The Twilight Zone (The Complete Original Series)

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.

Is this the boy from huong hoa?

That's right, sir.

We were caught in ambush.

"Multiple shrapnel, abdomen.

Extensive tissue damage."

Well, we can't touch him here.

We'll have to send him on back.

What are his chances, sir?

Not very good, i'm afraid.

"Phillips, pip."

"Pip." that's an odd name.

Well, private pip, i wish you a long life.

Or, short of that, someone to mourn.

No, please!

Submitted for your approval, one max phillips,

a slightly the-worse-for-wear maker of book

whose life has been as drab and undistinguished

as a bundle of dirty clothes.

And, though it's very late in his day,

he has an errant wish that the rest of his life

might be sent out to a laundry,

to come back shiny and clean,

this to be a gift of love to a son named pip.

Mr. Max phillips, homo sapiens,

who is soon to discover that man is not as wise as he thinks-

said lesson to be learned in the twilight zone.

Yeah.

Whew. It smells like a brewery in here.

Nice, huh?

Nice, no.

Typical, yes.

You got a visitor downstairs.

Some kid.

Did i ever tell you i love you, mrs. Feeney?

Often and endlessly.

Well, i do love you.

You're the queen of women.

Mailman come?

Come and gone.

Anything for me?

Nope.

Nothing... from the kid?

No. Not this time.

But don't worry about him.

He's all right.

You ain't going to do yourself any good.

You know that.

An astute observation, mrs. Feeney.

Oh, i love you and your astute observations.

I mean it.

I really mean it.

I know.

How 'bout it, mrs. Feeney?

It's to laugh, isn't it?

Isn't it to laugh?

Yeah.

Hi, mr. Phillips.

Come on in.

Do you want a cigarette?

I got one.

Got two?

Thank you.

Uh... shady lane lost yesterday.

That's the way of the world, georgy.

The rich get richer and the long shots lose.

So what's to do?

You said he had a good chance.

You told me he ran good on a wet track.

I said that?

Proving how little i know about horses, huh?

What am i going to do?

I bet every nickel i had on him.

It's funny, george.

Can't think of a thing.

Oh. Big joke.

Lots of laughs.

Where'd you get the money?

Where'd it come from?

I got it.

From where?

From... from where i work.

"Where you work."

A white-collar heist, huh?

I borrowed it.

You borrowed it, sure, you borrowed it.

Without their knowing, you borrowed it.

How right am i?

So what's to do, georgy?

I'll go to jail.

I'll make book on that.

Poor georgy porgy, one of the breed-

johnny-come-lately wisdom

grafted onto a second-guesser head.

So i ask again, georgy,

what's to do?

Max phillips is outside.

I haven't seen you in five days.

Seems like years.

Where's everybody?

Everybody's gone.

We settled accounts tonight.

Where were you?

A reasonable question.

I took the wrong bus?

You give me the wrong story now,

you'll wind up under the wheels.

1,341 bucks. Hey! Things are looking up.

It depends on where you're doing the looking.

From where i sit, i don't like the view.

I don't understand you, maxie.

I treat you like a favorite uncle,

and you double-cross me.

Egad, caught.

Kid by the name of george reynold

placed a bet with you-

$300, and the horse doesn't place

and yet, the dough never got to me.

Why, maxie?

I'll bite. Why?

Because you gave it back, that's why.

You welshed on me.

And i had to go out and find the kid

and get my dough back.

I had to rough him up a little bit

'cause he was stubborn.

That was a lot of trouble.

For 300 lousy bucks.

Yeah, an awful lot of trouble.

But you know how it would be, maxie,

if i let this one pass.

It would be the first of a long line.

Inside of three months, i wouldn't have a shirt.

Kid must have been persuasive.

Ask the kid.

He's been asked. Look at his face.

If i don't get that dough back,

i'm going to go to jail.

Don't you understand, mr. Moran?

I'm going to go to jail.

You're tearing me to pieces, kid.

Right in here.

You know what's the matter with you, fella?

You listen to guys like max phillips.

That was mistake one.

Max phillips never gave anything away in his life.

How right am i, maxie?

Very right.

A heel with a robin hood complex,

but thin and short-lived, georgy porgy.

Remember that the next time

somebody tries to hand you something for nothing.

Consider the source.

Yeah.

Who?

He's busy now.

All right, all right.

It's your landlady.

Says there's a telegram for you.

Yeah, mrs. Feeney.

Open it up.

Department of the army?

Well, read it to me.

No.

No...

no, i'm all right, mrs. Feeney.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Pip is dying.

My kid is dying in a...

in a place called south vietnam.

There isn't even supposed to be a war going on there,

but my son is dying.

It's to laugh.

I swear, it's to laugh.

Hey, max, oh, hey, kid, i'm sorry.

My kid used to love amusement parks.

I used to take him on saturday night.

It ain't like the kid's dead already.

What i mean is...

when i wasn't too drunk,

or when i wasn't out conning for you,

i used to take him to the amusement park.

You know something, moran, i think you're wrong.

I think i've given something away.

My kid, pip.

The good part of me.

The clean part.

The part i was proud of.

Georgy, you put this back

where it came from.

Now, maxie, i'm sorry about your kid, but...

no more! No more!