF.
WELL, THAT CAN BE ARRANGED.
COME WITH ME, PLEASE.
OH, UH, YOU HAVEN'T MET
YOUR FELLOW PATIENT.
THAT'S WINSTON CHURCHILL.
SO HE THINKS.
POOR CHAP... NO ONE
KNOWS WHO HE REALLY IS.
NOW, LET ME SEE HOW
I CAN PROVE IT TO YOU.
THE PHONE... LET
ME USE THE PHONE.
OF COURSE.
WHAT NUMBER?
KLONDIKE 5-2131.
LET ME HAVE AN
OUTSIDE LINE PLEASE.
DR. KOSLENKO.
HELLO, PETE?
IT'S DAVE.
PETE, IT'S DAVE GURNEY.
WELL, HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT?
HE'S MY BEST FRIEND.
WE WENT TO SCHOOL TOGETHER.
MORE?
YES.
YES, CALL KLONDIKE 5-3472.
SEVEN, TWO.
ASK FOR MRS. GURNEY.
I'D LIKE TO SPEAK WITH
MRS. GURNEY, PLEASE.
JUST A MOMENT, PLEASE.
HELLO, MOM?
OH, THANK GOD, THANK GOD.
MOM...
THIS IS DAVE.
WHAT'S THE MATTER, MOM?
DON'T YOU RECOGNIZE MY VOICE?
IT'S DAVE.
YOUR SON.
MOM... MOM, NOW STOP IT.
DON'T DO THIS TO ME, PLEASE!
FORGIVE THE CALL, PLEASE.
IT WAS A MISTAKE.
THANK YOU.
( sighs)
YOU ARE DAVID ANDREW GURNEY.
YOU LIVE AT 2457
LIME ROCK AVENUE.
THAT'S RIGHT.
YOU'RE SURE?
YES, I'M SURE!
DO YOU HAVE A TELEPHONE?
CERTAINLY, I HAVE A PHONE.
IT'S LIKELY THAT YOUR NUMBER
WOULD BE LISTED IN
THE DIRECTORY, ISN'T IT?
YES.
YOU'LL NOTICE THAT THAT IS...
THE CURRENT EDITION.
GO AHEAD.
NOW DO YOU BELIEVE ME?
I DON'T KNOW.
I DON'T KNOW.
MAYBE I SHOULD, BUT I...
ALL RIGHT.
ALL RIGHT, IF I'M
NOT DAVID GURNEY,
THEN WHO AM I?
THAT'S WHAT WE'RE
GOING TO TRY TO FIND OUT.
IN OTHER WORDS, I'M CRAZY,
LIKE THAT GUY WHO
THINKS HE'S CHURCHILL.
IS THAT IT?
LET'S JUST SAY...
MENTALLY DISTURBED.
I KNOW IT'S VERY
DIFFICULT TO BELIEVE,
BUT LOOKING AT IT LOGICALLY,
THERE ISN'T ANY
OTHER EXPLANATION.
SOMETIME LAST NIGHT,
YOU HAD WHAT IS KNOWN AS
A TOTAL LOSS OF ORIENTATION.
YOU ENTERED MISS
BERENSON'S HOUSE...
NO, NO.
NO, NO, NO!
THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT ME
TO BELIEVE, BUT IT ISN'T TRUE
BECAUSE IN SPITE OF EVERYTHING,
DOCTOR, I KNOW WHO I AM!
EITHER I AM CRAZY
OR SOMEBODY'S GOING TO
AN AWFUL LOT OF TROUBLE
TO BLOT ME OUT.
NOW, NOW, NOW...
WHY WOULD ANYONE
WANT TO BLOT YOU OUT?
HOW SHOULD I KNOW?
BUT WHOEVER OR WHATEVER IT IS...
THEY CAN RIG EVERY PHONE BOOK
AND THEY CAN PAY
OFF EVERYONE I KNOW
BUT THEY CAN'T
GET INSIDE MY MIND.
AND I'LL TELL YOU
SOMETHING ELSE...
THEY CAN'T THINK OF EVERYTHING.
AND WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
JUST THAT.
A MAN'S LIFE IS MADE UP
OF A MILLION DETAILS.
SOME OF THOSE
DETAILS ARE PRIVATE.
I'VE GONE PLACES,
I'VE DONE THINGS
THAT I'VE NEVER
TOLD TO ANYONE...
NOT EVEN MY WIFE.
OF COURSE... I'M SURE
THAT'S QUITE TRUE.
NOW, SUPPOSE WE GO
BACK TO YOUR ROOM
AND YOU THINK ABOUT IT.
OH, NO... YOU THINK ABOUT IT
BECAUSE I'M GOING TO FIND
ONE OF THOSE DETAILS... NOW!
SORRY... GOT TO GET AWAY.
HEY, HEY!
( low, indistinct conversation)
WAIT A MINUTE.
BEFORE YOU SAY
ANYTHING, GIVE ME A DRINK.
ANYTHING IN PARTICULAR?
THE USUAL.
HUH?
THE...
THE USUAL.
IRISH WHISKEY.
I'M SORRY, BUDDY.
SAM... LOOK AT ME.
OKAY, I'M LOOKING AT YOU.
WHO AM I?
HOW MANY GUESSES DO I GET, HUH?
NO, THINK, SAM.
WHO COMES IN HERE
EVERY FRIDAY NIGHT
FOR THE LAST THREE YEARS?
MY WIFE.
WHO ELSE?
A LOT OF PEOPLE COME IN HERE.
WHAT ABOUT... WHAT
ABOUT DAVE GURNEY?
WHO?
THAT'S IT, HUH?
THEY GOT TO HIM, TOO.
ALL RIGHT.
BUT HOW?
I KEPT THIS PLACE A SECRET.
I NEVER TOLD ANYBODY ABOUT IT.
WOULD YOU LIKE ANOTHER DRINK?
YEAH.
SAM... SAM...
WHAT WOULD YOU
DO IF ALL OF A SUDDEN
EVERYBODY STARTED
TELLING YOU YOU WEREN'T YOU.
WHAT?!
I MEAN, EVERYBODY...
YOUR WIFE, YOUR FRIENDS.
EVERYONE SUDDENLY
COULDN'T RECOGNIZE YOU ANYMORE.
THEY WERE SAYING
SAM BAKER DIDN'T EXIST.
I'D TELL THEM TO SWITCH BRANDS.
BUT YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE THEM?
GIVE ME ANOTHER ONE.
I THINK YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH.
OH... I'VE HAD MORE
THAN ENOUGH, SAM.
HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?
BECAUSE WE'RE FRIENDS.
YOUR WIFE'S NAME IS PEARL.
YOUR KIDS' NAMES
ARE JOEY AND LINDA.
YOU LIVE IN WHITE OAK.
YOU USED TO BE A PRIZEFIGHTER...
"POWERHOUSE BAKER."
YOUR PICTURE'S ON THE WALL
RIGHT NEXT TO HARRY GREBB.
WAIT A MINUTE...
WAIT A MINUTE...
ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
I THINK SO.
KEEP YOUR FINGERS CROSSED, SAM.
I MAY HAVE FOUND
THAT LITTLE DETAIL
THEY OVERLOOKED.
WHAT'S THE NUMBER AGAIN?
6708-777.
YOU SURE?
POSITIVE.
I LOST THE SLIP BUT I
REMEMBER THAT NUMBER
BECAUSE OF THE FOUR SEVENS.
MAYBE YOUR WIFE'S GOT IT.
SHE DOESN'T KNOW IT WAS TAKEN.
I WAS GOING TO SURPRISE HER.
YOU SURE IT WAS THE 14th?
YES, ON A SUNDAY.
WE WERE AT THE ZOO.
OH, I'M SORRY.
HEY, WAIT A MINUTE.
IS THAT A SEVEN OR A ONE?
SEVEN.
IS THAT IT?
( sighs)
YES.
YES, THAT'S IT.
ARE YOU OKAY, MISTER?
YEAH... YEAH, I'M FINE.
OKAY, THAT'LL BE $1.75.
HEY, WAIT A MINUTE!
YOU OWE ME MONEY.
WELL, DOCTOR, WHAT
BRINGS YOU HERE?
I MIGHT ASK YOU
THE SAME QUESTION.
TO ELUDE US, YOU
SHOULDN'T HAVE LEFT
THAT STOLEN CAR DOWNSTAIRS.
THIS MAN OWES ME MONEY.
OH... $1.81 TO BE EXACT...
FOR PROOF THAT I'M NOT CRAZY.
I TOLD YOU THEY COULDN'T
THINK OF EVERYTHING.
I SUPPOSE YOU FOUND A SIGNATURE
OR A RECEIPT... BUT
THAT'S NOT PROOF
BECAUSE I COULD'VE SIGNED
A SIGNATURE ANYTIME...
RIGHT.
OR HAD A CARD PRINTED UP,
OR FAKED A DRIVER'S LICENSE.
RIGHT.
BUT WHAT ABOUT A
PHOTOGRAPH, DOCTOR?
WHAT ABOUT A PHOTOGRAPH
OF ME HOLDING HANDS
WITH A GIRL WHO CLAIMS
SHE NEVER LAID EYES ON ME
BEFORE THIS MORNING?
HOW WOULD YOU EXPLAIN THAT?
TAKE IT OUT AND LOOK AT IT.
THEN THINK UP SOME ANSWERS.
WELL?
BUT I...
I SAW HER.
LOOK, LOOK YOU SAW HER.
YOU SAW MY WIFE.
OH, LISTEN, MISTER,
YOU DIDN'T SHOW ME NOTHING.
BUT I TELL YOU SHE WAS THERE.
WE WERE TOGETHER!
NO.
WE WERE TOGETHER.
WE WERE TOGETHER...
WE WERE TOGETHER.
WE WERE TOGETHER.
TOGETHER, TOGETHER.
( sobbing): TOGETHER...
TOGETHER...
( mumbling): WE WERE
TOGETH... ER... DAVE?
DAVE, HONEY, WAKE UP.
WAKE UP, HONEY.
WHAT?
OH.
OH, WILMA, WILMA.
OH, WAIT A MINUTE.
LET ME GET THIS
JUNK OFF MY FACE.
DON'T GO AWAY.
OH, DON'T WORRY.
I WON'T.
( moaning softly)
WHAT'S THE MATTER, HONEY?
YOU SOUND TERRIBLE.
DID YOU HAVE A NIGHTMARE?
OH, BABY, I HAD THE NIGHTMARE...
THE GRANDDADDY OF THEM ALL.
THAT'LL TEACH YOU
TO MIX SCOTCH AND MARTINIS.
YEAH, THAT'LL
TEACH ME ALL RIGHT.
I'M SORRY I DIDN'T PUT YOU
IN YOUR PAJAMAS,
HONEY BUT I WAS A LITTLE
OUT OF THINGS MYSELF.
YOU FORGIVE ME?
YEAH, SURE, SURE.
WELL, YOU'RE IN A RARE MOOD.
HONEY, WHAT'S WRONG?
ARE YOU ILL?
DAVE, WHY ARE YOU
LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT?
DAVE, HONEY?
DAVE...?
A CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY OR
A NIGHTMARE TURNED INSIDE OUT?
A SIMPLE LOSS OF MEMORY
OR THE END OF THE WORLD?
DAVID GURNEY MAY
NEVER FIND THE ANSWER
BUT YOU CAN BE SURE
HE'S LOOKING FOR IT
IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
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NEXT WEEK, WE TAKE A
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AND THEN UNDERGO AN EXPERIENCE
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BECAUSE, IN THE TWILIGHT
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YOU'LL SEE THAT MONSTERS COME
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I HOPE WE WHETTED YOUR APPETITE,
AND IF SO, WE'LL
SEE YOU NEXT WEEK.
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"THE LITTLE PEOPLE."
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