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There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man.

It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity.

It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and

superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his

knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.

It is an area which we call the twilight zone.

joey crown musician with an odd intense face whose life is a quest for

impossible things like flowers in concrete or like trying to pluck a note

of music out of the air and put it under glass to treasure

All right, Joey.

What do you say about it?

Listen, I... I brought along my baby.

I thought you might need somebody with a horn.

Not tonight, Joey.

The last time you played trumpet for me, you loused it up.

I had to share you with a bottle.

A bottle? Me?

I forgot what the stuff tastes like.

Six, seven months, I'm way up on the wagon. Sure, Joey, sure. What am I, some

kind of kook?

I know what that stuff does to me, but I ain't an old man.

Me and the horn, we got a lot of years left. I could be a number one boy.

What am I going to do, chuckle away on some bum harlot?

Listen, that's a pretty mellow horn.

I got some nice music in here.

You know yourself, when I pick it up and I blow it, I can make them cry.

What do you say, Ben?

times, Joey, huh?

For old times when you had it.

A magic horn.

Harry James and Max Kaminsky and Butterfield. A little bit of all of

them, baby.

You traded it off for some bad hooch and you got took.

You got the crummy end of the stick. Why, Joey? Why?

Because I'm sad.

Because I'm nothing.

Because I'll live and die in a crummy one-roomer with dirty walls and cracked

pipes.

I'll never even have a girl.

I'll never be anybody.

Because half of me is this horn.

I can't even talk to people, Baron, because... this horn, that's half my

language.

But when I'm drunk, Baron... Oh, when I'm drunk, boy...

I don't see the dirty walls or the cracked pipes.

I don't know the clock's going, that the hours are going by.

Because then I'm Gabriel.

Oh, I'm... I'm Gabriel with a golden horn.

And when I put it to my lips, it... comes out jewels.

It comes out a symphony.

It comes out the smell of...

Of fresh flowers in summer.

Comes out beauty.

Beauty.

When I'm drunk, Barron.

Only when I'm drunk.

Just plain, ordinary nothings.

Oh, man.

I'm tired of hanging around.

Joey Crown, musician with an odd intense face, who in a moment will try to leave

the earth and discover the middle ground, the place we call the twilight

zone.

Back again, huh, Joey?

Hi, Nate.

This time I'm selling it.

Eight and a half.

Eight and a half?

All right.

Eight and a half.

Sign it.

I got enough instruments now to equip Sousa's band. I need another bugle like

I need my taxes raised.

Don't worry, I ain't getting that price so fast.

I got an overhead, too, you know.

Guys like you, you don't understand that.

What kind of responsibility somebody like you got, hmm?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Yeah.

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

No responsibilities.

No nothing.

Look, Officer, I assure you, I'm not what you would call drunk, you see.

Well, you can ask Officer Flaherty, who's usually on this beat.

Well, he'll tell you I'm not the kind of a guy who runs around and...

Excuse me, buddy, you haven't had a...

Excuse

me, pal, you haven't had a match?

I said you haven't had a match.

Movies better never?

Oh, look, lady, I ain't a masher.

What, you see... I know the girl that usually works here, Gracie. I was going

to tell her what happened to me.

This big truck and I, we tangled, and the first thing I knew, I was... Well,

look, at least you can be a little courteous.

Now, listen.

Sometimes somebody's trying to pull a gag.

Somebody's trying to shake me up.

Now, look.

Something's going on now. Somebody's trying to pull...

Look, fella, you haven't had a light.

That's it?

I'm just plain old deceased.

Hey, I'm a ghost. You know, that truck made it after all.

I'm haunting you.

I'm a ghost. Bougie, bougie!

For the first time in the very short life of Joey Crown, he was successful at

something.

Charlie's off, huh?

You don't hate me either, do you?

Nobody hear me?

Anybody see me?

I used to come in here a lot.

Of course, I don't recognize any of you people.

None of you, of course, would have noticed me.

I mean, uh... You don't hear me either, do you?

I'm not the kind of guy you would notice.

Well, Charlie, every now and then he used to give me a drink on the house.

He was a nice guy, Charlie.

You know what he did one time?

You know what he did?

Charlie went out and bought an old Tommy Dorsey record from way back.

When I was playing with him.

And on this record, there was a long single with me on the horn.

Old Charlie goes and orders it.

Like a big surprise for me.

Puts it on the juke.

Would you believe it?

A nice thing like that from old Charlie.

When I was alive.

Don't stop it.

It's coming out beautiful.

Thanks. That's all.

You said thanks.

Thanks.

You hear me?

I hear you.

You see me?

Very clearly.

Oh, you're a ghost too, huh?

Not really.

I am.

I stepped in front of a rather large vehicle this morning. It ain't good for

the health, believe me.

You want to blow this a while, Joey?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'd like to.

You mind?

Whatever you like.

Joey. You call me Joey.

Joey Crown, that's the name, isn't it?

Yeah, that's my name, but we ain't ever been introduced.

Not formally, but I know who you are.

You play a nice trumpet.

I know I'm an expert on trumpets.

Ain't no slouch on it, that's for sure.

Go ahead.

How come you know who I am?

You say you're not a ghost, you're not dead.

No, I'm not dead.

Neither are you, Joey.

I'm not.

By no means.

But what about the people in the bar?

The girl in the ticket booth and the people in the streets?

They are dead.

They're the ghosts, Joey. They just don't know it, that's all.

Sometimes, to make it easier, we have to work it that way.

We let them go on in a life that they're familiar with.

They never know for a long while.

But that's why they couldn't hear you.

You're the one that's alive.

But like I said, I stepped off a curb. That you did.

Right now, you're in a kind of a limbo, Joey. You're neither here nor there.

You're in the middle, between the two.

The real and the shadow.

Which do you prefer, Joey?

Which do I prefer?

You know something?

I always felt I was getting dealt from the bottom.

Well, maybe.

Maybe I just forgot how much there was for me.

And maybe I forgot about...

About the music that I could make on this horn and how nice it sounded.

And going into Charlie's and talking to people and maybe going to a movie now

and then, huh?

You know, I never won a beauty contest, but, you know, I had friends. I mean, I

had good friends. Good ones.

Yeah, somewhere along the line, I just forgot all the good things.

That's what happened, you know. I just forgot.

You've got a choice, you know.

Choice?

There's still time.

Well, if I've got a choice... I mean, if I've got a choice, then I want to go

back.

Understand?

I want to go back.

All right.

You go back.

But, Joey, no more stepping off curbs.

Take what you get and you live with it.

Sometimes it's sweet frosting, nice gravy.

Sometimes it's sour, it goes down hard, but you live with it, Joey.

That's a nice talent you got.

Make music, move people, make them want to laugh, make them want to cry,

make them tap their feet, make them want to dance.

That's an exceptional talent, Joey.

Don't waste it.

See you around, Joey.

Hey!

Hey, mister!

What is it, Joey?

I didn't get your name.

How's that?

Your name! I didn't get your name!

My name?

Call me Gabe.

Gabe?

Gabe.

Short for Gabriel.

Bye, Joey.

I couldn't see you, pal.

You stepped right out in front of me. Lucky I only grazed you.

Oh, that's okay. No harm done.

Now, look.

I ain't had an accident for 14 years.

And I'd be obliged to if you, uh... Well, you know. No doctors, no insurance

companies. Nothing like that.

Be a nice guy, huh, pal?

You play it beautifully.

Thanks.

I gave it up this morning, but I'm taking it back.

The bugle and me till death do us part.

I'm new here.

I've never even been in New York before.

I just moved in.

My name's Nan.

Hi. I'm Joey.

Joey Crown.

Will you play some more?

Sure.

I'll play whatever you like for as long as you like it.

You know, you may like it here.

It's not a bad town.

Oh, I'm sure it isn't.

Maybe... Maybe you could show me some of it.

Me? Sure, I'd love to.

I could show you the battery and I could show you Central Park.

I could show you 52nd Street.

We could go in and listen to some good jazz and... Joey Crown, who makes music

and who discovered something about life that it can be rich and rewarding and

full of beauty, just like the music he played.

If a person would only pause to look and to listen.

Joey Crown, who got his clue in the Twilight Zone.

Rod Serling, the creator of Twilight Zone, will tell you about next week's

story after this word from our alternate sponsor.

And now, Mr.

Serling.

Next week, you'll meet the occupant of this desk, whose name is James B.W.

Beavis, a warm and winning 20th century oddball about a mile and a half from the

norm. He likes things like zither music, little kids, and stuff like this.

Orson Bean stars next week on The Twilight Zone as Mr. Beavis, and Henry

Jones plays his guardian angel.

He's this kind of oddball.

Kimberly Clark invites you to watch Steve McQueen in Wanted, Dead or Alive,

Saturday nights over most of these same stations.