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Good evening, please come in.

These little objects d'art
that you see surrounding me,

you won't find in your
average art museum.

Because these are unusual
paintings and statuary that come to life

or death, whatever the case may
be, because this is the Night Gallery.

It's a measure of
our current mores

that we base an
economy on a credit plan.

We do things on
time, so to speak.

Purchase the item, use it
while you're paying it off.

And this adds up the intriguing
premise of this painting.

In which, the faith between
seller and buyer is the ultimate.

It's called Die Now, Pay Later.

Walt! Walt! I'm sure you've
got 101 good excuses, Walt.

But what I'm trying to tell
you is that this sale of yours

has got to come
to an end. Pronto!

Why if it don't, half the people in
this town's gonna wind up dead.

Why, whoever heard of
such a thing! Look at this!

Just look at this! "Giant
January Clearance sale.

"Once in a lifetime bargains."

Why, I never heard of
nothing so disgusting!

Everybody else does it.

Every other businessman in town gets
rid of surplus merchandise in this way,

why should I be any different?

Because you're an undertaker!

Undertakers don't have
yearend clearance sales!

I don't see why not! I've got all
these caskets I've got to get rid of.

I need new stock and
it's not just the caskets,

it's all these lovely
flowers, wax flowers,

visitor's books, these
candelabra. Here.

Here, this lovely crematory jar.

For $150 plus tax

I will sell you this
lovely crematory jar.

Now don't go getting
carried away, Walt.

It just isn't as simple
as you make it seem.

All right, Ned, you go ahead
and explain. It's not like you

to stand in between a
man and his business.

Not unless you have changed
radically in the last five years.

Five years! Has
it been that long?

Since Etta. Since you
and Etta tied the knot.

Oh, I don't play
checkers much anymore.

That old Jake Barker dropped
by once in a while for a game,

but I'm always so tensed
up waiting for him to cheat,

that I can't really
concentrate on my game.

Oh, Ned!

Why don't you just drop
whatever you think you're doing

and come on over here.
Sit down. By the fire.

Have a rest and
maybe drink a beer.

And we could play
a game of checkers.

Like in the good old days.

Listen, Walt, the thing
about this sale of yours is this,

well, since it started the death rate
in Thornton has gone up sky high.

Don't tell me you
haven't noticed it.

Well, I have been almighty busy ever since
I put the ad in the newspaper last Monday.

But, what about it? All these good
folks here getting a rare old bargain.

My January clearance sale.

I wish you would
stop calling it that.

Doesn't it seem to you like
more than a coincidence that

everybody'd start
dying off this week?

What are you getting at, Ned?

I've got reason to believe that

those people are lying in
there, in your half priced caskets

didn't all die of
natural causes.

In fact, it's my bet that
darn few of them did.

Your bet or Etta's?

Well, Walt, folks talk.

Etta talks.

Now she's my wife, Walt,
can't we leave her out of this?

I can.

Can you?

Oh, Ned!

Are you trying to tell me
that some of those good folks

lying in my back parlor
have been murdered?

I'm trying to
tell you just that.

There's going to be a ruckus around
this town if these deaths don't stop.

Been accidents mostly. Sarah
Hodasty, she fell off the back porch

and broke her neck.

And Wes Gannet who
everybody's known for a coon's age

that if he didn't stop messing
around with canned heat,

why, he'd wind up in trouble.

Coincidentally,
and Tom Franklin...

They're more than coincidences.

I'll grant you, you've been
too clever for me so far.

There hasn't been a case of poisoning
or anything else that I can prove.

But, the fact of the matter is, that
these folks that's been dying off

was all folks that, well, other folks have
been wanting to see dead for a long time.

Relatives and others that
had to pay the funeral costs.

Oh, now, it might be true, but, is
that any reason for me to stop my sale?

Sarah Hodasty,

now, everybody knows that she
left $20,000 to her nephew Jake.

Jake, good old Jake.

Jake, well now, let's see here,

Jake did come home
for Christmas, didn't he?

Yeah, he did. Just in
time to shove her off

the back porch and
collect his inheritance.

And then there was Wes Gannet.

Now Wes gave up that
canned heat five years ago

when he wound
up in the hospital.

But, here lately, why, Wes was

running around with
Grayson Brackett's wife

and, you know, there was some
folks that think they saw Grayson

down there by the railroad
tracks with Wes the night he died.

And then there was Frank Laster.

Now Frank's been working at
that box mill for going onto 25 years.

Strikes me as kind of odd
that he'd pick this week to

lose his balance
and fall into that saw.

And I don't suppose that I can prove
that just because Wilbur Parker was

standing behind him when he slipped
and fell has anything to do with Frank

winding up sliced
up like a sausage!

Frank was a bit
hard to fix up proper.

But I'm beginning to
see what you mean.

You know, Frank was
telling all around that Wilbur

didn't pay his bills, wasn't he?

That's right.

My point is, if you go
on with this sale, why...

Well, excuse me, Ned.

Yes? Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, that is shameful!

Aw!

Aw, a real shame.

Yes. Yes.

I'll be right over, ma'am.

Was that another one?

Yeah, Lucy Crockett

is gone, seems she
fell into the mill pond.

Well, that will be one that
will be impossible to prove.

Everybody in town hated Lucy.

Walt, if nothing else,
this ought to convince you.

Why, if there's just an outside
chance of there being a tie in

you gotta give up this sale.

Yes, I'm beginning
to see what you mean.

It's a shame though, folks are
taking advantage of the sale.

I mean, and you know I've
got such beautiful oak caskets,

with pink satin lining and
beautiful fancy pillows.

Now, I over-bought on all
this stock back in '58 and

I forgot that folks around
here like things simple.

So long as they have
to pay for it themselves.

Oh, dear, that's a shame though.

Now they're going to
lose out on a real bargain.

Shame.

You know, I never could
understand what Etta had against me.

Why was she so dead set
on busting up our friendship?

She swore she'd
leave me if I didn't.

But why? What did
she have against me?

Promise you won't
laugh if I tell ya.

How long have you known me, Ned?

You know, Etta had
some folks in Salem.

According to her people

there was a Peckinpah that got his
self burned at the stake for witchcraft.

Etta claims that he
was a relative of yours.

That is my
great-great-great-great-grandfather.

That was over 200 years ago.

Well, it don't make
Etta no never mind.

She says a thing like that
just naturally runs in the family.

Like a high hairline.

Well, she thinks
I'm a warlock, huh?

She actually believes
I am a warlock.

Well, I never did claim that
she was too high on intelligence.

Well, what she
lacked in logic, why,

she made up for it in plain
mule headed stubbornness.

A warlock! What do you know!

That's why you gotta call
off this doggone sale, Walt.

If you don't, why Etta's gonna
have it all over town that it's you

casting your evil spell,
slipping the devil into people,

that's upped our
local death rate.

Yes, that would cause a
terrible mess now, wouldn't it?

Amen to that, brother.

Excuse me, Ned.

Hello? Etta! Oh, it's you, Etta!

Ah! Ah! Yes. Yes, he's here.

Etta.

I swear that woman's
got built in radar.

Yes, dear.

Yes, dear.

Yes, dear.

Yes, dear.

Yes, dear. I'll be right home.

Yes, dear. Bye now.

You know, Ned, wouldn't
hurt to let this sale go on

for one more day now, would it?

Might even help.

Yeah. Might at that.

As usual, following the
course of the old switcheroo

on Night Gallery, a painting
called Room For One Less.

Sorry, folks. That is the limit.

Hey, Mac.

Quite.

A bizarre little item here
offered to the gourmet,

who takes his banquet seriously.

If sometime you were invited
to a picnic under the moon

you might best check
the other guests.

The ones who didn't
arrive in automobiles.

Who as a matter of fact, parked their
brooms in the corner of the meadow.

This little nocturnal clam
bake is called Witches' Feast.

Hand of monkey.

Brain of cat.

Eye of weasel.

Tail of rat.

Juice of mugwort.

Mastic, merle, all
within the pot we stir.

Oh! I'm hungry.

Patience, child, patience.

Here is the foam
of a mad dog's lips.

Gathered beneath
the moon's eclipse.

Ashes of a shroud consumed.

In a deadly vapor fume.

These within the mix I cast.

Stir the cauldron.

Stir it fast!

Over mountain.

Over valley.

Over woodlands.

Over waste.

On our count.

Broomsticks riding.

We have come.

In frantic haste.

I'm ravenous. Absolutely
stark-staring ravenous.

Then I tell you, you'll
just have to wait.

Stir the water.

Demon's daughter.

Till the tempest

gathers over us.

Till the thunder

strikes with wonder.

And the lightning

flash before us.

Heat the water,

demon's daughter.

Brew and seize our foes

and slaughter.

Oh, please tell me how
much longer will it be.

Until she gets here.

Heat the water.

Demon's daughter.

See the tempest

cast over us.

Lightning flashes.

Thunder crashes.

Wild winds sing

in lusty chorus.

What's keeping her?

She had to go all the
way to the warlock for it.

Oh! I could have formed a coven.

And held black mass.

Sacrificial version and all,
in the time it's taking her.

Oh! Juice of poppy.

Bruised with black hellebore

infused. Go!

Ah, mandrakes' bleeding roots.

Mixed with moonshades'

deadly fruits.

Viper's fang with venom filled.

Taken ere the beast was still.

And escape.

Food! Food! If she just
stopped talking about it.

Horn of hawks

and stir ox red.

Lapwings' blood

at midnight shed.

In the heated pot, we burn.

And in pungent vapor turn.

By this strong fumigation.

And this potent invocation.

Ah! It's about time.
All right, all right.

I'm sorry I'm late, but
you know the warlock

when he gets to gossiping.

Oh, no matter. As
long as you've got it.

Oh, I got it.

I got just what I went after.

Now, let me see. Who had...

Ham on rye, hold the lettuce?

Shh!

Our next painting
on Night Gallery

tells the story of an illusion.

An invisible specter which
guides and motivates and drives.

And though you'll never
see her, this childish wraith,

you'll know she's there.

And we venture to suggest that

you'll be chilled
by the knowledge.

Our painting is
called Little Girl Lost.

That's him.

It's his mind.

I can see.

What we're asking
won't be difficult.

Physically, that is.

Colonel, when did this happen?

Six months ago.

How?

A hit and run driver, police
never did find out who.

The mother?

Died in childbirth.

What, uh... What's
the little girl's name?

Ginney.

Well, what's your reaction?

Well... Why me?

You cleared security.

And I'm loathe to mention it,

but our Professor Putman has a
natural sympathy for the afflicted.

Oh, you mean my aluminum leg

due to a slight malfunctioning
of the ejection seat.

It's important that he like you.

He certainly doesn't
like any of us here.

Look, I can't do anything

if you don't tell
me why I'm doing it.

It wouldn't be an
exaggeration to say

that the future of this country
depends on the professor.

He was working on something

when his little girl was killed.

It destroyed him.

He only began working again

after he established
his delusion.

Now he refuses to work here.

And we can't keep
him here, except as...

Well, as you saw him.

Now, we want his genius.

And in order to get it, we
have to play the game his way.

And let him work when
he wants, where he wants.

Exactly!

And he needs protection.

But you're not only his
bodyguard, you're his friend.

Pass over his findings to us

and above all, keep him happy.

Well, does he give any reason
for wanting to leave here?

He says "It's not the right
place to bring up a young girl."

Considering his
delusion, of course,

he's perfectly right about it.

So we have to let him go.

Well, Mr. Burke?

In other words,
you want me to be

a nursemaid to a ghost.

That's about it.

Ginney. Very pretty.

Was this taken on
her eighth birthday?

Well, Ginney was... Ginney is

very pretty.

Oh, good morning, Mr. Burke.

Good morning, Professor.

Well, good morning, Ginney.

Did you have a
good breakfast, huh?

I'm afraid not.

The weather, I think.

But a trip to the seaside
will be the antidote for that.

Some sunshine will do
her a world of good. Yeah.

She is a bit pale. But
what about your work?

Oh, that won't interfere.

You see, we'll each have
our own... Our own rooms.

Well, my darling. When
would you like to leave, hmm?

Right away.

Well, it'll be fine
with me. I'll...

I'll pack.

And, Ginney, I won't forget
your favorite red dress, huh?

Ah! Now, I might
have forgotten that.

I do forget things, you see.

The hackneyed concept of
the absent-minded professor.

Well, laymen don't understand.

Laymen?

Laymen.

I've often wondered
who they really are.

Ordinary people, I suppose.

But what's ordinary? Is it, uh,

good or bad? Is
it frail or strong?

Answer me. What is ordinary?

People with faults.

Faults?

Faults. Yes, that's the word.

And one must protect
against those faults

that can be so dangerous.

Well, children, you see,

now, what chance have
they against those of us

who commit mistakes
and justify them as

ordinary?

Now, don't you worry about that.

We will protect you.

Come in.

Ah, Mr. Burke.

Ginney tells me you two
had a wonderful time today.

Yes, she really has some
appetite for cotton candy.

You found out about that, eh?

And her swimming.

You didn't let her go
out too far, did you?

Oh, no. No, sir.

And I didn't trust her
to the lifeguards either.

You kept her in
sight the whole time?

Oh, absolutely, sir.

Good, Burke.

Incompetence, you
know, that's another thing.

Oh, it's easy to deal
with deliberate evil

but think of what
the incompetence...

And, sir, if you remember,

she really doesn't need
anyone to watch over her.

That's right.

Half fish, I'd say.

Here, sir. Let me do that.

You? Yes.

Ginney, you don't mind if
I brush your hair, do you?

No, I won't hurt you.

As a matter of fact, I brush
my own hair every day.

And, look, if I catch a snag

then I promise I'll tell
you a bedtime story, huh?

Oh, oh, honey, I'm sorry.

Well, I promised
you if I hit a snag

I'd tell you a bedtime story.

Which one?

Well, she told me today that
her favorite was The Three Bears.

You're right, she
adores that one.

There you are.

Now, we're all done.

Kiss your daddy good night

and then I'll take you and
tuck you in bed. Hmm?

Oh. Come on now.

Here we go.

Perfect.

Just...

Now,

once upon a time,

there were these three bears.

The papa bear,

mama bear, and
the little baby bear.

And they...

They lived in the forest
in a pretty, little cottage.

One day,

the three bears went
out to look for food.

And while they were gone,

a little girl came
to the forest and

she saw the cottage.

And

she thought it was pretty.

And she went inside.

And...

Asleep? Yeah. Yes, sir.

Of course, it took me
Little Red Riding Hood too.

You got yourself
a fine girl there, sir.

Well, thank you, Tom.

May I call you Tom?

I'm honored, sir.

You know, I'm glad
she's taken to you.

I'm too old for her.

Science, immersed
in abstracts, theories.

No time for
normalities, humanity.

As you might expect, it was a...

A late marriage.

Efforts to conceive.

And then her mother, dead.

Well, I've tried to do
the best I can but...

Ginney needs to be
around young people more.

It's funny, you know, I really feel
that I can get down to this now.

Uh, don't you have
any curiosity about this?

Oh, no, sir. No?

None at all?

Doc, I've conditioned
myself against it.

Against what?

Well, what's none
of my business.

Well, this is your business.

This is the business
of all mankind.

But unfortunately, mankind is not
privileged to find out about it yet.

Well, if you'll excuse me, sir.

A young girl can lead
you a merry chase.

I think I'll turn in.

Oh, fine.

Goodnight, Tom.

Yeah, he's working.

But I don't like
it. Neither do I.

I'm a doctor of the
mind. My job is to heal.

What would you think of a doctor who
deliberately encouraged cancer in a man

because it increased his IQ?

Well, I think that would depend
on what he does with that IQ.

Well, I can't tell you
what he's working on.

I will say I feel he'd be
much better off dead.

A stranger, some incident.

Any number of a thousand things

could make our professor realize
that he's been living in a dream.

If you can't live with
something, you escape it.

He's escaping by forgetting.

And the trouble is he
can't forget enough.

So, he keeps on trying.

Dementia praecox.

It isn't very nice.

Yeah, I know, but with
the proper therapy...

Oh, proper therapy, man!

Damn it, they won't
allow us time for that.

They want what he can do now!

So, they give him his dream

until he's done his
dirty work and then...

And then what? Forget
him? Let him go mad?

Why not?

What better way to
safeguard the knowledge?

By allowing his mind to
lapse into total insanity.

Now, what possible good could
he be to any foreign power then?

No, we wouldn't do that.

Oh, wouldn't we?

Mr. Burke...

My profession is in
understanding the human mind.

You take a group of
men, split responsibility,

avoidance of guilt,

add a dash of security,
fear, patriotism,

the natural desire to
follow the easy path,

and the even more natural
desire to be all-powerful.

Surely you can see our
professor doesn't stand a chance.

Well, Ginney, I imagine that after
two weeks of cotton candy and sweets

I wouldn't be
very hungry either.

She does look wonderful though.

Nothing like sea air.

Hmm, I'm sorry,
sir, this seat's taken.

Oh, it is, huh?

Then where's the plate?

The...

Now, listen you, there's not another
chair in the place, and I'm hungry.

There's a larger
table just over here.

Please.

I'm sorry, sir. Oh, that's okay.

Tom.

The world is full of bad people.

Oh, that guy? Forget him.

Forgive me if it's a
delicate subject but

your leg... A mistake.

Mistake? Well, not at all
deliberate, I assure you that.

Assembly of the
modern aircraft today,

as if I need to tell you, involves
a great number of people

doing a great number
of complicated tasks.

And someone was incompetent.

Well, the ejection
mechanism there.

Of course.

That's what I mean. Excuses

in the name of human
frailty, when all it amounts to

is that the world is
infected with destroyers

of one kind or another.

Just criminals, murderers, people
that would be better off dead.

Sometimes... Sometimes, Tom, I
wish that something would happen

where they would all just die.

Look, forget about him, sir.

I mean, that's life, you see.

Well, it takes all kinds to
make a world, doesn't it?

How's the work, huh?

Oh.

It's finished, you can
have the results tonight.

That's what you
wanted, isn't it?

The final set of equations

so they could begin testing?

Look, Professor...

Tests on controlled fission
of non-radioactive materials.

Bigger and better bombs
at a fraction of the cost.

Oh, the demented fools. Why
don't we get out of here, huh?

Why don't we take
Ginney for a walk, huh?

Why don't we buy her dolls?

Such eagerness.

A general himself

fetching the papers.

Enjoying the ride, honey? Well,
good. Oh, we'll stop for lunch soon.

Murdering fools.

Sir, that kind of talk, I'm
afraid, is scaring Ginney.

Sir! Sir, Ginney!

You could have
killed both of us.

I know, I'm sorry.

Okay, I'll drive.

Yes.

You drive.

Wherever.

Keep your voice down.

And what then?

I took the wheel.

Well, anything else? Did you
do something, say anything?

I said, uh...

He could have killed us
both and he... Both of you?

Dear God.

You...

You stopped him just in time

from committing suicide.

But why should he
want to kill himself?

I don't know.

You know, a funny
thing, last night.

We went to this
restaurant for dinner

and some guy came
over and he tried to take

the chair I was
saving for Ginney.

Well, it...

It, it was... It was
resolved and...

And? Afterwards,
for the first time,

he asked me about my leg.

Yes.

I told him the truth.

That someone in assembly
had made a mistake

that caused the
mechanism to malfunction.

And he gave you the papers.

The papers have arrived by now.

And they're hard
at work on the tests.

I, uh... I want to
see the professor.

Oh, Ginney, Ginney.

We'll all be with you soon.

Me, Mommy, Tom.

You like Tom, don't you?

The world is rotten, darling.

Bad men, all bad.

Better dead.

All the same, all together.

No matter, he can't hear us now.

What do you mean, Doctor?

You can't fool the subconscious.

He knows she's dead.

Oh.

I didn't mean to... Oh,
it's not your fault, Burke.

It's us, all of us.

Can a man remain a genius when
his mind is clouded by delusion?

No.

But by your pretending
that Ginney was still alive,

you took over his delusion.

He could be objective
and finish his work.

But he was talking as if
he was going to see her.

Yes, and the only
way to do that is to die.

And he can't commit conscious
suicide, you see, that's the conflict.

The conflict that
leads to insanity.

And the desperate need to
escape from opposing problems.

And that is the man

who worked out the
means to create fission

with non-radioactive materials.

What are you saying, Doctor?

Do I have to explain?

But look, it's madness to
give them the wrong formula.

Madness or perhaps
the perfect solution.

Is it... Is it too late?

I'm afraid it is.

When our world
goes up in flames,

he'll be revenged on
the murder of his little girl.

And at the same time,

he'll be with her in
the only way he can.