The Twilight Zone (1959–1964): Season 5, Episode 25 - The Masks - full transcript

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.

OH, JEFFREY, PUT
THOSE IN THE STUDY.

ALL RIGHT.

CROWDED DOWNTOWN?

THE GREATEST MARDI GRAS EVER.



LEAST THAT'S WHAT
THEY'RE SAYING.

HOW IS HE?

NOT GOOD, NOT GOOD AT ALL.

DOCTOR'S WITH HIM NOW,

BUT HE WANTS TO BE ADVISED
WHEN THE RELATIVES ARRIVE.

THOSE RELATIVES OF HIS.

I'M QUITE SURE THEY'LL
MAKE THEMSELVES KNOWN.

WELL, SAWBONES?

WELL, IT'S TOO FAST,

IT'S TOO WEAK, AND
IT'S TOO UNEVEN.

WHERE WERE YOU

WHEN THEY TAUGHT BEDSIDE
MANNER AT MEDICAL SCHOOL?

TRYING OUT FOR SOCCER?

JASON, I HAVE BEEN YOUR
PHYSICIAN FOR 25 YEARS,



AND THE FIRST TIME I
TREATED YOU FOR A HEAD COLD

AND I ALLOWED MYSELF
ONE COMPASSIONATE CLUCK,

YOU THREW A LAMP AT ME.

THAT ESTABLISHED THE
PATTERN THEN AND THERE.

I HAVE PUT UP WITH
YOUR INEPT MINISTRATIONS

ALL THESE YEARS

BECAUSE YOUR CANDOR IS
A REFRESHING DEPARTURE

FROM THE MODERN MEDICAL NORM.

I ASK YOU A STRAIGHT,
SIMPLE QUESTION,

I GET A STRAIGHT,
SIMPLE RESPONSE.

SAM... YES, JASON, WHAT IS IT?

THE OFT-ASKED QUESTION OF
THE CONDEMNED MAN: HOW LONG?

OH, JASON, YOU
CAN'T EXACTLY SAY...

TELL ME, SAM, DO I HAVE A WEEK?

DO I HAVE A DAY AND A HALF?

OR IS THERE NO NEED TO
WIND MY WATCH TO COVER

THE POSSIBILITIES OF
THE NEXT FOUR HOURS?

JASON... MY GUESS IS

YOU CAN MEASURE
YOUR LIFE IN MOMENTS.

IT CAN COME AT ANY TIME NOW.

BUT THAT FACT YOU'RE STILL HERE

IS A TRIBUTE TO...
TO INNER STRENGTH

MOST OF US DON'T EVEN POSSESS.

NONSENSE. IT'S ATTRIBUTABLE
TO A CROSS-GRAINED ORNERINESS.

AND THE FACT THAT THERE ARE
ONE OR TWO THINGS LEFT TO DO

BEFORE I LEAVE THIS EARTH.

THAT'S WHY I MUST STAY
ALIVE AT LEAST UNTIL MIDNIGHT.

ALL RIGHT, JASON, ALL RIGHT.

DOCTOR?

YES?

I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW.

YES, JASON, I
BELIEVE YOU WILL...

GOD WILLING.

MR. JASON FOSTER,
A TIRED ANCIENT

WHO ON THIS PARTICULAR
MARDI GRAS EVENING

WILL LEAVE THE EARTH.

BUT BEFORE DEPARTING,
HE HAS SOME THINGS TO DO,

SOME SERVICES TO
PERFORM, SOME DEBTS TO PAY

AND SOME JUSTICE TO METE OUT.

THIS IS NEW ORLEANS,
MARDI GRAS TIME.

IT IS ALSO THE TWILIGHT ZONE.

Woman: OH, WHAT A GHASTLY TRIP.

I'M ABSOLUTELY EXHAUSTED!

HERE, TAKE THIS, JEFFREY.

AND THESE, TOO.

Jeffrey: YES, SIR.

JEFFREY, ARE OUR ROOMS READY?

YES, MA'AM, ALL PREPARED.

OH, FINE. THANK YOU.

GOOD AFTERNOON.

DR. THORN!

HOW NICE TO SEE YOU!

WELL, EMILY, HOW ARE YOU?

OH... I'M BEARING UP, DOCTOR,

UNDER THE CIRCUMSTANCES.

YOU REMEMBER MY
HUSBAND, WILFRED?

OH, YES.

HELLO, DOCTOR. WE
MET SOME TIME AGO.

AND THIS IS MY SON, WILFRED JR.

HI.

AND MY DAUGHTER, PAULA.

HELLO.

YOUR FATHER HAS BEEN
EXPECTING YOU, EMILY.

I'M AWFULLY GLAD
YOU CAN BE HERE.

OH, THAT SILLY MARDI GRAS.

OH, REALLY, THE TRAFFIC
WAS JUST UNSPEAKABLE.

ALL THE SHOUTING,
SCREAMING, RUDE PEOPLE.

IT'S A WONDER FATHER'S CHAUFFEUR

WAS EVER ABLE
TO GET US... EMILY...

YOUR FATHER IS EXTREMELY ILL.

IN MY OPINION,

IT IS ONLY A MATTER
OF DAYS, EVEN HOURS.

OH, HOW PERFECTLY AWFUL.

BUT, OF COURSE, WE'VE
BEEN EXPECTING IT.

HAVEN'T WE?

OH, INCIDENTALLY,
DOCTOR, I'VE BEEN GETTING

THESE ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE
MUSCLE SPASMS IN MY ARM.

SOMETIMES THEY'RE
JUST UNBEARABLE.

PERHAPS YOU MIGHT
PRESCRIBE SOMETHING...

EMILY... I'M SORRY, BUT I HAVE

OTHER PATIENTS TO VISIT TODAY.

OH, YES, OF COURSE.

IF YOU'LL ALL EXCUSE ME.

Wilfred: OH, DOCTOR?

YES?

I'LL SEE YOU TO THE DOOR.

YOU TWO TAKE YOUR
MOTHER UPSTAIRS.

TELL ME, UH...

THE OLD BOY'S IN BAD SHAPE, HUH?

"THE OLD BOY" IS DYING.

GOOD AFTERNOON.

WELL, FATHER.

Emily: FATHER.

OH! FATHER, YOU'RE AWAKE.

HOW ARE YOU, EMILY?

OH... I'M BEARING UP.

BEARING UP?

YOU SOUND LIKE JOB
ITEMIZING HIS CALAMITIES.

WHAT'S YOUR ILLNESS
THIS MONTH, EMILY?

IT DOESN'T MATTER, FATHER.
I'LL MUDDLE THROUGH.

YOU ARE THE FOUR MOST
CHANGELESS PEOPLE ON THIS EARTH.

I DON'T LIKE BEING ILL, FATHER,
IF THAT'S WHAT YOU MEAN.

DON'T YOU?

WELL, I FIND THAT
HARD TO BELIEVE...

CONSIDERING IN
THE PAST 25 YEARS,

YOU'VE BEEN AT
DEATH'S DOOR SO OFTEN,

IT'S A WONDER YOU HAVEN'T
WORN A HOLE IN THE MAT.

WELL!

FATHER!

AND WILFRED...

HOW'S BUSINESS?

OH, MAKING A LITTLE,
LOSING A LITTLE, FATHER,

BUT I MANAGE TO KEEP
MY HEAD ABOVE WATER.

YOU KNOW, WILFRED, I
THINK THE ONLY BOOK

YOU EVER READ WAS A LEDGER.

I THINK IF SOMEONE CUT YOU OPEN,
THEY WOULD FIND A CASH REGISTER.

OH, REALLY, FATHER?

REALLY.

AND YOU, PAULA.

DELIGHTED TO SEE
YOU, GRANDFATHER.

NOW, THAT'S FRIENDLY
OF YOU TO TELL ME THAT...

CONSIDERING THAT YOU
HAVEN'T SEEN ME YET.

ALL YOU'VE SEEN IS
YOUR MIRROR IMAGE.

OH, GRANDFATHER,
YOU'RE VERY NAUGHTY,

REALLY, YOU ARE.

WE'VE HAD THE MOST
MISERABLE, LONG TRIP,

AND MOTHER HASN'T STOPPED
COMPLAINING ONE INSTANT.

WELL!

DO YOU HEAR THAT, FATHER?

THE YOUNGER GENERATION.

"HE JESTS AT SCARS THAT
NEVER FELT A WOUND."

Jason: OH, EMILY, MY DEAR.

I BELIEVE THAT MY TROUBLE
IS HARDENING OF THE ARTERIES

IN A VERY SICK HEART.

BUT IF YOU DON'T STOP
PLAYING SARAH BERNHARDT,

I THINK I SHALL SUCCUMB

TO AN INTESTINAL DISORDER.

AND... THERE'S WILFRED JR.,

LOOKING AS AWARE AS EVER.

WILFRED, DEAR,

TELL GRANDFATHER
HOW NICE IT IS TO SEE HIM.

IT'S NICE TO SEE YOU
AGAIN, GRANDFATHER.

IT WAS VERY NICE AND GRACIOUS
OF YOU ALL TO COME SEE ME.

WHY, FATHER DEAR, WILD HORSES

COULDN'T HAVE KEPT US
AWAY, EVEN MY OWN AGONY.

OH, I HOPE YOU SURVIVE, EMILY.

NOW, I'VE PLANNED
THAT YOU ALL HAVE

AN EXCELLENT
DINNER THIS EVENING,

AND THEN WE'RE GOING
TO HAVE A SURPRISE.

OH, GRANDFATHER,
IT'S MARDI GRAS,

AND I WAS RATHER HOPING
YOU'D KNOW OF SOME...

NICE YOUNG MAN.

BUT WE'RE GOING TO
HAVE A PARTY HERE, PAULA.

WE'RE GOING TO HAVE
A MARVELOUS TIME.

AND I'VE ARRANGED
FOR ALL OF US TO...

TO WEAR MASKS.

WHAT?

MASKS?

HOW DROLL, FATHER.

MASKS!

I SWEAR, YOU PEOPLE
DON'T JUST CELEBRATE

THE MARDI GRAS,
YOU SUCCUMB TO IT.

MASKS, INDEED.

THAT MIGHT BE FUN.

OH, IT SHALL BE, JUNIOR, MY BOY.

IT SHALL BE.

OH, PERHAPS NOT THE SAME DEGREE

OF EXCITEMENT THAT YOU GET

FROM TORTURING SMALL ANIMALS

AS I'VE SEEN YOU DO IN THE PAST.

LAY OFF, GRANDFATHER.

BESIDES, THAT WAS
A LONG TIME AGO.

WILFRED'S GETTING
ALONG VERY WELL

IN SCHOOL NOW, FATHER.

HE MADE THE FOOTBALL TEAM.

CHIP OFF THE OLD
BLOCK, RIGHT, SON?

CHIP OFF THE OLD
BLOCK, GRANDFATHER.

OH, I'M SURE OF IT.

NOW, WHY DON'T YOU ALL GO

AND PREPARE FOR DINNER?

WE'RE GOING TO HAVE

A VERY INTERESTING EVENING.

AS A MATTER OF FACT,
I'LL GUARANTEE IT.

ANYTHING YOU SAY, FATHER.

COME ALONG, DARLINGS.

EXCUSE ME, SIR.

YOUR MILK, MR. FOSTER.

OH, THANK YOU, JEFFREY.

ANYTHING ELSE I CAN DO FOR YOU?

YES. YOU MAY GET THE MASKS

AND PUT THEM IN THE
STUDY, IF YOU WILL.

YES, SIR.

OH, REALLY.

I THINK THIS WHOLE
THING IS TOO RIDICULOUS.

IT'S THE MOST EXCITING
NIGHT OF THE WHOLE YEAR,

AND WE... WE SIT HERE
IN THIS... THIS MAUSOLEUM.

THE WHOLE CITY OF
NEW ORLEANS IS DANCING,

AND WHAT DO WE DO?

WE HAVE A DEATH WATCH
FOR A CRAZY OLD MAN.

DID YOU HAVE A SWINGING
TIME IN NEW ORLEANS, BABY?

OH, INDEED.

WE WORE FUNNY MASKS

AND ALL SAT AROUND AND
LOOKED AT EACH OTHER.

OH, I'M SO BORED.

AH, THAT'LL BE ALL, JEFFREY.

THANK YOU.

YES, SIR.

WELL, TELL ME, MY LOVED ONES,

DID YOU HAVE A
SATISFACTORY DINNER?

OH, YES, YES, YES,
WE DID, FATHER.

SUMPTUOUS, FATHER.
REALLY EXCELLENT.

DO YOU THINK IT WISE
TO BE UP LIKE THIS?

WISE?

NO, NO, BUT
NECESSARY, ASSUREDLY.

TELL ME, HAVE YOU
EXAMINED YOUR MASKS?

OUR MASKS?

THEY'RE-THEY'RE,
UH, UNIQUE, FATHER.

THEY ARE VERY UNIQUE.

YOU KNOW, THEY ARE
MADE BY AN OLD CAJUN.

"MADE" IS INACCURATE.

THEY ARE CREATED.

I AM TOLD THAT IN ADDITION
TO THEIR ARTISTIC VALUE,

THEY HAVE CERTAIN, UH...

CERTAIN PROPERTIES.

THEY'RE WORN ONLY
DURING THE MARDI GRAS,

AND THERE'S A RITUAL
TO THE WEARING.

ONE TRIES TO SELECT A
MASK THAT IS THE ANTITHESIS

OF WHAT THE WEARER IS.

OH, SURE.

WELL, THAT'S, UH,
VERY INTERESTING.

UM, VERY INTERESTING.

YES, IT IS.

NOW, SHALL WE SELECT OUR MASKS?

TELL ME, WILFRED,

HOW DO YOU FANCY YOURSELF?

OH, UH, I DON'T
UNDERSTAND, FATHER.

OH, COME NOW, BE CANDID.

WHEN YOU SHAVE IN THE MORNING,

WHAT LOOKS BACK AT
YOU FROM THE MIRROR?

REALLY, FATHER,

I THINK WE'RE A LITTLE
OLD FOR PARLOR GAMES...

LET ME BE THE JUDGE OF THAT.

NOW, I WANT AN HONEST
SELF-ASSESSMENT.

YOU'RE SERIOUS, AREN'T YOU?

I WAS NEVER MORE SERIOUS.

WELL, I'M AN AFFABLE MAN.

I'VE ALWAYS BEEN AN AFFABLE MAN.

OH, YOU'RE AN AFFABLE MAN.

WELL, THEN, YOU'RE,
UH, FRIENDLY?

YOU'RE OUTGOING?
YOU'RE, UH, EXTROVERTISH?

I THINK SO.

YES, THEN, ALONG
WITH THIS AFFABILITY,

YOU HAVE A CERTAIN RAPPORT
WITH YOUR FELLOW MAN.

UH, YES, INDEED.

UH-HUH. NOW, THE
OPPOSITE OF ALL THIS...

AMIABILITY WOULD BE,
UH... THIS FACE HERE.

LOOK AT IT.

CHARMING.

WEAR IT!

LIVE WITH IT A WHILE, WILFRED.

IT HAS GREAT SUBTLETY, WILFRED.

THERE'S GREED,
AVARICE, CRUELTY...

ALL OF THE CHARACTER
TRAITS THAT YOU DON'T HAVE.

AH, AND MY DEAR, BRAVE EMILY.

I'M REALLY NOT UP
TO THIS, FATHER.

OF COURSE YOU ARE, MY
DEAR. YOU'RE UP TO ANYTHING.

YOUR COURAGE DICTATES

THIS BRIEF PERIOD OF SACRIFICE.

NOW... LOOK AT
THIS FACE, MY DEAR.

THE FACE OF A
SELF-CENTERED COWARD,

A GUTLESS FLAB...

IN CONTRAST TO
YOUR INTREPID VALOR.

HERE, EMILY.

AND THE ONE WHO WALKS
IN BEAUTY LIKE THE NIGHT.

FRANKLY, GRANDFATHER, I
THINK THIS WHOLE THING IS A BORE.

OH, BUT, PAULA,
LOOK AT THAT BEAUTY,

THAT INSOLENT HAUTEUR,

THAT SKIN-DEEP VANITY.

IT HAS NONE OF YOUR HEART,

NONE OF YOUR SELFLESSNESS.

WEAR IT, PAULA, JUST
FOR A FEW HOURS.

AND THE TIMID, GENTLE
WILFRED JR. OVER THERE.

AH, COME ON, GRANDFATHER.

NOW, THIS WOULD BE YOUR
MASK, WILFRED, MY BOY.

IT'S A FACE OF A
DULL, STUPID CLOWN...

IN CONTRAST TO YOUR
GENTLE REFINEMENT, YOUR...

COURTEOUS CIVILITY.

HERE.

UH... WHAT ABOUT
YOUR MASK, FATHER?

OH, THIS IS MINE.

THE FACE OF DEATH, BECAUSE
I'M ALIVE, UNDERSTAND?

I SHALL WEAR THE THING

STALKING ME AT THIS MOMENT.

FATHER, YOU DON'T MEAN...

WE HAVE TO WEAR
THESE UGLY THINGS?

ONLY FOR A FEW HOURS.

ONLY TILL THE
UNMASKING AT MIDNIGHT.

WELL, I WON'T WEAR MINE.

ME NEITHER. IT'S STUPID.

WELL, FATHER,

IT SEEMS WE'RE
SOMEWHAT AT ODDS HERE.

NOT REALLY, WILFRED.

YOU ALL CAME HERE
FOR ONE PURPOSE:

TO WATCH ME GO AND
CRY "BON VOYAGE."

TO PUT COINS ON MY CLOSED EYES

AND WITH YOUR FREE HANDS,

START GRABBING
THINGS FROM MY SHELVES.

FATHER, THAT'S CRUEL.

THAT'S TRUTH!

YOU CAME TO REAP
EVERYTHING I'VE SOWN,

TO COLLECT
EVERYTHING I'VE BUILT.

WELL, I SHALL NOT
DISAPPOINT YOU.

EVERYTHING IS YOURS.

EVERYTHING IS PREPARED.

THE WILL IS MADE.

THE FOUR OF YOU
INHERIT EVERYTHING I OWN.

EVERYTHING.

MONEY, HOUSE, PROPERTY HOLDINGS,
STOCKS, BONDS... EVERYTHING.

FATHER, YOU'RE
BREAKING OUR HEARTS.

THAT'S THE MOST TOUCHING
THING YOU EVER DREDGED UP

BY WAY OF CONVERSATION, WILFRED.

BUT I MUST INCLUDE
THIS ADDENDUM,

THIS SMALL PROVISO.

YOU SHALL WEAR YOUR
MASKS UNTIL MIDNIGHT.

IF ANY ONE OF YOU
SHOULD TAKE THEM OFF,

FROM MY ESTATE, YOU
SHALL EACH RECEIVE

TRAIN FARE BACK TO
BOSTON, AND THAT'S IT!

WELL, WE WON'T BE SPOILSPORTS.

IF THIS IS YOUR PLEASURE,
FATHER, WE'LL INDULGE YOU.

AND NOW, MY DEAR ONES,
WE WILL WAIT UNTIL MIDNIGHT.

OH... OH, THIS IS HORRIBLE.

OH, THIS IS HORRIBLE, FATHER.

I'M SUFFOCATING.

I REALLY AM SUFFOCATING!

I'VE HAD DULL TIMES
BEFORE, GRANDFATHER,

BUT THIS IS THE WORST.

THIS TAKES IT.

I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THE
REST OF YOU, BUT I'VE HAD IT.

I CAN'T STAND THIS THING
ON MY FACE ANOTHER MINUTE!

I'M TAKING IT OFF!

I DON'T CARE!

STOP IT! YOU STOP IT!

I DON'T BLAME HER.

I DON'T BLAME HER A BIT!

THIS IS CRUEL, FATHER.

I HAVE TO AGREE, FATHER.

REALLY, THIS HAS
GONE FAR ENOUGH.

WE'VE BEEN HERE FOR HOURS

STARING AT THESE
GROTESQUE MASKS.

I THINK THERE IS A LIMIT.

PLEASE, FATHER,

PLEASE LET US TAKE THEM OFF NOW.

HAVE YOU ALL HAD YOUR SAY?

PAULA?

WILFRED JR.?

YOU, EMILY?

AND THAT CAPTAIN OF INDUSTRY

YOU'RE MARRIED TO?

IS THERE NOTHING ELSE
YOU HAVE TO SAY TO ME?

ONLY THAT I'M-I'M
FEELING BURIED ALIVE.

ME, TOO! I THINK YOU'RE
OUT OF YOUR MIND.

COME ON, LET US TAKE THEM OFF!

FATHER, I APPEAL TO YOU.

IT'S MORE THAN JUST DISCOMFORT.

IT'S BECOMING UNBEARABLE.

WHAT IS IT, FATHER?

IT'S, UH, WHAT YOU'VE
ALL BEEN WAITING FOR,

I BELIEVE, WILFRED.

NOW YOU CAN DIG
DEEP IN THE TREASURY.

ARE YOU FEELING WEAKER, FATHER?

AT LAST, A NOTE OF HOPE
IN YOUR VOICE, EMILY.

WHY MUST YOU ALWAYS SAY

MISERABLE, CRUEL THINGS TO ME?!

I QUITE AGREE, FATHER.

WHY, INDEED, EMILY.

BECAUSE YOU'RE CRUEL
AND MISERABLE PEOPLE.

BECAUSE NONE OF
YOU RESPOND TO LOVE.

EMILY RESPONDS ONLY TO WHAT
HER PETTY HUNGERS DICTATE.

WILFRED RESPONDS ONLY TO THINGS

THAT HAVE WEIGHT
AND BULK AND VALUE.

HE FEELS BOOKS; HE
DOESN'T READ THEM.

HE APPRAISES PAINTINGS;

HE DOESN'T SEEK OUT THEIR
TRUTH OR THEIR BEAUTY.

AND PAULA THERE
LIVES IN A MIRROR.

THE WORLD IS NOTHING TO HER

BUT A REFLECTION OF HERSELF.

AND HER BROTHER.

HUMANITY TO HIM
IS A SMALL ANIMAL

CAUGHT IN A TRAP
TO BE TORMENTED.

HIS PLEASURE IS
THE GIVING OF PAIN,

AND FROM THIS, HE FEELS

THE SAME SENSE OF FULFILLMENT

MOST HUMAN BEINGS GET

FROM A KISS OR AN EMBRACE!

YOU'RE CARICATURES!

ALL OF YOU.

WITHOUT YOUR MASKS...
YOU'RE CARICATURES.

AND NOW... YOU'RE ALL VERY RICH.

NOW YOU OWN EVERYTHING
THAT I HAVE OWNED.

YOU KEPT YOUR BARGAIN.
YOU WORE THE MASKS.

ENJOY YOURSELVES, DEAR ONES.

I'VE LIVED A FULL LIFE.

MAY GOD PITY YOU.

HE'S DEAD.

AT LONG LAST, HE'S DEAD.

GOOD.

NOW, LET'S CELEBRATE!

WHA... WHAT'S THE MATTER?

WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU ALL?

OH!

OH...

OH... OH.

I CALLED YOU JUST AS SOON
AS I FOUND OUT, DOCTOR.

THIS MUST BE DEATH.

NO HORROR, NO FEAR.

NOTHING BUT PEACE.

MARDI GRAS INCIDENT.

THE DRAMATIS PERSONAE
BEING FOUR PEOPLE

WHO CAME TO CELEBRATE

AND, IN A SENSE,
LET THEMSELVES GO.

THIS THEY DID WITH A VENGEANCE.

THEY NOW WEAR THE FACES
OF ALL THAT WAS INSIDE THEM,

AND THEY'LL WEAR THEM
FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIVES...

SAID LIVES NOW TO
BE SPENT IN SHADOW.

TONIGHT'S TALE OF MEN,
THE MACABRE AND MASKS

ON THE TWILIGHT ZONE.

AND NOW, MR. SERLING.

NEXT TIME OUT IN
THE TWILIGHT ZONE,

WE DO A PROBE IN DEPTH INTO A
CURRENT CANCER KNOWN AS HATRED

AND WE TELL YOU THE STORY
OF A LITTLE MIDWESTERN VILLAGE

WHICH WAKES UP ON
A VIOLENT MORNING

TO DISCOVER THAT THERE IS
NO MORNING, NO LIGHT, NO SUN.

ONLY A FRIGHTENING
AND PERVADING DARKNESS.

IT STARS MICHAEL
CONSTANTINE AND PAUL FIX,

AND IT'S CALLED, "I AM THE
NIGHT... COLOR ME BLACK."