The Twilight Zone

Narrator: THERE IS A FIFTH DIMENSION

BEYOND THAT WHICH IS KNOWN TO MAN.

IT IS A DIMENSION AS VAST AS SPACE

AND AS TIMELESS AS INFINITY.

IT IS THE MIDDLE GROUND BETWEEN LIGHT AND SHADOW,

BETWEEN SCIENCE AND SUPERSTITION,

AND IT LIES BETWEEN THE PIT OF MAN'S FEARS

AND THE SUMMIT OF HIS KNOWLEDGE.

THIS IS THE DIMENSION OF IMAGINATION.

IT IS AN AREA WHICH WE CALL THE TWILIGHT ZONE.

LET'S SEE YOU PAY FOR YOUR DRINK

IN YOUR OWN INIMITABLE FASHION, HUH?

A SONG, DENTON.

HOW ABOUT IT?

COME ON, NOW. COME ON.

COME ON, DENTON.

GET UP.

COME ON, DENTON.

CHARLIE, CAN'T YOU BREAK THAT UP?

I DON'T LIKE IT ANY MORE THAN YOU DO.

THE MISERY THEY GIVE THAT GUY OUT THERE.

COME ON. LET'S GO IN THERE AND HAVE SOME AMUSEMENT, BOYS.

COME ON.

[LAUGHTER, INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES]

Narrator: PORTRAIT OF A TOWN DRUNK

NAMED AL DENTON.

THIS IS A MAN WHO'S BEGUN HIS DYING EARLY.

A LONG, AGONIZING ROUTE THROUGH A MAZE OF BOTTLES.

AL DENTON, WHO WOULD PROBABLY GIVE

AN ARM OR A LEG OR A PART OF HIS SOUL TO HAVE

ANOTHER CHANCE

TO BE ABLE TO RISE UP AND SHAKE THE DIRT FROM HIS BODY

AND THE BAD DREAMS THAT INFEST HIS CONSCIOUSNESS.

IN THE PARLANCE OF THE TIMES,

THIS IS A PEDDLER--

A RATHER FANCIFUL-LOOKING LITTLE MAN

IN A BLACK FROCK COAT.

AND THIS IS THE THIRD PRINCIPAL CHARACTER

OF OUR STORY.

ITS FUNCTION, PERHAPS TO GIVE MR. AL DENTON

HIS SECOND CHANCE.

HOW ARE YOU DOING, AL?

HOWDY DO, MISS SMITH?

YOU PACKING A GUN NOW?

WELL, THIS ISN'T MINE.

I FOUND IT RIGHT OVER THERE.

SOMEBODY MUST HAVE DROPPED IT.

YOU WERE PRETTY GOOD WITH A GUN IN YOUR DAY,

WEREN'T YOU?

THAT WAS A LONG TIME AGO, MISS SMITH.

WELL, YOU KNOW SOMETHING?

THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'VE HELD A GUN

SINCE...

I CAN'T REMEMBER

HOW LONG IT'S BEEN.

TOO MUCH OF THAT,

IS IT?

YUP.

WHY, AL?

WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DRINK SO MUCH?

I REALLY DON'T KNOW.

I JUST GOT THE HABIT ONE DAY AND KEPT TO IT.

AND I'LL TELL YOU THAT ONE...

WAIT A MINUTE, BOYS.

HERE WE GO AGAIN, FELLAS.

LET'S HEAR OUR LITTLE SONGBIRD.

HEY, DENTON!

THREE CHORUSES OF "HOW DRY I AM."

LET'S HEAR IT!

AL, DON'T DO IT.

HE'LL GIVE ME A DRINK, MISS SMITH.

THE DEVIL WITH HIM. I CAN GIVE YOU ONE, TOO,

AND YOU WON'T HAVE TO DO THAT FOR IT.

Man: ALL RIGHT. COME ON, RUMMY.

GO ON AND GET YOUR DRINK.

YOU'VE BEEN A GOOD BOY.

WAIT A MINUTE, DENTON.

HEY, GUNNER!

HEY! WHERE DID YOU GET THE ARTILLERY?

I FOUND IT--

I FOUND IT RIGHT OVER THERE

IN THE STREET.

IS THAT A FACT? HEH!

BET IT'S A LONG TIME SINCE YOU USED

ONE OF THOSE, ISN'T IT, RUMMY?

YEAH, A LONG TIME.

WELL, MAYBE YOU COULD USE IT NOW.

YEAH. MAYBE YOU COULD EVEN OUTDRAW ME.

NO, I WOULDN'T KNOW HOW TO USE IT ANYMORE.

WELL, LET'S SEE YOU TRY.

COME ON. YOU AND ME WILL DRAW.

Smith: ALL RIGHT. ALL RIGHT. DAN, CUT IT OUT.

IT'S NOT FUNNY ANYMORE.

GO ON. GET AWAY, LIZ. THE GUNNER AND ME,

WE'RE GONNA HAVE A SHOWDOWN HERE.

COME ON, GUNNER. LET'S LIFT IT UP--

OH, DAN, STOP IT!

Charlie: COME ON, DAN. LIZ IS RIGHT.

GO ON BACK TO THE BAR, CHARLIE.

CAN'T YOU SEE WE GOT PRIVATE BUSINESS HERE?

LISTEN, DAN--

COME ON.

COME ON OUT HERE.

COME ON, RUMMY.

COME ON!

I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU A BREAK, RUMMY.

I'M GOING TO DO IT

LEFT-HANDED.

MISS SMITH, TELL HIM.

PLEASE TELL HIM. PLEASE.

MISS SMITH, EXPLAIN TO HIM--

MISS SMITH,

PLEASE TELL HIM IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.

I DON'T WANT ANY TROUBLE.

MR. HOTALING.

THAT WAS SHOOTING, AL.

MR. HOTALING, LISTEN...

COME IN AND GET A DRINK. IT'S ON THE HOUSE.

Charlie: DID YOU GET YOUR EYE BACK, AL?

YOU BEEN PRACTICING OR SOMETHING?

WE AIN'T SEEN SHOOTING LIKE THAT

SINCE I DON'T KNOW WHEN. AGAINST HOTALING, TOO.

Al: IT ISN'T EVEN MINE.

Charlie: DRINKS ON THE HOUSE!

HEY, RUMMY!

FACE ME, DENTON!

IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, MR. HOTALING.

I'M GONNA GET THIS RIGHT IN YOUR STOMACH.

DAN, GIVE HIM A BREAK.

I DIDN'T MEAN TO...

I DIDN'T EVEN MEAN TO...

I DIDN'T EVEN MEAN TO...

MR. DENTON, MAYBE YOU'D LET US BUY YOU A DRINK.

WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?

UH, I DIDN'T MEAN NO OFFENSE.

I JUST ASKED YOU WHAT YOU CALLED ME.

NOTHING. NOTHING, MR. DENTON.

I DIDN'T CALL YOU ANYTHING.

THAT'S WHAT YOU CALLED ME--

"MR. DENTON."

HE CALLED ME MISTER, CHARLIE.

HERE YOU ARE, AL.

NO, THANKS. I'VE HAD ENOUGH.

I THINK I'LL GO OUT AND GET A SHAVE.

AND DON'T CALL ME RUMMY ANYMORE!

AL!

WELL, I THINK EVERYTHING'S GOING TO BE

ALL RIGHT, NOW. UNDERSTAND?

CHARLIE SAYS YOU'RE AS GOOD WITH A GUN NOW