The Twilight Zone (1959–1964): Season 4, Episode 1 - In His Image - full transcript

A young man grapples with an urge to kill and confusion about his origins.

( eerie music)

YOU UNLOCK THIS DOOR
WITH THE KEY OF IMAGINATION.

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 SHADOW AND SUBSTANCE,

OF THINGS AND IDEAS.

YOU'VE JUST CROSSED
OVER INTO THE TWILIGHT ZONE.

( static crackling)

( loud electronic whirring)

OH, I DIDN'T HEAR YOU.



ARE YOU SICK, YOUNG MAN?

NO.

YOU LOOK SICK.

MY HUSBAND LOOKED LIKE THAT

JUST BEFORE HE DIED...
ALL WHITE AND PASTY.

NO, NO, I'M ALL RIGHT.

JUST WHAT HE SAID,

JUST THOSE WORDS...
"I'M ALL RIGHT."

WENT TO BED.

NEXT MORNING,
WENT TO WAKE HIM...

THERE HE WAS SPRAWLED OUT DEAD.

YOU DON'T DRINK, DO YOU?

NO.

WELL, THAT'S WHAT
KILLED MY JACK.



I TOLD HIM IT WAS
THE DEVIL'S WORK,

BUT HE WOULDN'T LISTEN TO ME.

AND YOU CAN SEE WHERE HE IS NOW.

OH, THE DEVIL'S ALL
AROUND US, MISTER,

ALL AROUND US, EVERYWHERE WE GO.

IF WE DON'T FIGHT HIM,

IF WE DON'T STAND UP TO HIM,

WE SUFFER ETERNAL TORMENT.

YEAH, I'M SURE YOU'RE RIGHT.

I KNOW I'M RIGHT,

AND I'LL TELL YOU HOW I KNOW.

IT WAS ON A SUNDAY.

I WAS IRONING, IF YOU PLEASE,

AND THAT'S WHEN IT CAME
OUT OF A CLEAR BLUE SKY.

OH, THE DEAR GOOD
LORD'S OWN SWEET BREATH

AND HIS VOICE LIKE
AN ELECTRIC SHOCK...

I WAS REVELATED!

OH, PRAISE HIM, MISTER,
AND PRAISE HIS GOOD WORKS!

DO YOU READ THE BOOK?

WHAT BOOK IS THAT?

WHY, THE GOOD BOOK!

OH, YES, ALL THE TIME.

YOU SURE YOU'RE
TELLING THE TRUTH, NOW?

WE MAY BE A MILE UNDERGROUND,
BUT HE HEARS EVERY WORD.

YES, IT'S THE TRUTH!

( static crackling)

( loud electronic whirring)

ALL RIGHT, LEVITICUS,
CHAPTER FIVE, VERSE TWO.

( voice in his head):
PERFECT, YOU'RE PERFECT.

WELL?

LADY, PLEASE!

"OR IF A SOUL TOUCH
ANY UNCLEAN THING,

"WHETHER IT BE A CARCASS
OF AN UNCLEAN BEAST,

"OR A CARCASS OF UNCLEAN CATTLE,

"OR A CARCASS OF UNCLEAN
CREEPING THINGS, AND IF IT BE

"HIDDEN FROM HIM,

HE SHALL ALSO BE
UNCLEAN AND GUILTY."

LADY, GO AWAY!

DON'T YOU WANT TO BE SAVED?

NO, I JUST WANT
TO BE LEFT ALONE!

WE'RE NEVER ALONE, YOUNG MAN...

DON'T YOU KNOW THAT?

HE'S ALWAYS WITH US,

AND HE'LL HELP US
IF WE ONLY LET HIM,

BUT WE'VE GOT TO BE SAVED FIRST.

HERE, READ THIS.

TAKE IT, READ IT!

IT'LL CHANGE YOUR LIFE.

OH, THE DEVIL MEANS
TO HAVE YOU, MISTER,

BUT I WON'T LET HIM.

I'LL FIGHT WITH
YOU, AND WE'LL WIN.

LISTEN TO ME, MISTER,

IT'S SALVATION
I'M TALKING ABOUT!

NO, NO, NO!

WHAT YOU HAVE JUST
WITNESSED COULD BE THE END

OF A PARTICULARLY
TERRIFYING NIGHTMARE.

IT ISN'T.

IT'S THE BEGINNING.

ALTHOUGH ALAN
TALBOT DOESN'T KNOW IT,

HE'S ABOUT TO ENTER
A STRANGE NEW WORLD

TOO INCREDIBLE TO BE REAL,
TOO REAL TO BE A DREAM.

IT'S CALLED THE TWILIGHT ZONE.

( doorbell buzzes)

I'M SORRY TO BOTHER YOU, MA'AM,

BUT, LIKE, I BELONG TO
THE JUNIOR WOODCHUCKS,

AND IF YOU BUY A
TEN-YEAR SUBSCRIPTION

TO THE LADIES' HOME COMPANION,

I GET A GENUINE TOY
TYPEWRITER FREE.

NOW, WHAT DO YOU SAY?

NO, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

HI.

HI.

YOU READY?

AND WILLING.

YOU DISAPPOINTED?

I'M A LITTLE SURPRISED.

I TOLD YOU THAT THERE WERE LINES

THAT I DID NOT CROSS.

I KNOW. I WAS GOING TO WAIT

TILL AFTER WE GOT MARRIED,

BUT SOMETHING CAME OVER ME.

I LOST MY SELF-CONTROL.

WELL, YOU LOOK AROUND FOR IT.

AND I'LL GET YOU SOME COFFEE.

HOW COME SO LATE?

WHO'S LATE?

WHO'S LATE? YOU'RE LATE.

WHAT, FIVE MINUTES?

NO, 45 MINUTES.

HONEY, I KEEP TELLING YOU,
GET RID OF THAT SUNDIAL.

OKAY, SO YOU OVERSLEPT.

JUST REMEMBER, IT WASN'T MY IDEA

TO LEAVE AT 5:00 IN THE MORNING.

LOOK, I DID NOT OVERSLEEP.

I LEFT THE HOTEL AT 4:30 A.M.

I GOT ON THE SUBWAY,
I GOT OFF THE SUBWAY,

I CAME HERE... THEREFORE...

THEREFORE YOU MUST
HAVE STOPPED SOMEPLACE

AND HAD A FEW SHORT BEERS,
BECAUSE NOW IT'S ALMOST 6:00.

SEE?

YEAH, I SEE, BUT I
DON'T UNDERSTAND.

ALAN, YOU'RE GOING TO
BE VERY PROUD OF ME.

WHY?

YOU WANTED TO TAKE A LUNCH, HUH?

SO I ROASTED US A CHICKEN.

OH, GREAT!

JESS... YEAH?

ARE YOU SURE?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

I MEAN, DO YOU KNOW
WHAT YOU'RE DOING?

YES, I DO.

I AM A SPINSTER WELL
OVER 20 YEARS OLD...

AND I AM SOUND OF
MIND AND SOUND OF BODY.

I'M GOING TO VISIT A TOWN

I HAVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE

FOR THE PURPOSE OF
MEETING AND IMPRESSING

A WOMAN I'VE NEVER
HEARD OF BEFORE

FOR THE PURPOSE
OF MARRYING A GUY

I'VE KNOWN FOR
EXACTLY FOUR DAYS.

WHAT'S SO ODD ABOUT THAT?

NO, I'M SERIOUS.

WELL, SO AM I.

SHOULDN'T YOU...
SHOULDN'T YOU KNOW

MORE ABOUT ME OR SOMETHING?

LIKE WHAT?

I KNOW YOUR NAME IS ALAN TALBOT.

I KNOW THAT YOU COME
FROM COEURVILLE, NEW YORK,

THAT YOU LIVE IN
A BIG WHITE HOUSE

SURROUNDED BY
ROSEBUSHES AND TREES

AND THAT YOU DO SCIENTIFIC
RESEARCH ON A BOMB.

NOT A BOMB, A
COMPUTER, ELECTRONICS.

NOW, YOU SEE, YOU'RE
ROMANTICIZING ME ALREADY.

DON'T INTERRUPT.

YOU'RE VISITING NEW YORK CITY

FOR THE PURE
MORBID PLEASURE OF IT.

YOU MAKE $600 A MONTH.

YOU'RE VERY KIND
TO SMALL ANIMALS

AND VERY NICE TO OLD
CHESTNUT VENDORS.

AND NOW YOU'RE VERY LONELY.

AND YOU'RE DESPERATELY IN NEED

OF A WOMAN WHO'S FIVE FOOT THREE

WHO ANSWERS TO THE NAME
OF JESSICA CONNELLY, RIGHT?

RIGHT.

AND YOU ARE SINGLE.

AT THE PRESENT.

ALAN...

DO YOU THINK I'M GOING
TO LIKE COEURVILLE?

ONLY IF YOU HAPPEN TO LIKE

GREAT LITTLE TOWNS

FULL OF WARM, FRIENDLY PEOPLE.

YOU'VE ONLY BEEN GONE A WEEK,

AND ALREADY YOU'RE HOMESICK.

WELL, I BETTER LIKE IT.

YOU WILL, AND YOU'LL
LOVE AUNT MILDRED.

NOW, COME ON, QUIT STALLING!

( static crackling)

( mumbling): WALTER!

( electronic whirring)

WALTER, NO!

NO, IT ISN'T RIGHT.

SEND ME BACK.

WALTER... ALAN... ALAN. ALAN.

YOU WERE HAVING A NIGHTMARE.

WHAT, IN THE MIDDLE
OF THE MORNING?

WHO'S WALTER?

WHO'S WHO?

YOU KEPT SAYING "WALTER."

OH, WELL, THIS IS A
POOR TIME TO TELL YOU,

BUT HE HAPPENS TO BE MY BROTHER.

OH? YES, IT'S A
TRAGIC SITUATION.

WE KEEP HIM LOCKED
IN THE CELLAR.

I DON'T LIKE TO THINK ABOUT IT.

OH, ALAN, YOU IDIOT!

I DON'T KNOW ANY WALTER.

WELL, MAYBE AWAKE, YOU
DON'T KNOW ANY WALTER,

BUT ASLEEP, YOU'RE
SCARED TO DEATH OF HIM!

I SAID I DON'T KNOW ANY WALTER.

OKAY... OKAY, YOU BIG GROUCH.

YOU WANT ME TO DRIVE?

SURE, BUT JUST BE CAREFUL.

IT'S NOT PAID FOR YET.

OOH, CHANGING OF THE GUARD.

HEY, YOU SEE THAT? YEAH.

I USED TO PLAY HERE
WHEN I WAS A KID.

EVERY TIME I RAN AWAY FROM HOME,

I GOT JUST ABOUT THIS FAR.

HEY, YOU SEE THAT ROAD? UH-HUH.

Alan: LOVE ALLEY,
WE USED TO CALL IT.

GREAT PLACE FOR
SPARKING THE GIRLIES.

AND HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?

WELL, MY LOVE, IN
SPARKING CIRCLES,

I WAS KNOWN AS THE
HUMAN ELECTRODE.

THE HUMAN ELECTRODE.
WHAT AM I GETTING INTO?

( dog barking in distance)

OH, ALAN, IT'S LOVELY.

THERE'S THE NEW
BRUNSWICK HOTEL OVER THERE.

THEY GOT AN ICE CREAM
PARLOR AND A MAGAZINE STORE.

YOU CAN ALSO BUY
CIGARETTES IN THERE

IF YOU CAN PROVE YOU'RE OVER 21.

MR. VAN BROOKS IS
VERY STRICT ABOUT THAT.

DO YOU THINK I COULD GET BY?

WELL, MAYBE... MAYBE NOT.

THAT'S WHERE WE
BUY OUR GROCERIES.

THAT'S A FINE OLD STORE.

AROUND THE CORNER IS THE DEPOT.

YOU CAN'T SEE THAT FROM HERE.

AND THE LIBRARY'S
DOWN ON OAK STREET.

AND OVER THERE IS...

WELL, DON'T STOP NOW.

ALAN, WHAT IS IT?

WELL, EITHER I'VE GOT THE
WORST MEMORY IN THE WORLD,

OR THEY PUT UP A NEW BUILDING.

IN ONE WEEK?

Alan: WELL, IT'S PRE-FAB.

I TELL YOU, YOUNG LADY,

THEY DON'T BUILD BUILDINGS

THE WAY THEY USED TO.

ALAN, DO ME A LITTLE FAVOR, HUH?

SURE.

COULD WE STOP AND
HAVE A LITTLE QUICK ONE

BEFORE WE MEET THE GANG?

JUST A WEE LITTLE ONE.

IN THE FIRST PLACE,
THERE'S NO GANG TO MEET.

THERE'S JUST AUNT MILDRED.

AND IN THE SECOND PLACE,

THERE'S NOT ONE
BAR IN COEURVILLE.

REALLY? I THOUGHT I SAW ONE.

NOPE, NEAREST ONE'S
TEMPLE, 15 MILES AWAY.

I'LL TAKE YOU IN THE HOTEL

AND BUY YOU A CUP OF COFFEE.

THAT'S FINE.

SOMETHING I CAN
DO FOR YOU FOLKS?

WHERE'S THE RESTAURANT?

FOUR DOORS DOWN, KELSEY'S CAFE.

NO, I MEAN THE ONE HERE.

WHAT HAPPENED? DID YOU CLOSE?

NEVER HAD ONE
HERE. JUST A HOTEL.

THIS IS THE NEW BRUNSWICK?

YES, SIR.

I SEE.

I KNOW HOW ABSENT-MINDED
YOU SCIENTIFIC MEN ARE,

SO I KNOW YOU WON'T
MIND MY ASKING...

ARE YOU SURE THIS
IS THE RIGHT TOWN?

COURSE I'M SURE.

WELL, ALAN, DON'T SNAP AT ME.

I'M SORRY, I GUESS
I'M JUST NERVOUS.

LOOK, JESS, LET'S GO HOME

AND GET SOMETHING
THERE, ALL RIGHT?

SURE, FINE.

IS THAT YOUR MR. VAN BROOKS?

NO. I DON'T KNOW WHO HE IS.

IT'S AS THOUGH 20
YEARS HAVE GONE BY.

EVERYTHING'S DIFFERENT.

I THINK YOU'RE JUST LOOKING
AT THINGS FOR THE FIRST TIME.

I'VE LIVED NEAR TIMES
SQUARE ALL MY LIFE,

BUT I DON'T REMEMBER
SEEING IT, REALLY, FOR YEARS.

THEY COULD'VE PUT UP HALF
A DOZEN NEW BUILDINGS...

I'D NEVER NOTICE
BECAUSE I JUST DON'T LOOK.

YEAH, THAT'S PROBABLY IT.

NOW, THAT I WOULD
RECOGNIZE ANYWHERE.

YOU LIKE IT?

WHAT IF I DIDN'T?

OF COURSE I DO. IT'S CHARMING.

COME ON!

THE FIRST THING
WE'RE GOING TO DO

IS PAINT IT... PINK.

WHY NOT PURPLE?

OH, SHE MUST HAVE IT
LOCKED FROM THE INSIDE.

AUNT MILDRED?

AUNT MILDRED!

ALAN, YOU'RE GOING TO SHAKE
UP THE WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD.

WELL, I HAVE TO. SHE'S
HARD-OF-HEARING.

AUNT MILDRED?

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

I'M ALAN TALBOT.

SO?

SO I HAPPEN TO LIVE HERE.

NOW, WOULD YOU MIND
TELLING ME WHO YOU ARE

AND WHAT YOU'RE
DOING IN MY HOUSE?

ARE YOU CRAZY OR SOMETHING?

WAIT A MINUTE.
WHERE'S AUNT MILDRED?

WHO?

MILDRED TALBOT.

NOW, LISTEN, MISTER, LET
ME TELL YOU SOMETHING.

YOU'VE MADE SOME
KIND OF A MISTAKE.

I LIVE HERE.

I'VE LIVED HERE FOR NINE YEARS.

I BOUGHT THIS PLACE
FROM GERALD BUTLER,

AND I'VE GOT THE
DEED TO PROVE IT.

I DON'T KNOW ANYBODY
NAMED MILDRED,

AND I DON'T KNOW YOU, EITHER.

NOW, YOU GET OFF MY PROPERTY,

OR I'LL CALL THE SHERIFF!

WAIT!

( static crackling)

( electronic whirring)

ALAN, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU FOUND

SOME STRANGER
LIVING IN YOUR HOUSE?

CALL THE POLICE!

HI.

WHO'D YOU WANT TO SEE?

WOULD YOU TELL MRS. COOK I'D
LIKE TO USE THE PHONE, PLEASE?

MRS. COOK?

Alan: YES. PLEASE HURRY.

I'M SORRY. MRS. COOK
DOESN'T LIVE HERE.

SHE DIED.

WHAT?!

ABOUT THREE... THREE
YEARS AGO, I THINK.

YOU AREN'T HER COUSIN
FROM SWEDEN, ARE YOU?

NO, I'M NOT HER
COUSIN FROM SWEDEN!

I'M ALAN TALBOT,
AND I LIVE NEXT DOOR,

AND I HAD LUNCH WITH
MRS. COOK A WEEK AGO!

THANK YOU VERY
MUCH. COME ON, ALAN.

I HAD LUNCH WITH
AGATHA COOK A WEEK AGO,

JUST BEFORE I LEFT FOR NEW YORK.

I KNOW YOU DID.
YOU MENTIONED IT.

JESS, I DON'T KNOW
WHAT'S GOING ON...

BUT I'M GOING TO FIND OUT.

WELL, THAT'S IT.
THAT'S WHERE I WORK.

THE UNIVERSITY OF
COEURVILLE, ESTABLISHED 1912.

OVER THERE... THAT FOUR-STORY
BUILDING... YOU SEE IT?

MY OFFICE IS ON
THE SECOND FLOOR.

WELL, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF IT?

I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK.

WELL, MAYBE THEY MOVED IT.

SURE. IN THE WEEK
I'VE BEEN GONE,

THEY TOOK IT APART
BRICK BY BRICK

AND MOVED IT SOMEWHERE ELSE.

FOR PETE'S SAKE,
I'VE MADE THIS DRIVE

TWICE A DAY FOR OVER TEN YEARS.

YOU'D THINK I'D FORGET?

I'M SORRY.

IT'S OKAY.

DID YOU GET EVERYTHING
ALL STRAIGHTENED OUT?

SURE. I'M OUT OF MY MIND.

OH, ALAN...

I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO THINK.

WHAT ELSE CAN I THINK?

SOMEBODY I NEVER SAW
BEFORE LIVING IN MY HOUSE?

WOMAN I HAD LUNCH
WITH A WEEK AGO

DEAD THREE YEARS?

NEW BUILDINGS IN THE TOWN?

THIS IS GOING TO
SOUND CRAZY, I KNOW,

BUT DO YOU REMEMBER
WHAT YOU SAID

WHEN WE TRIED TO GET
COFFEE AT THAT HOTEL?

THE ONE THAT DIDN'T
HAVE THE COFFEE SHOP?

YOU SAID IT WAS AS THOUGH
COEURVILLE HAD AGED 20 YEARS.

DO YOU REMEMBER?

20 YEARS IN A WEEK?

WELL, MAYBE NOT IN ONE WEEK.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

I'M NOT SURE.

BUT WHAT IF IT'S TRUE?

WHAT IF 20 YEARS HAVE GONE BY?

I'M RIP VAN WINKLE?

WELL, WHY NOT?

ALAN, IT'S A
POSSIBILITY, ISN'T IT?

NO, I THOUGHT ABOUT THAT.

THAT DOESN'T HOLD UP
FOR A LOT OF REASONS.

FOR ONE THING, IT WOULD
MAKE ME AT LEAST 45 YEARS OLD,

UNLESS I LEFT TOWN
WHEN I WAS TEN,

AND THAT COULDN'T
BE, BECAUSE I WENT

TO HIGH SCHOOL AND COLLEGE HERE!

EXCEPT THERE AREN'T
ANY RECORDS SHOWING

I EVER WENT TO COEURVILLE HIGH.

AND THE UNIVERSITY I WORK
FOR, DEAR OLD COEURVILLE U.,

DOESN'T EVEN EXIST!

IT NEVER EXISTED!

WELL... WHAT ABOUT YOUR AUNT?

I JUST CHECKED.

THERE'S NOT A TRACE OF EVIDENCE

THAT A MILDRED
TALBOT EVER LIVED HERE.

IT WAS AN IDEA.

COME ON.

WHERE TO NOW?

THE CEMETERY.

ALAN, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?

TO FIND OUT IF THE
WORLD'S GONE CRAZY...

OR IF I HAVE.

MY PARENTS ARE BURIED HERE.

IF I CAN JUST FIND
THEIR GRAVES...

OVER THERE...

TALBOTS HAVE BEEN
BURIED IN THAT PLOT

FOR OVER 50 YEARS.

( groaning): OH!

THOSE THE ONES?

THAT'S THEM, ALL RIGHT.

I'M SORRY.

THIS MAN SAYS YOU CAUSED

A DISTURBANCE AT HIS HOUSE.

DO YOU ADMIT IT?

YES, I MADE A MISTAKE.

SAID YOU CLAIMED
IT WAS YOUR HOUSE.

WELL, I THOUGHT IT WAS.

I'M SORRY.

ARE YOU SATISFIED?

WELL, AS LONG AS
HE OWNS UP TO IT.

BUT YOU BETTER NOT COME

PESTERING ME
AGAIN, YOUNG FELLOW!

I WON'T!

GO ON BACK TO THE CAR.
I'LL BE ALONG IN A MINUTE.

WHAT'S YOUR NAME, SON?

ALAN TALBOT.

IS THIS YOUR WIFE?

NO... WE'RE JUST FRIENDS.

WELL, MR. TALBOT, DO YOU WANT

TO TELL ME WHAT YOU'RE
DOING IN COEURVILLE?

YOU THE SHERIFF? THAT'S RIGHT.

WHAT HAPPENED TO CARL JASPERSON?

HE'S THE MAN I REPLACED.

DO YOU KNOW HIM?

HE'S MY GODFATHER.

WHERE CAN I FIND HIM?

OVER THERE.

OH, MISS...

I CAN'T FORCE YOU
TO DO ANYTHING,

BECAUSE YOU HAVEN'T
BROKEN ANY LAWS,

BUT I'D LIKE TO SUGGEST
THAT YOU TAKE YOUR FRIEND

TO SEE A DOCTOR.

HE LOOKS SICK.

AND THE WAY HE WAS
STARING AT THAT GRAVE...

IS HE KIN TO WALTER RYDER?

I DON'T KNOW.

LET'S GO, ALAN.

HOW DO YOU FEEL?

ALAN?

DARLING, I KNOW
HOW UPSET YOU ARE,

BUT THERE'S A RATIONAL
EXPLANATION FOR ALL THIS.

THERE HAS TO BE.

A FRIEND OF MINE,
DR. MATTHEWS...

HE HAD A PATIENT ONCE

WHO COULDN'T EVEN
REMEMBER HER OWN NAME.

SHE WAS ON A
PLANE... ( static crackling)

SUDDENLY, SHE COULDN'T REMEMBER

WHERE SHE WAS GOING,
OR WHY, OR ANYTHING.

WHEN HE FIRST TALKED TO HER,

SHE COULDN'T REMEMBER

A THING ABOUT HER LIFE.

BUT AFTER TWO WEEKS,
SHE WAS JUST FINE.

IT WAS A FORM OF AMNESIA.

( electronic whirring)

I THINK YOU SHOULD
SEE HIM, ALAN.

YOU'LL LIKE DR. MATTHEWS.

( voice in his head): PUT IT
DOWN, ALAN! GET AWAY!

RUN, WALTER, RUN!

STOP THE CAR!

ARE YOU GOING TO BE SICK?

YES! HURRY, STOP THE CAR!

( static crackling,
electronic whirring)

LOOK OUT, YOU'LL KILL ME
WITH THAT... KILL ME WITH THAT...

KILL ME... KILL
ME... KILL... KILL...

( loud electronic whirring)

JESS, CAN YOU GIVE ME A HAND?

I'M COMING, ALAN!

HURRY!

( screams): NO!

JESS, GET AWAY FROM ME!

GET AWAY FROM ME!

GET IN THE CAR AND DRIVE
AWAY AS QUICK AS YOU CAN!

ALAN, LET ME HELP YOU!

NO! I'LL SEE YOU LATER
AT YOUR APARTMENT.

HOW ARE YOU GOING
TO GET BACK THERE?

NEVER MIND, JUST GO!

GO NOW, JESS!

RUN!

( voice in his head):
KILL ME! KILL ME!

KILL ME! KILL ME! KILL ME!

( very loud whirring)

KILL ME! KILL ME! KILL ME!

( loud whirring continues)

MISTER, ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT, MISTER?

I DIDN'T SEE YOU, HONEST!

I CAME AROUND THE TURN.

I DIDN'T SEE YOU.

IS IT BAD?

I DON'T KNOW.

Announcer: TWILIGHT ZONE WILL
CONTINUE AFTER STATION IDENTIFICATION.

THANK YOU.

YOU SURE YOU'RE
ALL RIGHT, MISTER?

YES, I'M FINE NOW.

I STILL THINK YOU
OUGHT TO SEE A DOCTOR.

NO, I'M ALL RIGHT, SEE?
I'M NOT EVEN BLEEDING.

NOT ON THE OUTSIDE, MAYBE,
BUT WHAT ABOUT ON THE INSIDE?

I MEAN, I'VE HEARD OF ACCIDENTS

WHERE GUYS ARE HURT REALLY BAD

AND THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW IT.

LOOK, I'M FINE.

WELL, SURE.

ALL I'M TRYING TO SAY IS...

I'D HATE TO BE RESPONSIBLE

IF YOU STARTED A
HEMORRHAGE OR SOMETHING.

IT WASN'T MY FAULT.

I MEAN, YOU ADMITTED THAT
YOURSELF, BUT EVEN SO...

LOOK, I SIGNED A PAPER
ABSOLVING YOU OF ANY BLAME.

ISN'T THAT ENOUGH?

YEAH. DON'T GET SORE, MISTER.

I'M JUST WORRIED
ABOUT YOU IS ALL.

UH, MISTER?

IT'S NONE OF MY BUSINESS, BUT...

HOW COME YOU WERE
WANDERING AROUND OUT THERE

IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE?

I DON'T KNOW.

THANK YOU. I'M SORRY I'VE
CAUSED YOU ANY TROUBLE.

MISTER, I'M JUST
GLAD YOU'RE ALIVE.

( telephone rings)

YES?

ALAN?

DARLING, I'VE BEEN
CALLING EVERY 15 MINUTES.

I'VE BEEN SO WORRIED.

WHAT HAPPENED?

I'M NOT SURE.

Jess: Are you all right?

I DON'T KNOW.

ALAN...

LOOK, JESS, WHY DON'T
YOU JUST FORGET ABOUT ME?

I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON.

LISTEN TO ME.

I CALLED DR. MATTHEWS

AND I MADE AN APPOINTMENT
FOR YOU FOR TOMORROW MORNING.

I'LL BE AT THE HOTEL
TO PICK YOU UP AT 9:30.

YOU'D DO THAT AFTER
EVERYTHING THAT'S HAPPENED?

YES, I WOULD.

MR. TALBOT, I...

I DIDN'T PLAN ON
FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU,

BUT I DID...

AND I'M STUCK WITH IT,
FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE.

WELL, THANK YOU.

WOULD YOU LIKE ME
TO COME OVER NOW?

NO, UH... UH...

I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW MORNING.

GOOD NIGHT, JESS.

Try not to worry, please.

GOOD NIGHT.

HELLO, ALAN.

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU.

YOU REAL?

WELL, THAT'S A
MATTER OF OPINION.

I USED TO THINK SO, YEARS AGO.

NOW I'M NOT SO SURE.

SIT DOWN, ALAN, OVER THERE.

I'LL POUR US A DRINK.

GO ON, SIT DOWN. THERE'S
NOTHING TO BE AFRAID OF.

BY THE WAY, YOU ALMOST
KILLED ME WITH THOSE SCISSORS.

DID YOU KNOW THAT?

IT'S A SHAME YOU DIDN'T.

BUT THEN NOTHING EVER
WORKS OUT RIGHT FOR ME.

SEE HOW CLOSE IT WAS?

WHO ARE YOU?

YOU ALREADY KNOW THAT. YOU MUST.

HOW ELSE COULD
YOU HAVE FOUND ME?

I LOOKED YOU UP
IN THE PHONE BOOK.

YEAH, BUT HOW... OH, I SEE.

YOU'VE BEEN TO
COEURVILLE, HAVEN'T YOU?

YES!

AND YOU KNOW... WHAT?

YOUR NAME.

THAT'S ALL?

THAT'S ALL.

IN THAT CASE, YOU BETTER
HAVE SOME OF THAT DRINK.

EXACTLY EIGHT DAYS AGO, YOU
WERE BORN HERE IN THIS HOUSE.

WHAT?!

I MADE THE DELIVERY MYSELF.

YOU'RE DRUNK!

A LITTLE BIT... BUT
NOT DRUNK ENOUGH.

WILL YOU JOIN ME?

I GUARANTEE NO HANGOVER.

WASN'T THAT THOUGHTFUL OF ME?

LOOK, I'M IN NO MOOD
FOR JOKES, MISTER.

WELL, THAT'S A PITY,

BECAUSE THIS WHOLE
THING IS A JOKE.

YEAH, WELL, I'M NOT LAUGHING.

YOU WILL, BECAUSE
THE JOKE'S ON ME.

WOULD YOU GET TO THE POINT?

WELL, YOU'VE BEEN TO COEURVILLE.

YOU KNOW THAT ALAN
TALBOT NEVER LIVED THERE.

YOU KNOW YOU'VE BEEN
BEHAVING ODDLY OF LATE.

JUDGING FROM THAT
HANDKERCHIEF ON YOUR ARM,

I'D SAY YOU KNOW
ABOUT THAT, TOO.

SO, WITH ALL THIS INFORMATION,

WHAT DO I NEED TO TELL YOU?

WHO AM I?!

YOU'RE NOBODY,
ALAN, NOBODY AT ALL.

STOP IT, WALTER!

WELL, WHO IS THIS WATCH
I'M WEARING? ASK ME THAT!

WHO IS THE REFRIGERATOR
IN THE KITCHEN?

DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?

NO.

YOU'RE A MACHINE, ALAN,
A MECHANICAL DEVICE.

I DON'T BELIEVE IT!

I DON'T BLAME YOU. I
WOULDN'T BELIEVE IT, EITHER.

BUT IT'S TRUE.

THE FACT IS, YOU WERE BORN A
LONG TIME AGO, INSIDE MY HEAD.

ALL KIDS HAVE
DREAMS, DON'T THEY?

WELL, YOU WERE MINE.

THE OTHERS THOUGHT

ABOUT JOINING THE
ARMY OR FLYING TO MARS.

THEY FINALLY GREW UP AND
THEY FORGOT THEIR DREAMS.

I DIDN'T.

I THOUGHT ABOUT ONE THING AND
LONGED FOR ONE THING ALWAYS.

JUST ONE.

A PERFECT ARTIFICIAL MAN.

NOT A ROBOT...

A DUPLICATE OF A HUMAN BEING.

WELL, IT WAS HARMLESS.

NOT EVEN VERY
IMAGINATIVE FOR A CHILD.

BUT THEN I BECAME AN ADULT.

ONLY SOMEWHERE ALONG THE
LINE, I FORGOT TO GROW UP...

LIKE MOST GENIUSES.

I KEPT MY DREAM.

I CREATED YOU, ALAN.

IS THAT STRAIGHT ENOUGH FOR YOU?

YOU'RE NOT ONLY
DRUNK, YOU'RE CRAZY!

HOW WOULD YOU EXPLAIN THAT?

WHY, IT'S AN ARTIFICIAL
ARM. I DON'T KNOW!

YOU EXPECT ME TO
BELIEVE I'M A MACHINE

WHEN I KNOW I'M NOT?

THAT'S RIDICULOUS!

I EAT, I DRINK, I SLEEP!

DIDN'T I TELL YOU I WANTED
A PERFECT CREATION?

ALAN...

ALAN, I WANT YOU
TO COME WITH ME.

WHERE?

WELL, LET'S CALL IT
THE, UH, DELIVERY ROOM.

DON'T YOU WANT TO SEE
WHERE YOU WERE BORN?

YOUR BIRTHPLACE.

COME ON.

( pulsating noise)

( electronic whirring)

TURN IT OFF!

OVER HERE, ALAN.

YOUR BROTHERS.

ALAN TALBOT I...

ALAN TALBOT II.

FACTORY REJECTS.

ANY QUESTIONS?

WHERE DID YOU GET
THE MONEY FOR ALL THIS?

I TOLD YOU, I'M A GENIUS!

WHEN I FOUND OUT

HOW MUCH I'D NEED FOR MY WORK,

I DEVELOPED AN
IMPROVED CALCULATOR.

TRY ELECTRONICS TURNS
OUT 3,000 OR 4,000 A YEAR.

I GET THE ROYALTIES.

THE MONEY WAS THE LEAST OF IT.

THE FAILURES, THOUGH,
THEY WERE BAD.

I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW
MANY TIMES I'VE FAILED

AND HAD TO START OVER AGAIN.

YOU DID THIS ALL BY YOURSELF?

NO, THAT WOULDN'T
HAVE BEEN POSSIBLE.

I'M AFRAID THE DAY OF THE
LONE INVENTOR HAS PASSED.

I HAD SOME OF THE
BEST SCIENTIFIC MINDS

IN THE WORLD ASSISTING ME.

BUT, OF COURSE,

THEY DIDN'T TAKE THE
PROJECT SERIOUSLY.

TO THEM, IT WAS JUST A GAME...

A LOT OF THEORETICAL
WOOL-GATHERING.

HOW WOULD IT BE POSSIBLE

TO CREATE AN ENTIRE
NERVOUS SYSTEM

THAT WORKED LIKE A REAL ONE?

HOW COULD THE
BRAIN BE DUPLICATED

WITH ALL ITS SUBTLETIES?

YOU SEE, I WAS AFTER
REAL INTELLIGENCE.

MERE REACTIONS WEREN'T ENOUGH.

THOSE MANNEQUINS CAN REACT.

MY CREATION HAD
TO HAVE A MEMORY.

HE HAD TO HAVE ABSTRACT
REASONING POWER,

A PAST, A PERSONALITY.

MILLIONS OF INTRICATE FACETS

MULTIPLIED BY MILLIONS

TO MAKE TRUE INTELLIGENCE.

NOW...

TO ACCOMPLISH THIS
FROM THE BEGINNING

WOULD HAVE BEEN IMPOSSIBLE.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT
YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU
DECIDED TO USE YOURSELF?

JUST THAT.

IN CERTAIN OF YOUR CELLS, I
MADE CERTAIN IMPRESSIONS.

MY OWN MEMORIES
WENT INTO THE CELLS.

SOME OF MY TALENTS,
SOME OF MY KNOWLEDGE...

BITS AND PIECES OF MYSELF.

SO NOW YOU'RE
TELLING ME THAT I'M YOU?

THAT'S RIGHT.

WELL, THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE.
I'M ME! THIS IS MY FLESH!

NONCONDUCTIVE PLASTIC.

I ADMIT, IT FEELS LIKE FLESH...
BUT THEN, THAT WAS THE IDEA.

YOU SEE, I CUSHIONED
THE MECHANICAL PARTS

WITH A FOAM LAYER, AND
THEN I WORKED OUT A...

BUT THAT'S NOT WHAT
YOU WANT TO HEAR, IS IT?

YOU LIVED IN COEURVILLE?

YES.

FOR YOUR PAST, I GAVE YOU
MY MEMORIES OF THE TOWN.

SOME OF THEM MUST HAVE BEEN
INACCURATE AND INCOMPLETE.

I LEFT COEURVILLE 20 YEARS AGO.

GOING THERE MUST HAVE
BEEN QUITE AN EXPERIENCE.

YEAH, IT WAS.

WHAT ABOUT THE UNIVERSITY?

FICTITIOUS. I HAD
TO GIVE YOU A JOB.

WELL, AUNT MILDRED!

ALL THE OLD LADIES I'VE
EVER KNOWN ROLLED INTO ONE.

AFTER MY PARENTS
DIED, I LIVED ALONE.

THE REPUTATION AS A DON JUAN
IS, I REGRET TO SAY, IMAGINARY.

WELL, THAT'S ABOUT IT, ALAN.

THE REST YOU CAN FILL IN,
UP TO LAST WEEK, ANYWAY.

WHAT ABOUT LAST WEEK?

I WISH I KNEW.
SOMETHING WENT WRONG.

I COULDN'T UNDERSTAND.

YOU SUDDENLY ATTACKED
ME WITH A PAIR OF SCISSORS

AND THEN RAN AWAY.

AS YOU KNOW, I'VE BEEN
UNABLE TO FIND YOU SINCE.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?

I'M NOT SURE.

WHATEVER IT IS, IT'S
WRONG WITH ME, TOO.

WE'RE ALL POTENTIAL
MURDERERS, ALAN, ALL OF US.

BUT IF WE'RE NORMAL, WE'RE
PROTECTED BY OUR INHIBITIONS.

YOU'VE WANTED TO KILL?

OF COURSE. EVERYBODY HAS.

BUT MY OWN INHIBITIONS HAVE
HELD MY IMPULSES IN CHECK.

I COULDN'T KILL, NO MATTER
HOW MUCH I MIGHT WANT TO.

SO WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?

WITH YOU, SOMETHING WENT WRONG.

TO PUT IT EVEN CLEARER,
ALAN, YOU'RE INSANE.

CAN I BE TREATED?

REPAIRED, YOU MEAN?

I DON'T KNOW.

WHY NOT?

WELL, AS MUCH AS
I HATE TO ADMIT IT,

LUCK HAD A GREAT DEAL
TO DO WITH YOUR CREATION.

SKILL ALONE WASN'T ENOUGH.

YOU SAYING I'M AN ACCIDENT?

I'M AFRAID SO.

YOU SEE, ALAN, I WAS LIKE A
BLIND MAN WITH A MACHINE GUN.

I KEPT FIRING AND
RELOADING AND FIRING,

AND FINALLY I HIT THE TARGET,
BUT IT WAS OFF-CENTER.

I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I
COULD COME CLOSE AGAIN.

THAT'S THE STORY OF MY LIFE,

RIGHT DOWN THE LINE.

SUCCESS IN THE LITTLE THINGS.

FAILURE IN THE BIG ONES.

I TOLD MYSELF I WANTED TO MAKE

AN ARTIFICIAL MAN, BUT I THINK

WHAT I REALLY
WANTED WAS TO BUILD

ANOTHER WALTER RYDER...

ONLY WITHOUT THE DRAWBACKS.

SORT OF A REVERSE
JEKYLL AND HYDE.

EVERYTHING I WISHED I
WAS, MY CREATION WOULD BE.

WHERE I WAS SHY, HE
WOULD BE AGGRESSIVE.

WHERE I WAS COLD AND WITHDRAWN,
HE WOULD BE WARM AND OUTGOING.

LONELINESS WOULD
BE UNKNOWN TO HIM.

DISEASE AND PAIN AND
DEATH... ALL UNKNOWN.

HE WOULD BE UNSELFISH.

HE WOULD BE AMBITIOUS
BUT NOT FANATICAL.

AND, OH, ALAN, HE
WOULD BE PERFECT!

THAT WAS MY DREAM:

A PERFECT VERSION OF MYSELF.

I OUGHT TO KILL YOU.

THAT'S RIGHT. YOU SHOULD.

THERE'S SOMEBODY
ELSE, WALTER... A GIRL.

WE WERE GOING TO
BE MARRIED NEXT WEEK.

IS SHE PRETTY?

PRETTY, INTELLIGENT...
AND LONELY...

SOMETHING YOU OUGHT
TO BE ABLE TO UNDERSTAND.

I'M SORRY, ALAN.

WELL, THAT'S A
GREAT CONSOLATION.

YOU SURE YOU CAN'T FIX ME?

EVEN IF I COULD, IT WOULDN'T
SOLVE YOUR PROBLEMS.

THE GIRL WOULD
FIND OUT EVENTUALLY.

HOW?

WELL, FOR ONE THING, SHE WOULD
GROW OLD AND YOU WOULDN'T.

FOR ANOTHER, BEING A MACHINE,

YOU WOULD SUFFER A
BREAKDOWN SOMEDAY.

ALL OF THESE THINGS
NEVER OCCURRED TO YOU?

I GUESS I DIDN'T REALLY THINK
I'D SUCCEED AS WELL AS I DID.

WHAT DOES IT MATTER ANYWAY?

THERE'S NOTHING
THAT CAN BE DONE.

YES, THERE IS.

YOU'RE GOING TO CREATE
ANOTHER ALAN TALBOT.

NO, I JUST TOLD YOU!

YOU HEARD ME...
ANOTHER ALAN TALBOT!

ONLY THIS ONE'S
GOING TO BE RIGHT.

AND HE'S GOING TO WALK
OUT OF HERE TONIGHT,

AND HE'S GOING TO
MARRY A GIRL NAMED JESS,

AND FOR THE FIRST TIME
IN HIS MISERABLE LIFE,

HE'S GOING TO BE HAPPY.

WELL, I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

YOU GIVE ME A PENCIL.

NOW, THIS IS HER
NAME... AND ADDRESS.

SHE SAID SHE WOULD MEET ME

AT 9:30 IN THE MORNING,

BUT SHE'LL BE HOME NOW.

( static crackling)

( electronic whirring)

WHAT'S THE MATTER,
ALAN? WHAT IS IT?

( electronic whirring)

NOW, YOU TAKE IT.

TAKE IT AND GET OUT... NOW.

AND HURRY!

( whirring continues)

ALAN... ALAN?

( Alan screams)

( doorbell buzzing)

JUST A MINUTE.

WHO IS IT?

I'M SORRY TO BOTHER YOU, MA'AM,

BUT, UH, SEE, LIKE, I BELONG

TO THE JUNIOR
WOODCHUCKS, AND, UH...

COME IN, ALAN.

WHY ARE YOU LOOKING
AT ME LIKE THAT?

I DON'T KNOW.

I'VE BEEN SO WORRIED.

AFTER YESTERDAY, I DIDN'T...

FORGET YESTERDAY.

WHATEVER HAPPENED, FORGET THAT.

OH, BUT, ALAN... PLEASE?

WE JUST HAD A ROTTEN
NIGHTMARE, THAT'S ALL.

NOW WE'RE AWAKE, AND
EVERYTHING'S GOING TO BE FINE.

WILL YOU TRY TO BELIEVE THAT?

DO YOU?

YES.

OKAY.

THEN SO DO I.

IF YOU PROMISE TO TELL
ME ABOUT IT SOMEDAY.

I PROMISE, SOMEDAY.

NOW, WILL YOU FIX
ME A CUP OF COFFEE?

SURE.

WOULD YOU LIKE SOMETHING TO EAT?

HOW ABOUT A COUPLE OF MOTHER
CONNELLY'S HAND-FRIED EGGS?

THEY'RE GUARANTEED

TO MAKE A NEW MAN OUT OF YOU.

THANK YOU.

IN A WAY IT CAN BE SAID

THAT WALTER RYDER
SUCCEEDED IN HIS LIFE'S AMBITION,

EVEN THOUGH THE MAN HE
CREATED WAS, AFTER ALL, HIMSELF.

THERE MAY BE EASIER
WAYS TO SELF-IMPROVEMENT,

BUT SOMETIMES IT HAPPENS
THAT THE SHORTEST DISTANCE

BETWEEN TWO POINTS
IS A CROOKED LINE

THROUGH THE TWILIGHT ZONE.

THE INGREDIENTS:

AN AMERICAN DESTROYER,
THE PACIFIC OCEAN,

AND A GHOSTLY SOUND OF
HAMMERING FROM 30 FATHOMS BELOW.

THEY ADD UP TO A STRANGE TALE
OF THE BIZARRE AND NIGHTMARISH.

MIKE KELLIN AND
SIMON OAKLAND STAR

IN A VERY DIFFERENT
KIND OF TWILIGHT ZONE

WHICH WE CALL "THE
THIRTY FATHOM GRAVE.

( hollow tapping)

( tapping continues)

AIN'T THAT A KICK IN THE HEAD.

WHAT DO YOU SUPPOSE IT IS?

GHOSTS, MAN, GHOSTS.

HERE IT IS, 7-1-4.

"COMMISSIONED DECEMBER, 1941.

"SUNK IN ACTION

"FIRST BATTLE OF THE SOLOMONS,

AUGUST 7, 1942."

WELL, THAT WAS 20 YEARS AGO.

CAPTAIN BEECHAM,
WHO'S DOWN THERE?

WHO'S INSIDE THAT SUB?