The Twilight Zone

Rod Serling: 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.

Of things and ideas.

You've just crossed over into the twilight zone.

This the boy from huong hoa? That's right, sir.

We were caught in an ambush.

Doctor: MOUTH FULL OF SHRAPNEL. ABDOMEN, EXTENSIVE TISSUE DAMAGE.

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!

Rod Serling: 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.

Smells like a brewery in here.

Nice, huh?

Nice, no. Typical, yes.

Got a visitor downstairs, some kid.

Did I ever tell you I love you, Mrs. Feeny?

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 gonna do yourself any good, you know that.

An astute observation, Mrs. Feeny.

Oh, I love you and your astute observations.

I mean it. I really mean it.

I know.

How about it, Mrs. Feeny?

It's to laugh, isn't it?

Isn't it to laugh?

Yeah.

Hi, Mr. Phillips.

Come on in.

You want a cigarette?

I got one.

Got two? Yeah.

Thank you.

Shady Lane lost yesterday.

That's the way of the world, Georgie.

The rich get richer and the loan sharks 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.

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. You borrow.

Sure, you borrowed it.

Without their knowing about it, you borrowed it.

How right am I?

So, what's to do, Georgie?

I'll GO TO JAIL.

I'll MAKE BOOK ON THAT.

Poor Georgie porgie. One of the breed.

Johnny-come-lately wisdom grafted onto a second-guesser head.

So, I ask again, Georgie.

What's to do?

Max Phillips is outside.

I haven't seen you in 5 days.

Seems like years. Where is everybody?

Everybody's gone.

We settled accounts tonight. Where were you?

Reasonable question. I took the wrong bus?

You give me the wrong story now

and you'll wind up under the wheels.

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

All 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 bucks. The horse doesn't place

and yet somehow the dough never got to me.

Why, maxie?

I'll BITE. WHY?

'Cause you gave it back, that's why.

You welshed on me.

And I had to go out, 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.

He'd be the first of the whole 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.

Look, if I don't get that dough back, I'm gonna go to jail.

Don't you understand that, Mr. Moran?

I'm gonna 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 over there.

That was mistake one. Max Phillips never gave

anything away in his whole life. How right am I, maxie?

Very right.

A heel with a Robin hood complex.

But thin and short-lived, Georgie porgie.

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. Feeny.

Open it up.

Department of the army?

Read it to me.

No.

No.

No, I'm all right, Mrs. Feeny.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Pip is dying.

My kid is dying

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... hey, kid, I'm sorry.

My kid used to love amusement parks, eh?

I used to take him on Saturday nights.

Well, it ain't like the kid's dead already, you know.

Well, 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.

George, you put this back where it came from.

Now, look, maxie, I'm sorry about your kid and all that...

No more out of you, no more!

20 years ago, I should've spit right in your eye!

20 years ago, I should've known

how little time a man has to raise a son.

A little belated honor now, George.

You get out of here. Walk as fast as you can

and don't look behind you.

Moran, if your boy is reaching for a cigarette,

you tell him the smoke bothers me.

And if he's reaching for anything else,

YOU TELL HIM I'll CUT HIS HEART OUT.