"(eerie music playing)" "(theme from ( the twilight zoneplaying)" "(heartbeat)" "(birds singing)" "morning, mrs. simonson." "there you go. oh, that looks painful." "oh." "i was just cleaning out the, uh, upper cabinets and stood up and rammed right into an open door." "silly of me, i guess." "well, it can happen to anyone, but you be more careful, and take care of that bruise." "i will, thanks." "oh, almost forgot." "bye, now." "bye." "louise simonson, considered quite pretty once, not long ago." "before the arguments and the years and the stick took it out on her." "louise simonson, like so many broken on the wheel, with one subtle difference." "this wheel has a name." "jack?" "got something from my sister." "i wonder what it is." "no." "man (on tv):" "he's on the run... i just wanted to see what it was, that's all." "...wasn't going very far." "i mean, it's from my sister, and i haven't seen her in such a long time." "it's 12:05, louise." "12:00 is lunch." "lunch." "12:00." "get in there and fix lunch. now." "(whistle blows on tv) any decent mail?" "no, jack, just some more bills." "phone and electric company." "i thought you paid all the bills." "what?" "!" "you saying i'm-i'm not doing my job?" "you saying i'm not a good husband?" "that i don't take care of you the way you'd like?" "no, i'm not." "...fumbled." "(whistle blows on tv) oh, there you see." "made me miss something." "it's 12:06, louise." "six minutes past 12:00." "we know what 12:00 is, don't we?" "12:00's lunch." "what are you looking at?" "i was just wondering if i could open the package now." "it might be... perishable or something." "well, you-you know my sister-- how she likes to, um, send cookies and things." "can i open the package now?" "mm." "cookies?" "like she thinks you need cookies, hmm?" "if there are cookies, you send them right back, you hear me?" "we can feed ourselves just fine." "oh, susan." "you remembered." "remembered what?" "it was my birthday friday." "hmm." "happy birthday." "let me see it." "oh, it's just this dog she sent me." "what, did i say i was gonna do anything to it?" "huh?" "(barks)" "(laughs)" "i'm going." "let me see, hmm?" "oh, that's not so bad." "such a big deal out of it." "oh, you're such a little crybaby." "i'm sorry i burned the eggs." "that won't happen again, will it?" "come on." "give me a little kiss." "mmm." "when will you be back?" "when i feel like coming back." "(whistling "row, row, row your boat")" "(china clattering)" "(jack whistling)" "(whistling continues)" "damn him." "(whistling continues)" "(barking)" "no, doggie." "(horn honking)" "(horn honking)" "(horn honking, barking)" "(crickets chirping)" "jesus!" "did you see it?" "what?" "what, what, what?" "the dog!" "it was right there." "i thought it was gonna tear right into the truck." "i don't see anything." "thing must have run off." "horn probably scared it." "good thing, too." "man, if i had my gun... look, get back inside." "first thing monday, you call the cops." "find out who's got a dog loose around here." "(engine starting)" "it was the most pathetic dress i've ever seen." "(laughs) i wish you could have been there." "you would have loved it." "the-the color was horrible." "hmm." "but it would have been perfect with the new color on your face." "i-i don't want to talk about it." "but you can't keep letting him do this to you." "it's not his fault, not really." "it's me." "i always get things wrong." "i'm too slow." "i try not to, but sometimes, i just get him mad." "but don't you ever get mad?" "don't you ever get angry at the things he does?" "sometimes." "like this morning, i got... i got so mad at him, it was like i could... i could feel the anger just building up inside of me, and i... (sighs):" "i felt like i was gonna explode. i... i hate myself when i feel like that." "so you bury it." "louise, i-i think you got to let it out." "that's not how i was raised." "would you like some more coffee?" "i'm back." "in here, jack." "what's with the extra place settings?" "oh, phil and clair are coming for dinner." "we set it up last week, remember?" "oh, yeah, sure." "why all the fancy stuff?" "well, i just thought it'd be nice." "i don't know." "um, doesn't it look pretty?" "(doorbell rings) oh, that must be them." "i mean, you work so hard, i just thought a nice dinner might relax you, you know?" "hi. right on time." "woman:" "oh, as always." "oh, honey, you look nice." "oh, thanks." "hey, phil." "hi, louise." "where do you want me to put this?" "oh, in the kitchen." "oh, it looks so good." "hi, jack." "how you doing, jack?" "fine, phil." "you want to come out to the garage for a minute, phil?" "i got a new reel i want to show you." "sure, yeah." "do you like it?" "oh, it's real nice." "is this an occasion?" "well, i just thought that from now on, uh, if i tried a little harder, things with jack would... well, you know... i know." "i know." "you are sweet and forgiving, and he doesn't deserve you." "well, i better go get jack." "you know how those two are once they get talking." "i just want us to be clear on this, okay?" "all you have to do is say that frank called you saturday to go fishing." "you couldn't make it, uh, because you had to work or something, so i had to go with him." "that's all." "that's all-- just lie for you." "that's right." "phil:" "i mean, how long do you think you can keep doing it?" "it's only a matter of time before louise finds out." "she's not going to find out anything." "you got to realize, phil, she's not real bright." "phil:" "and denise is?" "phil, she's got legs up to here." "you okay, louise?" "i'm fine." "jack, they'll be wondering what's taking us." "yeah, i'll be in in a sec." "you go ahead." "(dog growling)" "(dog barking)" "(barking)" "yeah?" "did you see anything?" "i-i was in the kitchen." "i didn't see anything." "ma'am, you sure you didn't see the dog?" "um, sorry, i didn't." "there's really nothing we can do until it turns up." "if you see it again, just let us know." "meanwhile, i'd advise you not to fire that thing again until you know what you're shooting at." "and you'd better be able to show cause." "good night." "uh, listen, jack, it's getting late." "maybe we should go." "honey, are you okay?" "yeah." "jack." "oh, you were a fat lot of help." "why can't you back me up once in a while?" "i didn't see it, jack." "i can't lie." "you know that." "great." "another thing you can't do." "how was the fishing, jack?" "you never did tell me how it went." "it was fine." "you know frank-- talk, talk, talk." "scares away every fish in the county." "surprised he caught anything at all." "and you didn't catch anything all day?" "that's right." "what is this, the third degree or something?" "huh?" "i don't think i like the tone in your voice." "what, i can't go fishing with a friend?" "no, jack, i wasn't implying... you said no." "you know i don't like it when you say no, louise." "you got a problem?" "huh?" "i'll give you a problem." "i heard you, jack." "i heard you with phil." "i heard you, damn it!" "so what?" "what?" "louise:" "stop it." "stop it!" "stop it, jack, come on!" "no, please!" "(dog barking) what the hell?" "(snarling) oh, my god." "no, don't." "don't. i don't want you to." "we've got to get out of here." "jack, i can't seem to make it stop." "i'm sorry. it just came out." "i didn't know... what are you talking about?" "!" "i can't stop it!" "it's me, damn it, it's me!" "it's here because i wanted you to stop hitting me!" "(barking) come on!" "(barking)" "all right." "all right." "you want a piece of me?" "come and get it!" "come on!" "(snarling) come on!" "(shouting)" "(screams):" "ow!" "ah!" "ah... ah, ah... oh!" "ah!" "louise, please, for god's sake, call it off." "make it stop." "i can't stop it, jack." "i can't." "maybe i could've once, but... god help me... i don't love you anymore, jack." "there's nothing i can do." "i can't stop it." "please..." "louise, call it off." "i promise it'll be different this time." "please?" "just give me a chance, okay?" "just a chance!" "you broke it." "(laughs) it was the dog." "it was the damn china dog." "you broke it." "that was the only thing that was really mine... and you broke it." "and i hate you." "(dog snarling) it didn't work." "louise. make it go away." "i hate you!" "i wish you were dead!" "(screaming):" "no!" "no!" "no. stop it." "stop it." "stop it!" "(whispering):" "i can't." "i can't." "where will i send you?" "i don't know where to send... come." "come on." "come home." "(barks)" "(sighs)" "(birds chirping outside)" "(door opening softly)" "(door closing)" "where the hell do you think you're going?" "away, jack." "away from you." "is that so?" "think i'm just going to let you leave after what you did to me?" "you sent your little friend away, remember?" "and now i got a score to settle with you, little lady." "you leave, and i'm coming after you." "no, you won't." "(dog barking)" "louise simonson-- driven by pain and anger into the desperate regions of the human heart, only to discover the preeminence of her own personal power." "an act of recognition that reverberates in and out ofthe twilight zone."