You're traveling through another dimension-
a dimension not only of sight and sound, but of mind,
a journey into a wondrous land
whose boundaries are that of imagination.
Your next stop, the twilight zone.
Say, doris, i lost one of my cuff links.
Oh, i'll see if i can find it.
No, i found it.
That's all right, then.
I found it in your jewel case.
And i found some other items.
Oh?
What about them?
You tell me.
There's nothing much to tell, really.
I decided to bring back some souvenirs.
Souvenirs?
A human finger?
A sacred death stone?
A vulture's claw?
Baubles of a witch doctor.
That's all these are to you, souvenirs?
Of course.
Nothing else? Are you sure?
Certainly, i'm sure.
Then you won't mind if i dispose of them, will you?
Alan, don't!
Please don't!
Please don't, alan! Please don't! Why not?
No!
All right, now, are there any more
souvenirs?
We aren't in africa any longer, we're here in new york.
Do you understand what i'm saying?
This is for weak people,
ignorant, uncivilized people who don't know any better,
not for you, or me.
Doris, we've done nothing wrong.
We have nothing to fear.
Least of all from a bunch of witch doctors
5,000 miles away.
What are you afraid of?
Africa.
Do you remember
what the old shaman said long ago
when the men started drilling?
He said we were wounding the land,
hurting it, making it bleed.
Alan, he said that land would make us pay.
Doris, we left africa weeks ago.
Did we? Well, i wonder.
Alan, sometimes at night i can feel it,
all around me, like some huge, dark animal.
Alan, please.
Please don't let them go there.
Tell them it won't work.
Stop them now while there's still time, please!
It's my job to engineer a hydroelectric project,
not pander to ignorant witch doctors.
I'll try to be back early.
You'll never be back.
Don't open the door.
The carcass of a goat,
a dead finger,
a few bits of broken glass and stone
and mr. Alan richards, a modern man of a modern age,
hating with all his heart
something in which he cannot believe
and preparing- although he doesn't know it-
to take the longest walk of his life
right down to the center of the twilight zone.
Levelling and drainage have already been started
as well as preliminary work on the dam itself.
Our time of completion will have to be upped
by three to six months,
but this shouldn't affect our general cost
more than a few thousand dollars.
Well, it's getting very late.
Before we make a decision,
i have a few questions if you don't mind.
Certainly, sir.
I'm sure you've considered this carefully,
but, for my own curiosity,
what about the natives?
Natives?
What about them, sir?
Well, what's their attitude?
How are they reacting?
As far as i know...
well, the kekouyu are a violent people.
They resent the loss of their homes.
They resent the enterprise
even though they'll benefit eventually.
They resent us.
But i doubt they'll cause any serious disturbance.
Except... for uchawi.
Uchawi?
Uh... witchcraft.
A number of shamans decided
to put a curse on everyone connected with the enterprise
effective upon the decision to go ahead with the project.
What sort of a curse, mr. Richards?
The usual:
A slow, painful death.
Now, gentlemen, i assure you,
there's nothing at all funny about uchawi.
Oh, you're not serious.
I am, i've seen it work.
I have seen healthy men sicken and die
within ten minutes of the time set by the witch doctors
who cursed them-
healthy men. And women.
They weren't touched.
They weren't poisoned.
They weren't harmed in any way.
They just died.
Don't talk rubbish.
Alan... wait a minute,
just a second.
Mr. Sinclair.
What time is it?
Oh, say, what's this
you're wearing on your watch chain?
Why, it's...
a rabbit's foot, isn't it?
Why do you wear that? Now, see here.
It's for luck, isn't it?
Well, what's that got to do with magic?
Sinclair carries the severed foot
of a dead animal for good fortune
and can't see what that's to do with magic?
Hardy is amused.
Although it's known he's a superstitious man
or have you finally given up astrology?
Well...
now, here's a 20th-century man
who allows the stars to make his decisions.
And a fine job they've done of it, too, young man.
That's exactly what
a kekouyu witch doctor said to me
when i suggested panther bones
could not foretell the future.
You needn't smile, mr. Templeton.
I've seen you knock on wood
more than once.
Oh, alan...
mr. Fleming, when did you last
walk under a ladder?
Throw salt over your shoulder?
All right, mr. Richards
you've made your point.
A multl-billion corporation run by witches...
warlocks.
In a 40-story building
that doesn't even have a 13th floor.
Now, gentlemen, i...
mr. Richards!
Chad.
Tell me something
if you wanted to get hold of a dead goat
on an hour's notice,
where would you go?
To a psychiatrist.
No, i'm serious.
Well, so am i.
You really want a dead goat?
No. Then what are you talking about?
I'll do it.
Hey.
What's this?
That, my dear chad, is kipitu.
A protective amulet.
Where did it come from?
Doris.
You see, if this is a lion's tooth,
i gather i'm being protected from lions.
In, uh, new york city?
Yeah.
Well, got to admit
they're doing a fine job.
This is how doris looks at it.
What will you do about doris?
I don't know.
She's sick, isn't she?
So are half the city's people!
My wife carries a lion's tooth,
the company president, a rabbit's foot-
it's all the same, same rotten disease.
It's eating away at the strength, the will,
the very soul of me.
Hey, hey, alan.
Think you better have another drink.
Hmm-mm.
Alan, take it easy.
A guy doesn't get this worked up
about something he doesn't believe in.
What do you mean?
Oh, nothing.
Come on.
Look, it's 3:00.
Doris will be worried.
No, i called her, i told her i'd be late.
Did you pay?
Yeah.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Good night.
Hey, chad!
Hey.
Anybody there?
Hello?
Cab, mister?
Shuler house.
Right.
Driver, the light's green.
You can go now.
Driver.
The light's green.
Oh.
Hey, excuse me, mister.
I've had nothing to eat for two days.
I'd surely appreciate it if you could help me out.
Sure...
sure, sure.
Yes, sir.
God bless you, mister.
Hey, wait a minute.
Where's that sound coming from?
What sound was that?
Those drums.
I don't hear no drums.
Listen.
You mean to tell me you can't hear that?
Huh, you'll have to excuse me.
My ears aren't as good as they used to be.
Say, wait a minute.
How would you like to make some money?
Doing what?
I'm trying to get home
on the other side of the park.
If you walk with me, i'll give you ten dollars.
Now, don't tell me you can't hear tha...
hey!
Come back!
Hey, come back!
Look, i'll give you $20!
Come back.
Some superstitions kept alive by the long night of ignorance
have their own special power.
You'll hear of it through a jungle grapevine
in a remote corner of the twilight zone.
Rod serling, creator ofthe twilight zone,
will tell you about next week's story
after this message.
And now, mr. Serling.
Next week onthe twilight zone,
we bring to the television cameras a most unique gentlemen
whose own very special brand of clownship
has long ago become a milestone in american humor.
Mr. Buster keaton appears in "once upon a time."
A script written especially for him by richard matheson,
this one is wild, woolly and most unpredictable.
Onthe twilight zonenext week,
mr. Buster keaton in "once upon a time."
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