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SERLING: Tonight's stars:

Joe Flynn,

Cameron Mitchell,

Elsa Lanchester,

Werner Klemperer,

Pernell Roberts

and Susan Oliver.

Good evening. Please come in.

These little objets d'art
that you see surrounding me

you won't find in your
average art museum

because these are
unusual painting and statuary

that come to life, or death,
whatever the case may be,

because this is
the Night Gallery.

For the horticulturist
amongst you, here's a dandy.

A lady who plants things and then
steps back and watches them grow,

roses, rhododendron, tulips,

and things never before to be found
coming out of the ground just put in.

The subject of this
painting has green fingers.

That the woman? That old chick?

Widow Bowen, 77 years old.

Lives on a $90 a month
endowment and social security.

Go on. That's it, Mr. Saunders.

I made her the standard
offer, I jumped it twice.

And what did she say?

She said her peonies were
better this year than ever... John.

And she planned to
put in tomatoes in April.

What she want?

Sir? What is her price?

A crummy stone cottage and
a half acre of string beans...

What is her price?

She doesn't have
one, she won't sell.

She'll sell.

We're just up against a New England
biddy with a little horse trader in her.

You obviously walked through that
door with your whole hand showing

and your tongue out,

so she can afford to be tough.

Mr. Saunders, I went
in there with your offer.

And in each hip pocket,
I had your second offer

and your final
offer respectively.

She gave me a
cup of tea, a wafer,

and we talked gardening
for an hour and a half.

She's not about to sell
out, to you or anyone else.

We'll see.

Mrs. Bowen? Oh, oh.

Yes, I'm Mrs. Bowen.
Isn't it a lovely day?

You got a nice place here.

Isn't it though?

And look at those roses,
aren't they a sight to behold?

You know who I am?

Well, you're not
from around here.

The name is Saunders,
Michael J. Saunders.

Oh.

Can I offer you a cup of tea?

I'm putting up a factory
here, Mrs. Bowen.

I'm going to employ
several thousand men.

That's nice.

I've bought up 11,000
acres of land here.

Over there, over
there, over there...

Well, everywhere,
everything, except right here.

Right here?

Right where we're
standing, Mrs. Bowen,

this sort of rinky-dink
pimple on the arm of progress.

My. Oh, yes, yes, there
was a young man here.

That young man,
he represented me.

Now, Mrs. Bowen, he offered you

a considerable amount
of money for your place

out of respect, Mrs.
Bowen, out of courtesy.

Yes, I recall. A
great deal of money.

But, of course, it's quite
out of the question, Mr...

Mr... Saunders.

Michael J. Saunders.

Mr. Saunders. You see,
I've lived here all my life.

I was married in this
cottage. Mr. Bowen died here.

That was of course
ten years ago.

And he loved this
garden. Look, lady,

I've come all the
way from Philadelphia.

These roses particularly Mr. Bowen
liked... Now, let's just stop the waltz.

Please, let's get down to cases.
How much will you take for the place?

I won't take anything
for it. I don't want to sell it.

You see, well, this
is my whole life,

my garden and my cottage.

Why, I have no intention of
selling it to anyone. Not to anyone.

Why, I could show you things that
I've grown here that would amaze you.

I don't amaze, lady.

But one morning
you're going to wake up

to the sound of bulldozers leveling these
hills right off the face of the earth.

There's going to be 20 miles of railroad
track leading right up to your front door

and a foundry nuzzling
up the backyard.

There's gonna be assembly
plants on either side,

I'm gonna have six smoke
stacks blotting out the sun.

Now, how would
that grab you? Hmm?

Lady, did you hear what I said?

Clearly.

There gonna be 11,000 acres
of concrete, asphalt and steel.

But not on this spot.
Here, there will be flowers

and vegetables and all
sorts of lovely growing things.

You see, I have green fingers.

You got what? Green fingers.

Everything I plant
grows. Everything.

Now, come with me just for
a minute. Come over here.

I want to show you something.
Now, look at that tree.

Nearly four foot high.

I planted it nearly a month
ago. And do you know what it is?

It's a piece of kindling.

I know that sounds
absurd, but that's what it is.

Why, the folks in the village, well,
they thought I was a witch or something

because a week after I
planted it, it had green sprouts.

And look at it now. A
healthy growing thing

that will be a lovely
shade tree someday.

Some men have very readable faces,
Mr. Saunders. Yours, for example.

I can just see those
wheels going round.

You can't butter me up and you can't
bulldoze me off like those lovely hills.

Now you're thinking
I'm not all there.

Or maybe a court order, or
whatever those things are called,

to prove a person
is not quite right.

Well, I have all my
faculties, Mr. Saunders.

Look, lady, I don't care if you plant
oilcans and up come gas stations,

but I am committed to
an industrial complex here.

And this crummy little weed
patch is a bone in my throat.

Now, I have studied
5,000 sheets of blueprints

and every line
converges right here.

Now why can't you take my best
offer and buy yourself another place,

build yourself another cottage and
plant yourself another damn garden?

Well, what about it?

What about what?

Now, you listen
to me, Mrs. Bowen,

you ain't exactly a sphinx.
You can be read also.

You figure you got a
good thing going here.

You figure you're gonna
get me to hoist up the price

until I pay you
the national debt.

You listen to me, lady,

I have already offered you five
times what this museum piece is worth.

That is rock bottom
line right now.

Now, you take
it or you leave it.

When you were a little boy, Mr. Saunders,
you must have been very spoiled.

You must have gotten
everything you asked for.

Or screamed for.

Look, lady. Lady, I
was never a little boy.

When I was eight years old,

I worked as a grease monkey in
a garage for four bucks a week.

I was a hundred pounds
of tight skin and bones.

I don't forget that.

And now, what I go after, I get.

I'm truly sorry, Mr. Saunders,

but this cottage, these
flowers and these plants,

this you do not get.

Good day to you, Mr. Saunders.

Well, you have obviously met
the enemy and she is not yours.

You listen to me, Ernie.

I have taken tycoons and
stripped them down to their skivvies,

I have taken interlocking corporations
that spread out all over Europe,

I've bought up their stocks and
shoved them in my hip pocket.

I have turned banking
houses into orphanages.

You think I'm gonna be stopped by
some antique broad with a pitchfork?

Come on, John!

Yes, sir, I do.

You looking for me?

Your name Crowley?

That's right.

Your name is? Never mind.

Somebody fill you
in on what's needed?

Old lady down in the
cottage. That the assignment?

Her name's Bowen.
So what's to do?

I thought somebody
filled you in.

Oh, no. I know you want her off.

That much of the picture's
been drawn for me.

What I want you to
do is read me the limits.

There aren't any.

I can go the route?

Mmm. Within reason.

You're putting a
hobble on me, mister.

You know, somebody
says "within reason" to me,

it means I do it
left-handed and with gloves.

And the other way?

The other way is you
leave it entirely up to me.

I want her out of
there. That's all I want.

You've got it. Breakfast
time tomorrow.

What's going on?

That what we're trying
to figure out, Sheriff.

We don't know whether to call
Missing Persons or Homicide.

He's not here?

Somebody drove by a half hour
ago, heard her scream, phoned in.

We were here in
ten minutes easy.

The broken flower pots, the ax over
there, that's all we got to go on, Sheriff.

Blood on the blade, add that.

Hey, Sheriff, got a radio call.

They picked up a guy
in town. He ran a light.

His clothes were
covered with blood.

Did you get a statement?

No, sir. They chased him
and he ran into a brick wall.

He won't be giving any
statements, not in this time.

My dear God.

What is it, Mrs. Bowen? Oh!

Oh, my God.

We'll get you to the
hospital, Mrs. Bowen.

Looks like she lost
part of her hand.

Finger. The man who did
this is dead, Mrs. Bowen.

He came right into my
kitchen. He didn't even knock.

And he had my ax in his hand. He
must have got it from under the tree.

Then he went after me.
He went right after me.

Then he grabbed my arm.

Now, come on, Mrs. Bowen.
You've lost a lot of blood.

Oh, yes, I know. And you know,

he said he'd keep coming back
and each time he'd cut off more.

First a finger, then
a hand, then an arm.

He not coming back to
do anything, Mrs. Bowen.

My finger. You know,
he cut off my finger.

Larry, call the hospital
and tell them we're coming.

I have green fingers,
you know, Sheriff.

Everything I plant
grows. Everything.

I've heard that, Mrs. Bowen.

Yes, of course, I think
it's the soil, you know.

It's a combination of how I
feel about planting things...

Careful here.

It's really an attitude about...

Yes, Mrs. Bowen. How a
person feels, Sheriff, you see.

Get right in, get right in.

If a person feels...
You know, when they...

What I mean is,
you see, Sheriff,

if a person loves the earth
and loves growing things...

Shock, loss of blood, age...

Happens this way
when they're that old.

She was talking to me
all the way over here.

Yes, they often do.

Like a cup emptying.
Remarkable old woman.

I can remember her when I was a
kid. The widow Bowen and her garden.

Planted everything.

Right up to the end.

When we found her, she
was out there with a trowel,

digging and planting.

Planting what?

Ernie, what do you want?

I just came to offer
my congratulations.

You sound unhappy, Ernie.
Mmm-hmm. That's it. You're unhappy.

An old woman is dead.

I didn't order that killing.

You know that.

I just wanted to scare her off.

That animal Crowley
just went too far.

But, you got to admit,
he paid for the trip.

So, what are you
doing now? Gloating?

Mmm-hmm. Yeah. That's the
word you want to use, I'm gloating.

Nice scenery, Ernie.

Yes, sir, that old lady was
right. She planted a nice garden.

Green fingers. Can you
imagine? Green fingers.

My mama had a green thumb.

Yeah, my old lady, she
used to grow these things.

I remember I was a little boy in
Atlanta, growing them on the fire escape.

And I remember the
names of most of them.

There was geraniums
and zinnias and peonies.

Once, I think,
she tried daffodils.

I think it was daffodils.
They were like these over...

Oh, my God.

Ernie.

Oh, no.

Ernie!

Ernie, don't go! Ernie,
wait. Ernie, come back!

Come back, Ernie,
come back. Come back.

Ernie, come... Come...

Mrs. Bowen.

Mrs. Bowen, Mrs. Bowen.

Where are you?

Where...

All right, widow lady.

All right.

Where are you?

Where... Where are you?

Mrs. Bowen.

Mr. Saunders, I
have green fingers.

Did you know that?

Everything I plant grows.

Even me.

There you are.

You want to hear
something? Mama? Anybody?

You want to hear
the funniest thing?

You know, from little acorns

mighty oaks grow. That's a fact.

But do you... Do
you know what grows

from old ladies' fingers?

Hmm?

Old ladies.

Old ladies.

Funeral home art,
you might call it.

Example, this item here.

The somber silence of shrouds.

The gray, unhappy
light of a sunless dawn

and a horse-drawn casket,

very much in keeping
with the motif of this place.

The title of the
painting, Funeral.

Come in.

Good evening.

Good evening.

I am Milton Silkline.

My name is Asper.

Mr. Asper. May I take your coat?

Please.

Very attractive coat, Mr. Asper.

Thank you.

Attractive indeed.

I always think a
touch of velvet...

Won't you be seated? Thank you.

May I say, Mr. Asper, that
I'm very proud to meet you.

That's very kind of you.

Now then, how can Silklines
help to ease your sorrow?

I should like to arrange
for a funeral service.

Of course. You've
come to the right place.

"When your loved ones lie upon
that lonely couch of eternal sleep,

"let Silkline draw
the coverlet."

Mrs. Silkline wrote that.

We like to pass that along to
people that come to us for comfort.

Very nice. Extremely poetic.

But now to the point.

I should like to engage
your largest parlor.

I see. Well, that would
be the Eternal Rest Room.

It's purple. That's a
royal color, you know.

Splendid.

I should also like to purchase
your most expensive casket.

Well, I think that
can be arranged.

With gold trimmings.

With gold trimmings.

I feel that Silkline will be
able to meet your every need

in this moment of
your grievous sorrow.

Of course, naturally, the
things that you are requiring,

they will involve just a
wee bit more expenditure.

Oh, please, please, the
cost is of no importance to me.

I want only the very best.

Well, it shall be
so, sir. It shall be so.

Capital.

Now, would you be
interested in having

our Mr. Mossmound
deliver his sermon

on "Crossing the River
Styx Without a Paddle"?

I think not.

Oh. Were you planning, then, on
having a denominational ceremony?

A friend of mine will
speak at the service.

Oh, I see. Yes.

Now then, the name of
the deceased, if I may ask?

Asper.

Oh. Relative?

Me.

Oh, pardon me, sir, I thought
for a moment that you said...

Me. Me?

Well, let me explain.

You see, I never
had a proper going off.

It was catch as catch
can, you might say.

All improvised.
Nothing... How shall I say?

Tasty.

I always regretted that.

I always intended
to make up for it.

Really, sir. I mean, really!

What is it?

I am just as perfectly willing as the
next man to engage in a little badinage,

but not during working hours.

May I remind you where
you are. This is Silklines.

This is a most
respected ossuary.

This is not a place
for trivial joking.

This is not a joke.

Is that...

I came here with a purpose in mind and
I expect to have that purpose gratified.

Do you understand?

Now, next Tuesday,
at exactly 8:30 p.m.,

my friends and I will
arrive here for the service.

You will have everything
prepared by then.

But I...

Full payment will be made
following the exequies.

Do you understand?

Well... Need I remind you, sir,

that this affair is of
great importance to me?

I expect nothing to go wrong.

Oh, one more thing.

That mirror in the
foyer, remove it,

and I may add any others

my friends and I may chance upon
during our stay in your establishment.

Good night, sir.

Good evening.

Good evening.
You're right on time.

I must say, you're looking
remarkably well to need...

Would you follow me?

The Eternal Rest Room.

Absolutely marvelous.

Do come in.

Good, master. Is good.

Formidable.

Tasty.

Very nice.

Excellent.

Good. Is good coffin, master.

Aye, be that a casket or
be that a casket, Delphinia?

Splendid. Splendid. Just
what I've always wanted.

There, there, lad.

Well, try it on for size then.

A perfect fit.

Master look good.
Look good in box.

Thank you, Ygor.

Bruce says we better start
because he has a 9:15 appointment.

Good. Start, start!

Here, ducks, come and sit by me.

I likes the pretty boys,
I do. Don't I, Delphinia?

Jenny, please be serious. You
know how important this is to me.

Aye, aye.

Come along, old fellow.

Hello, pretty boy.

Tasty.

Dear, friends, we're gathered
here together within these walls

to pay homage to our
comrade Ludwig Asper,

whom the dread fates have
elected to remove from existence

and ensconce within
eternity's domain.

Count, the scene.

Tasty.

Thus has Azrael,
that Stygian reaper,

extirpator of the lowly
and the high, naturellement,

seen fit to institute
a dark quietus on...

Clearer, clearer.

Jenny, please.

Seen fit to institute a
dark quietus on the quiddity

of he who is délabrement,

indeed, we may say bouleversement,
cannot but give us pause.

What'd he say?

This ain't no declamation
tourney, lad. Keep it crisp, I say.

Toad's teeth.

Requiescat in
pace, dear brother.

The memory of your eremitical
quintessence can only obsecrate petition...

Bruce said he had to go now
for his dinner appointment.

Count, please.

Am I to endure these
vulgar cacophonies?

Well, la-dee-da...

Silence, woman!

Jenny, I'm afraid you're
gonna have to leave.

No. He thinks to throw old
Jenny of Boston out, do ye?

Well, you got another
thing coming to ye then.

Jenny!

What are you doing?

Please, the carpeting.

Oh.

Tasty.

Sir, in addition to the contents of
this box, I wish to tender my regrets

that full decorum was not affected
by all of the guests at my funeral.

Except for that, the
preparations, as arranged by you,

were more than satisfactory.

A friend recommended you to me.

Cost is of no importance.

Cost is of no importance?

Well, you've... You've
come to the right place.

We have pomp's
for all circumstances.

What is the name of the
deceased, if I may ask?

Is it a relative?

We don't ask you to believe
this particular painting,

death's head hovering
over a jukebox,

but it does point out the
all-inclusive quality of the occult.

Phantom specters can be
found not only in haunted houses,

but in places you'd
least expect to find them.

Places like this.

Our painting is called
The Tune in Dan's Cafe.

Well, congratulations.

What?

You just established a new
world's record for driving in silence,

325 miles.

Kelly.

Can't you wait up?

Well, at least we don't have
to worry about reservations.

Kelly,

we got a few more days,
maybe we could try and...

It's not like we
have a bad life, is it?

I mean, we've got most of the
things that people dream of having

and, well, we've worked hard
for it. It's not like it was given to us.

That should build some kind of a
bond between two people, shouldn't it?

What're you trying
to do, memorize it?

Anybody work around here?

Hey, honey? Kelly?

You'll never guess
what they've got on here.

Roy, you're gonna
wear that record out.

Do you remember that song they
kept playing the first night we met?

Starlight Ballroom.

Who was gonna tear
the world apart, huh?

You.

Fifteen years ago. "Hello
there, my name is Joe Bellman,

"and you are beautiful."

Remember that?

If you leave me
tonight I will cry

Though you say we
will soon meet again

That's not what I played.

For the hours I've
spent here with you

Are like words from a poet's pen

Words like love

I don't even see
that one on here.

And goodness

Words like till death

Till death

Till death

They must've made a
mistake putting the records in.

Why should the jukebox work?

Nothing else has.

Well, just try something else.

Anybody here?

If you leave me
tonight I will cry

Though you say we
will soon meet again

For the hours I've
spent here with you

Are like words from a poet's pen

Words like love, and
truth, and goodness

Words like till death

Till death

Till death

Till death

Hope you haven't
been waiting long.

I was out back, watering. I
got a little garden out there.

What'll it be?

Kelly?

Just a hamburger.

Make that two.

You folks on vacation?

Heading home.

Where is it?

What?

Home.

Same place it's been
for the past seven years.

You picked it out, remember? Fifteen rooms,
swimming pool, tennis courts, gardens.

What more do you want, Kelly?

I don't know.

Maybe just some of
those 15 years back.

And you think a divorce
is gonna give them to you?

Kelly, they tore down the
Starlight Ballroom ten years ago.

If you leave me
tonight I will cry

Though you say we
will soon meet again

For the hours I've
spent here with you

Are like words from a poet's pen

Words like love, and
truth, and goodness

What's with that jukebox?

What about it?

Till death

Well, it started up by itself and
it keeps playing the same thing.

Mister, over the
past five years,

I've had it fixed more
times than I can remember.

I've changed the selections.
I've even replaced the jukebox.

But that's the only song it
ever plays. The only song.

But how?

Don't ask me.

You wouldn't believe it
anyhow. Nobody does.

They just stopped
coming here to eat.

I'd eat someplace else
myself if I didn't own the joint.

How did you want
these hamburgers?

What wouldn't I believe anyhow?

It just a theory, that's all.

I can't prove it, but
nothing else makes sense.

You see, it was their song, Roy
Gleason and his girlfriend Red.

If you leave me
tonight I will cry

Roy, you're gonna
wear the record out.

Then old Dan'll just
have to put in a new one.

Hey, how's my baby?

For the hours I've
spent here with you

Purr like a kitten.

Are like words from a poet's pen

Roy, people are looking.

So let them look.

What's wrong with kissing
your woman in public?

I'm not saying there's
anything wrong, Roy.

It's...

What if something
we're to happen to you?

I... I don't think I
could go on living.

Nothing is gonna go wrong, baby.

I know that store like
the back of my hand.

There's only one
clerk there at night.

And there must be at
least five grand in that safe.

Honey, look, I'm getting tired of
taking the risk for somebody else

and getting paid
in pocket money.

I want you to have
the best of everything.

It's beautiful, Roy.

Just a trinket.

Baby, you'll see,
in a little while.

What do you mean
"in a little while," Roy?

Baby, this important
deal came up.

More important than me?

Red, get off my back.
I'll be there in an hour.

Well, it better
not be any longer!

Roy.

I just went for a ride
with him, that's all.

Look, I got tired of
waiting for you, baby.

I didn't do anything wrong!

Dan, where is she?

She'll be here.

If you leave me
tonight I will cry

Sure she didn't call?

Man, I love that woman.

For the hours I've
spent here with you

Are like words from a poet's pen

Words like love, and
truth, and goodness

Dan...

Words like till death us do part

I know why she's not here.

Roy Gleason, we
know you're in there.

You have ten seconds to come
out with your hands in the air.

Take my heart, take
my heart, take my heart

For the hours I've
spent here with you

Are like words

Till death

Till death

Till death

Till death

Till death

Till death

Red picked up her $1000 reward
and just disappeared from sight.

But it's almost
like every jukebox I

install is waiting
patiently for her return.

But then what?

If you leave me
tonight I will cry

Though you say we
will soon meet again

For the hours I've
spent here with you

Joe.

Let's go home, Kelly.

For the hours I've
spent here with you

Are like words from a poet's pen

Words like love, and
truth, and goodness

Words like till death