"woman (distorted):" "help me, please, someone." "someone, do something." "do something, please." "you... you've got to do something." "if he gets through that door, i'll die." "let me go." "please, please... there's nothing i can do." "please... (woman screaming) if he gets through, i'll die." "you've got to do something or i'll die!" "i'll die!" "i'll die!" "i'll die!" "i'll die!" "please... (screaming)" "narrator:" "portrait of a man having a bad dream." "his name, roger simpson leeds." "place of residence, a retirement home." "roger simpson leeds who since the death of his wife three years ago has dedicated himself to living a life in which he touches no one and no one touches him." "but now contact has been made, and mr. leeds is about to find himself touched by the twilight zone." "hey, great day, huh?" "have you got something good?" "uh-oh." "thank you." "one for the ladies." "so how's the son and the kids?" "all right, i suppose." "suppose?" "i thought they were visiting this weekend." "i told them just to... i can't have a bunch of kids everywhere." "no of course not." "with the photographers, mad socials, state dinners." "doesn't leave time for anything else." "i'm sure they understand." "did i ever tell you you're evil, frank?" "yeah, frequently." "but i'm not having nightmares." "a nurse told me they heard you again last night." "that's three times this week, roger." "we're meeting in the rec room for poker at 7:00." "no." "oh, i hear you're getting a new neighbor." "somebody's finally taken that room next to yours." "just so he doesn't snore." "who said it was a he?" "well, aren't you going to say hello to our new guest, mr. leeds?" "(audience laughing on television)" "(man screaming) who turned on the water?" "oh, hi, linda." "the dishes will be done in a minute." "frank:" "roger, they cheat." "wecheat?" "good for you." "takes a big man to admit that." "so, roger, you want to sit in on a hand or two?" "told you." "frank:" "who asked you?" "deal." "frank, frank." "yeah?" "who's that?" "her name is laurel kincaid." "word is she hasn't talked to anybody in ten years... not since her husband died." "and she went, ah... away." "you look in her eyes, all you see is a reflection." "nothing goes in." "roger." "you okay?" "oh, yeah, yeah, yeah." "i'm surprised you're not asleep." "you're usually upstairs by 10:00." "i don't feel much like sleeping." "um-hmm." "you want to talk about it?" "no." "frank, why don't you just go away?" "leave me alone." "because i'm your friend, damn it." "we used to talk, remember?" "20 years... that ought to count for something, roger." "nothing's been the same." "not since... roger, it's been three years." "rachel... it was yesterday." "i've been here thinking of some silly things we could never straighten out." "jams and jellies." "huh?" "i'd say "pass the jam, please."" "and she'd say, "here's the jelly."" "oh, it was some kind of a game and i... but one day i was in a bad mood and we got into a big argument over it." "could you believe that?" "i mean the little tiny, picky things people argue about." "ah, i miss her so much." "i know, i know." "rachel was a fine woman." "but you can't keep pushing everyone away." "i never knew i needed her so much until, uh she was gone." "gone, gone... when i had my first heart attack she held my hand, and she said she'd never let go no matter what, as long as i held on." "she believed in me." "i would look in those eyes... there was nothing there but... but love." "i felt i could do anything because she believed in me." "i wonder what she... i wonder what she'd think about me now." "why?" "what's happening now?" "come on." "talk to me." "no." "you'd think i was going crazy." "i'm half convinced." "well, my old father he never said much of anything that was useful." "but he did tell me two things." "one-- that love never dies." "and two-- that we're never given anything that we can't handle." "true, true." "frank, frank, please." "don't worry." "i'm okay." "you know i don't like it when you make a fuss like that." "all right." "but if you change your mind, if you need me, you know where to find me." "that's the most we've talked in almost a year." "let's do it more often." "good night, frank." "good night, roger." "hmm." "hmm." "um, um." "ahhh." "woman (distorted):" "help me, someone." "please help." "please, someone, help, please." "you." "you've got to stop him." "if he gets through, i'll die." "please." "(woman screams) no!" "don't you understand?" "no." "if he gets through, i'll die." "let go of me." "(screams)" "(screams)" "(groans)" "oh, my god." "roger:" "hi." "good morning." "hey, roger." "been outside yet?" "it's glorious." "let's go for a walk." "talk a little, maybe." "that would be nice." "maybe get a little sun." "you look awful pale." "you need some sun." "what happened to your hand?" "oh, nothing." "nothing." "oh, no." "nothing i can't see." "this i can see." "therefore, that is something." "i'm reading socrates again." "can't you tell?" "frank, jesus!" "can't you ever shut up?" "!" "my name is roger." "i think we met." "uh, i'd... just like some answers." "i need to know am i losing my mind?" "that is you, isn't it?" "in my dream?" "even before you got here, even before i saw you, you were there, weren't you?" "what do you know?" "he's actually talking to somebody of his own free will." "of course, he'd pick somebody who doesn't even know he's there." "you must be able to hear me." "you picked me, called me..." "somehow." "what i can't figure out is, why me?" "they tell me you haven't spoken to anyone since your husband died." "so what do you want from me?" "you want me to protect you from that thing?" "is that it?" "because if it is, mrs. kincaid, please find somebody else." "i can't protect you against it." "i couldn't protect my own wife when she was dying... ahh, she was such a wonderful woman." "she was very, very kind." "you'd love her." "and on sunday, the kids... i couldn't... you know, towards the end, we were in the hospital, and she could barely see." "and, oh god, she was in such pain, and she kept calling me, "please, please."" "i was right there, but she couldn't see me, and she kept pleading" ""please, help me-- the pain, stop the pain."" "and she'd call my name over and over again, and i couldn't do anything!" "i held her hand, and i wouldn't let go." "i felt her hand tighten on mine and that was all." "i still don't know if..." "she knew i was there." "mrs. kincaid that thing behind the door, whoever or whatever it is it's going to come through pretty soon, isn't it?" "maybe tonight." "well, i don't know what's behind your door." "i don't know what you're afraid of, but there's nothing i can do to help you." "i just want everybody to leave me alone." "get out of my head!" "leave me alone!" "(groans)" "please, you..." "you've got to stop him." "if he gets through, i'll die." "please, help me!" "come on, help me!" "i can't. i can't." "he's getting through!" "what's out there?" "frank:" "she hasn't talked to anybody for ten years." "not since her husband died." "she hasn't talked to anybody for ten years." "not since her husband died." "shut up!" "shut up!" "shut up!" "you're not keeping somebody out!" "you're keeping somebodyin!" "yes, you've got to help me." "if he gets through, i'll die." "no!" "laurel... no, don't." "it's time for me to go." "no, you can't go away, please." "i'm sorry." "it's been a long time." "too long." "youhave to let me go." "no." "yes, laurel." "this isn't even me anymore." "it's just a shadow-- a memory." "i can't live without you." "if you go, i'll die." "no, laurel, listen." "listen to me." "i love you." "i want you to go on." "i need you to go on-- for me-- so my life will have meant something for me and the kids." "for what we had... 40 beautiful years." "you were always so strong." "you were always there for me." "now i want you to be strong for me one last time." "no." "it's all right." "it's going to be all right." "but i need... i need you to let me go." "live, laurel." "please." "how can i let you go when you never even said good-bye?" "good-bye, laurel, my true, my greatest love." "it was you who called me, wasn't it?" "not her." "why?" "why me?" "i think you know." "frank." "hey, look at you." "where's laurel?" "she's out back someplace." "we're having a poker game tonight." "i'll hold a place for you." "why bother?" "you know he never comes." "eat your cornflakes." "hello." "i know you're there, and i know you hear me." "and i can wait." "i can wait just as long as i have to." "you've burned your hand." "yes." "on a candle." "yes." "i'm sorry." "(bell dinging) last call for breakfast." "would you like something to eat?" "breakfast would be very nice, i think." "we have bacon, eggs, and toast and marma... ah, toast and jam and jelly." "and we've got hash browns, but i wouldn't go near those if i were you." "(narrator) mr. roger simpson leeds, lately returned from a journey into shadow, who found that there is no darkness so complete that it cannot be penetrated by the human heart or the twilight zone."