The Twilight Zone

You're traveling through another dimension.

A dimension not only of sight and sound, but of mind.

A journey into a wondrous land of imagination.

Next stop, the Twilight Zone.

This is Africa, 1943.

War spits out its violence overhead,

and the sandy graveyard swallows it up.

Her name is King Nine. B-25 medium bomber, 12th Air Force.

On a hot, still morning, she took off from Tunisia

to bomb the southern tip of Italy.

An errant piece of flak tore a hole in a wing tank.

And like a wounded bird, this is where she landed.

Not to return on this day or any other day.

Oh.

Oh, yeah, I remember now.

At least I remember parts of it.

Wing tank hit and lost fuel all the way over.

Fell behind, went off course and bellied in.

And the crew…

What about the crew?

Hey, did they bail out?

Did I order them to bail out?

No.

No, I didn't.

We all rode it in. All of us.

Me…

Me.

I'm James Embry, captain.

Yeah, yeah, that's who I am.

Uh, Blake, copilot. Kransky, radio operator and wave-scanner.

And Jimenez, navigator. Connors, he was a tail gunner.

Kline, he was the upper turret gunner.

Now, let's see. Who else? Who else?

Blake?

Blake?

Jimenez?

Jimenez?

Blake?

Connors?

Kransky?

Kline?

Jimenez?

Hey! Hey!

All right, now. All right, now.

Piece it together. Piece it together.

That's what I have to do. Just piece it all together.

We bellied in. We bellied in,

and I must have been thrown clear of the plane.

Yeah. Yeah, tha… that's what happened.

It knocked me cold.

Yeah, I may have been out for hours.

And then, the… the others were…

What about the others?

Where are they?

They didn't jump. Their chutes are still here.

And they're not dead.

They… They couldn't be dead.

And, if they left the plane and started walking,

why didn't they take me?

Blake!

Kline! Kransky!

Connors?

Jimenez!

King Nine calling Firefly. Mayday. Mayday.

King Nine calling Firefly. Mayday! Mayday!

King Nine calling Firefly. Come in, please.

King Nine calling Firefly. Mayday! Mayday! Come in, please!

Ah, easy now, easy now.

Think about it some.

Don't go off half-cocked.

There are reasons. There are explanations.

The crew is someplace and… and, for some reason,

and I'm alone for some reason.

Everything looks tilt, but there's…

There's logic behind it. There's… There's logic for everything.

I just have to…

I just have to keep it cool, that's all.

Think about it rationally.

The main thing,

the main thing I got to keep in mind is, I'm responsible for this crew.

I'm in charge.

As far as it's within my power, I gotta keep them alive.

I gotta get them out of this.

I command this aircraft, and I'm in charge and I'm responsible.

Blake?

Blake, is that you?

Blake?

Blake?

Blake?

Kline?

Sergeant Kline?

You incredibly stupid jerk, you.

You dropped your canteen.

You stupid Bronx cowboy, you.

You're in the desert now, you idiot.

You're gonna need water.

I still have to nursemaid you guys, huh?

Some crew I got here. Run around the…

It's not funny, boys.

It's strictly not… not funny.

Blake! Blake!

Blake.

It's me, Embry.

It's me, Embry, Blake.

Blake.

Blake?

Blake, where'd you go?

Blake?

What's the gag?

Oh, come on, fellas.

I'm responsible for you, guys.

Don't you understand?

I'm responsible.

Mayday. King Nine calling Firefly.

King Nine calling Firefly. Mayday. Mayday.

Pancaked in desert one hour and 30 minutes from last checkpoint.

Bearing two ni…

Hallucinations.

The whole thing could be an hallucination.

I could be lying out there in the sand with a fractured skull.

I might not even be standing here.

I might be dying out there in the desert.

All this is what I'm just…

Making up in my mind.

Or maybe I'm… I'm sleeping,

and I'm having a dream.

Hey, maybe I'll… I'll wake up and I'll be back at the base.

Or… Or maybe I tied one on

and I'm in a booth at a bar someplace with a pretty girl.

Oh, this one tears it.

This one really tears it.

Wait till the medics get a hold of me.

They'll never let loose.

They'll have to put me on tour if they ever let me out of the bin, that is.

Now, just a second.

Just a second.

I saw him sitting there.

Yeah.

And that was no hallucination.

I saw Blake sitting right here.

Nobody can tell me different. I saw him sitting right in this seat.

Blake! Blake!

Connors! Kline!

How about it, crew? You hear me, anybody?

Hey!

All right, King Nine crew!

This is your captain!

How about it, you guys?

I'm responsible for you, jerks! You're giving me some bum action here!

You're throwing curves, gentlemen!

How about it, team?

How about it, crew?

Look, I'm supposed to look after you, guys!

Blake! Connors!

Kline.

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

Rest in peace, buddy.

Rest in peace, kid.

Hey.

What kind of aircraft are those?

Wait a minute here.

What kind of pla… What are they?

I've never seen any planes like that before.

I've never seen any jets.

Jets?

Jet aircraft? How do I know about jet aircraft?

This is 1943. There's no such thing as jet aircraft,

but I know about it.