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My second favorite Twilight Zone episode… On Marathon today at 1:30 PM!

Narrator: What you are about to watch is a nightmare. It is not meant to be prophetic, it need not happen, it’s the fervent and urgent prayer of all men of good will that it never shall happen. But in this place, in this moment, it does happen. This is the Twilight Zone.

Marty Weiss: Bill, it’s Marty, please let us in.

Dr. Bill: Marty, I would if I could, do you understand? I swear to you I would.

Marty: Bill, please, it’s Marty.

Dr. Bill: Marty I can’t, don’t stand there asking me. I can’t, I can’t and I won’t.

Marty: I feel sorry for you, Bill, I really do, you probably will survive but you’ll have blood on your hands.

[pounds on the shelter door]

Marty: YOU’RE A DOCTOR! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO HELP PEOPLE! Help! Help! Help!

Dr. Bill: [to his wife and son] That was a million years ago…

Man: Why don’t we get some kind of battering ram?

Frank: Yeah, we could go over to Bennett Avenue, Phil Cline has some heavy pipe in his basement, I’ve seen it.

Man: No, no, that would bring him into the act too, and who cares about saving him? No, if we do that, we’ll let all those people know we have a shelter on our street. We’ll have a whole mob to contend with, with a whole bunch of strangers.

Mrs: Henderson: Sure, and what right have they got to come over here? This isn’t their street, this isn’t *their* shelter.

Jerry: Ohhhh, this is *our* shelter, and on the next street that’s another country. Patronize home industries, you idiots, you fools, you’re insane, all of you.

Jerry: Hey that’s a great idea, block party, anything to get back to normal, huh?

Dr. Bill: Normal? I don’t know. I don’t know what normal is. I thought I did once. I don’t anymore.

Jerry: I told you we’d pay for the damages, Bill.

Dr: Bill: Damages? I wonder. I wonder if anyone of us has any idea what those damages really are. Maybe one of them is finding out what we’re really like when we’re normal; the kind of people we are just underneath the skin. I mean all of us: a bunch of naked wild animals, who put such a price on staying alive that they’d claw their neighbors to death just for the privilege. We were spared a bomb tonight, but I wonder if we weren’t destroyed even without it.

[closing narration]

Narrator: No moral, no message, no prophetic tract, just a simple statement of fact: for civilization to survive, the human race has to remain civilized. Tonight’s very small exercise in logic from the Twilight Zone.