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.
Oh, great.
Just great.
Oh, never... Never, never again.
Oh, sure.
You go right ahead and sleep.
That's right.
Never mind about how I feel.
I'm an hour late to work but so what?
No skin off your pretty little nose, right?
Oh, boy.
What a wife.
What a doll of a wife.
You could have at least taken my shoes off, you know.
I didn't want to go to that stupid party.
"I ought to stay home and read."
"oh, no, can't do that and hurt old petey's feelings."
Oh, boy, oh, boy.
I go to work and suffer all day and she sacks out until noon.
That's fair.
Oh, boy.
Oh, boy.
Oh, what next?
Wilma!
Wilma, what have you done with my razor?
Hey, hey, come on.
Come on, wake up.
Come on, will you?
I'm late.
Wilma... hey.
Never mind the dramatics.
Just tell me where you put my razor.
Don't do that.
What's the matter... You sick?
Who are you?
What?
Who are you?
What are you doing in my bedroom?
You mean this isn't the y.m.c.a.?
Honey, will you knock it off?
I'm late. Tell me where you put the razor.
Darling, I am in no mood for jokes.
You get out of here.
Wilma. Wilma?
How do you know my name?
It's on the marriage certificate.
Remember?
Mister, I've never seen you before in all my life.
Cameo of a man who has just lost his most valuable possession.
He doesn't know it yet.
In fact, he doesn't even know about the possession.
Because, like most people, David gurney has never really thought about the matter of his identity.
But he's going to be thinking about it a great deal from now on because that is what he's lost and his search for it is going to take him into the darkest corners of the twilight zone.
Look, whoever you are, I don't want any trouble, but if you don't leave I'm going to call the police.
Call the police.
Call the fire department.
Tell them to bring an oxygen mask.
There is a man dying.
I'm not bluffing.
If you don't get out of here by the time I count five, I'll call them.
Oh, come on! Cut it out.
I am not amused!
Three, four, five. All right.
Give me the...
What is the matter with you?
Don't touch me.
This is what I call a delayed reaction!
Two martinis at midnight and she gets stoned at 10:00 in the morning!
Look, I suggest you go to bed and sleep it off.
What are you going to do?
Change my clothes, if you don't mind.
Where are my socks?
What in the name of...
All right.
Would you mind telling me what is going on?
Where are my clothes?
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
I do not know what is going on but I suppose it's another one of pete's ridiculous little gags.
Well, you can tell him that it didn't come off.
Now, I'm going to work and when I come home, you had better have everything straightened out, do you understand?
No, no, that's very thoughtful of you but I'm not much in the mood for breakfast.
Thanks, anyway.
Nut.
Good morning, jim.
Good morning.
Hi, jack.
Good morning, Julie, Fred.
Yes, sir, may I help you?
George, who's that?
That's Mr. Cooper.
Would you mind telling me what Mr. Cooper is doing at my desk?
Beg pardon?
I'm sorry, mr. Kline.
Without better security, I'm afraid there's nothing we can do for you.
Who the devil are you?
How's that?
I said, who the devil are you and what are you doing at my desk?
Your desk?
That's right. My desk.
I've had enough of this today.
Get out of that chair.
I'll do nothing of the kind.
Get out or I'll throw you out.
There's no need to get excited.
After the morning I put in!
And would you be kind enough to take this junk with you?
What's the trouble, sir?
Look, jim, this little joke has gone far enough.
He says this is his desk.
Step outside, sir, we can settle this.
There is nothing to be settled except I would like my nameplate back and my picture.
I'm afraid I'll have to insist.
I'm not budging.
Yes, you are.
Jim, you get your hand off me or I'll see to it that you're fired.
We'll talk about it outside.
Put your hands up, mister.
What?
Put your hands up.
Has everybody gone crazy?
Walk three paces in front of me.
Don't cause any trouble or I'll have to sh**t.
Move!
Call the police, sir.
George, what is this?
All right, keep moving.
Wilma!
Will you tell these people who I am?
Is that the man?
Yes.
What's your name, mister?
Ask her.
She doesn't know.
She doesn't know?
After 11 years of marriage and she doesn't know?
Mrs. Gurney, allow me to introduce myself.
I'm David gurney, your husband, remember?
Don't stand there staring like idiots.
That's who I am. David gurney.
Jim, now, please, will you tell them?
Look, I've worked with this man for four years. Now, tell them!
Julie.
Fred.
George, will you tell them?
Tell them who I am!
All right, let's go.
Wait a minute!
You say I'm not David gurney, right?
I'll prove it to you.
Let's see what you have to say to this.
My driver's license and credit cards...
What have you done with them?
Wait a minute!
I'm David gurney.
I'm David gurney!
I don't care what you say, I know who I am.
Mister...
Gurney! Gurney!
David Andrew gurney!
There's no need for excitement.
Oh, of course not! All of a sudden, everyone's telling me I don't know who I am, and you say there's no reason for excitement.
Well, what do you expect me to do, relax?
No, I suppose not.
I know it must be quite a shock, but, look, if we're to help you, mister, you've got to face facts.
You see, this man you think you are.
He doesn't really exist.
Except in your mind.
Whether whole cloth or from people you've met, you've invented him.
There is no David Andrew gurney.
You're lying.
Oh, come. Why?
I don't know. I don't know who you are.
You've got to be. Now, listen, a man doesn't live 35 years knowing who he is, and just because he's lost his driver's license...
No, no, no. It wasn't just that.
This woman, uh, miss berenson...
The woman you think you're married to...
Know I'm married to, and her name isn't berenson, it's gurney!
I see you're gonna require more proof.
Well, that can be arranged.
Come with me, please.
Oh, uh, you haven't met your fellow patient.
That's Winston Churchill.
So he thinks.
Poor chap.
No one knows who he really is.
Now, let me see how I can prove it to you.
The phone... let me use the phone.
Of course.
What number?
Klondike 5-2131.
Let me have an outside line please.
Dr. Koslenko.
Hello, Pete?
It's Dave.
Pete, it's Dave gurney.
Well, how do you like that?
He's my best friend.
We went to school together.
More?
Yes.
Yes, call Klondike 5-3472.
Seven, two.
Ask for Mrs. Gurney.
I'd like to speak with mrs. Gurney, please.
Just a moment, please.
Hello, mom?
Oh, thank god, thank god.
Mom.
This is Dave.
What's the matter, mom?
Don't you recognize my voice?
It's Dave.
Your son.
Mom. Mom, now stop it.
Don't do this to me, please!
Forgive the call, please.
It was a mistake.
Thank you.
You are David Andrew gurney.
You live at 2457 lime rock avenue.
That's right.
You're sure?
Yes, I'm sure!
Do you have a telephone?
Certainly, I have a phone.
It's likely that your number would be listed in the directory, isn't it?
Yes.
You'll notice that that is the current edition.
Go ahead.
Now do you believe me?
I don't know.
I don't know.
Maybe I should, but I...
All right.
All right, if I'm not David gurney, then who am 1?
That's what we're going to try to find out.
In other words, I'm crazy, like that guy who thinks he's Churchill.
Is that it?
No. Let's just say mentally disturbed.
I know it's very difficult to believe, but looking at it logically, there isn't any other explanation.
Sometime last night, you had what is known as a total loss of orientation.
You entered miss berenson's house...
No, no.
No, no, no!
That's what you want me to believe, because in spite of everything, I know who I am!
Either I am crazy or somebody's going to an awful lot of trouble to blot me out.
Now, now, now.
Why would anyone want to blot you out?
How should I know?
But whoever or whatever it Is, they can rig every phone book and they can pay off everyone I know but they can't get inside my mind.
And I'll tell you something else, they can't think of everything.
And what does that mean?
Just that. A man's life is made up of a million details.
Some of those details are private.
I've gone places, I've done things that I've never told to anyone.
Not even my wife.
Of course. I'm sure that's quite true.
Now, suppose we go back to your room and you think about it.
Oh, no. You think about it because I'm going to find one of those details. Now!
Sorry. Got to get away.
Hey, hey!
Wait a minute.
Before you say anything, give me a drink.
Anything in particular?
The usual.
Huh?
The...
The usual.
Irish whiskey.
I'm sorry, buddy.
Sam.
Look at me.
Okay, I'm looking at you.
Who am 1?
How many guesses do I get, huh?
No, think, sam.
Who comes in here every Friday night for the last three years?
My wife.
Who else?
A lot of people come in here.
What about...
What about Dave gurney?
Who?
That's it, huh?
They got to him, too.
All right.
But how?
I kept this place a secret.
I never told anybody about it.
Would you like another drink?
Yeah.
Sam.
Sam...
What would you do if all of a sudden everybody started telling you you weren't you.
What?
I mean, everybody. Your wife, your friends.
Everyone suddenly couldn't recognize you anymore.
They were saying sam baker didn't exist.
I'd tell them to switch brands.
But you wouldn't believe them?
Give me another one.
I think you've had enough.
Oh.
I've had more than enough, sam.
How do you know my name?
Because we're friends.
Your wife's name is pearl.
Your kids' names are joey and Linda.
You live in white oak.
You used to be a prizefighter. "powerhouse baker."
Your picture's on the wall right next to harry grebb.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Are you all right?
I think so.
Keep your fingers crossed, sam.
I may have found that little detail they overlooked.
What's the number again?
6708-777.
You sure?
The photographer gave me a slip but I remember that number because of the four sevens.
Maybe your wife's got it.
She doesn't know it was taken.
I was going to surprise her.
You sure it was the 14th?
Yes, on a Sunday.
We were at the zoo.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Hey, wait a minute.
Is that a seven or a one?
Seven.
Is that it?
Yes.
Yes, that's it.
Are you okay, mister?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.
Okay, that'll be $1.75.
Hey, wait a minute!
You owe me money.
Well, doctor, what brings you here?
I might ask you the same question.
To elude us, you shouldn't have left that stolen car downstairs.
This man owes me money.
Oh.
$1.81 to be exact.
For proof that I'm not crazy.
I told you they couldn't think of everything.
I suppose you found a signature or a receipt.
But that's not proof because I could've signed a signature anytime.
Right.
Or had a card printed up, or faked a driver's license.
But what about a photograph, doctor?
What about a photograph of me holding hands with a girl who claims she never laid eyes on me.
How would you explain that?
Take it out and look at it.
Then think up some answers.
Well?
But I...
I saw her.
Look, look you saw her.
You saw my wife.
Oh, listen, mister, you didn't show me nothing.
But I tell you she was there.
We were together!
No. We were together.
We were together.
We were together. We were together.
Together, together.
Together. Together.
We were togeth... er.
Dave?
Dave, honey, wake up.
Wake up, honey.
What?
Oh.
Oh, Wilma, Wilma.
Oh, wait a minute.
Let me get this junk off my face.
Don't go away.
Oh, don't worry.
I won't.
What's the matter, honey?
You sound terrible.
Did you have a nightmare?
Oh, baby, I had the nightmare...
The granddaddy of them all.
Well, that'll teach you to mix scotch and martinis.
Yeah, that'll teach me all right.
I'm sorry I didn't put you in your pajamas, honey but I was a little out of things myself.
You forgive me?
Yeah, sure, sure.
Well, you're in a rare mood.
Honey, what's wrong?
Are you ill?
Dave, why are you looking at me like that?
Dave, honey?
Dave?
A case of mistaken identity or a nightmare turned inside out?
A simple loss of memory or the end of the world?
David gurney may never find the answer but you can be sure he's looking for it in the twilight zone.
Rod serling, creator of the twilight zone, will tell you about next week's story, after this message.
And now, Mr. Serling.
Next week, we take a trip through a galaxy to few million light-years away from your collective television screens.
We'll land on an uncharted asteroid and then undergo an experience designed for goose bumps and palpitations because, in the twilight zone, next time out, you'll see that monsters come in all sizes and shapes. I hope we whetted your appetite, and if so, we'll see you next week.
Our show is called "the little people."
every litter bit hurts, so think before you throw.
Keep America clean and beautiful.