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SERLING: Tonight's stars:

Vincent Price,

E.G. Marshall,

Imogene Coca,

Desi Arnaz, Jr.,

Victor Buono,

and Brandon de Wilde.

How nice of you all to
come to our little exhibition.

To the connoisseurs amongst you,

those tasteful few who
take their art seriously,

we acknowledge with no apologies

that you won't find the
works of the masters here.

Because in this particular salon

we choose our painting with
an eye more towards terror

than technique.

A little American gothic here

with the accustomed
accoutrements to mourning,

tombstones and tears

and the somber
look of the bereaved.

We generally cry at funerals
out of the sense of loss.

A poor unfortunate loved one
will no longer walk the earth.

He or she will simply
occupy six feet of it,

never to be seen
or heard from again.

Or at least we make an
assumption that that's natural law

and we subscribe to it.

But this painting here,

and we admit this
upfront, breaks that law.

It's called a Death
in the Family.

It offers up a
new view of death,

and it introduces
you to quite a family

who live here in
the Night Gallery.

Mr. Soames?

That's right.

From the Home?

That's right. They
said they called you.

A day or so ago.

Well, we're behind
in our deliveries.

I'm supposed to remind
you it's 100 bucks maximum,

payment 10 days
after the burial.

And you're supposed to
acknowledge construction of the coffin.

Up here, in the
right-hand corner,

it tells you what
grave it goes in.

Here it is. Grave 636.

It's in the charity
section. You can't miss it.

Sign here.

What about the name?

Name? What's his name, Joe?

Oh, it should be
on here. Here it is.

Simon Cotner.

Simon Cotner.

Could I trouble you
to bring him in there?

Yeah.

Excuse me. What about flowers?

Flowers?

Flowers.

And some kind of music?
Has a minister been chosen?

And there's the
question of mourners.

We got a little breakdown
of communication going here.

Our instructions
is to bring it here.

It's a charity burial,
paid for by the County.

They supply a suit, a blanket

and 100 bucks for the
formaldehyde and the ground.

A hundred bucks. And we'll
come back later for the stretcher.

And mourners?

Come again?

Mourners. People
to mourn his passing.

You know how long that
guy was in that home?

Thirty-odd years.

You know how many
friends he's got? Zero.

You know how many letters
he's received in all that time? Zero.

You know what they call that
oil-burner we delivered him in?

A meat wagon.

All right, let me lay it
out for you, Mr. Soames.

You wanna throw in a floral
wreath, a couple dozen weepers

a fife-and-drum corps,
that's your business.

But don't do it on our account.

When a man dies...

When a man dies, it ought
to be everybody's business.

Mr. Soames, when this
man dies, it's your business.

100 bucks' worth.

Payable upon receipt from
the graves registration guy

that the hole got dug, a box got
placed, and the hole got covered.

Now, was there anything else
on your mind, before we go?

A marker, a stone.

A stone?

He wants a stone, yet.

You can't bury him
in an unmarked grave.

The County supplies a wooden
marker with the stiff's name on it.

Real nice printing.

Last name first, date
of birth, date of death.

What else would
you like? A poem?

Come on, Joe.

"Cotner, Simon.

"Age, 81.

"No known relatives.

"Cause of death,

"pneumonia."

Simon, old man,

you lived 81 years.

81 years.

That's a bare
epitaph for 81 years.

You deserve more
than a $100 funeral.

But don't you worry.

You shall have more.

You shall have much more.

You shall have eternity, Simon.

Sure is light, ain't he?

He was a little old man,

wasted away.

Have you seen anybody?
A car or anything?

Not between here
and the cemetery.

Who are you looking for?

Escaped convict. He's armed
and considered dangerous.

So, if you happen to see
somebody in a green coupe

who is probably
bleeding, get to a phone.

Bleeding? That's right.

The gas station attendant
in town is almost certain

he winged him about an hour ago.

So If you happen to spot
him, don't get close to him.

He'll blow your head off.

I'll keep that in mind, Officer.

All right. Let him through.

For he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow!

Which nobody can deny

Which nobody can deny

Which nobody can deny

For he's a jolly good fellow!

Which nobody can deny!

Be back soon.

Just freeze, mister.
Keep your mouth shut.

You're quite a singer.
I was listening to you.

For he's a jolly
good fellow, yeah.

Who is?

Who's a jolly good fellow?

You got somebody in there?

You got a jolly
good fellow in there?

No one who could harm you.

A stiff.

In a manner of speaking.

It's a stiff, sitting in a chair,
all dressed up for a party.

That's Simon Cotner.

He was to have been
buried this afternoon.

A pine box was buried but I
have other plans for Simon.

Lest you be unduly disturbed,
young man, this is a funeral home.

A funeral home.

Well, the way I feel
right now, mister.

I'm pretty close
to the right place.

A deal, pal.

You give me some
dry clothes and a car,

and maybe half an hour or
so without using the phone.

And I'll give you a fast exit,
and you can forget all about me.

You couldn't survive an hour.
Not the way you're bleeding.

How about the wheels?

All I have is an old hearse.

A hearse.

That's what I need. A nice
inconspicuous item like a hearse.

Listen.

I know you don't
owe me anything.

And you can pick up the phone anytime
you want to, blow the whistle on me,

but do me a favor, okay?

Just let me lie down.

Just give me a half-hour or
so, so I can close my eyes.

You may stay as long as you
want. You can lie on the sofa.

I gotta ask you a question.

Of course.

Why? Why the break?

You're very young.

Twenty-two. That's not so young.

Very young,

to be bleeding to
death in a funeral home.

Beats dying in the
rain and in the cold.

Do you have a family?

No.

Nobody I know.

Nobody close.

We share something.

I didn't have a family either.

I spent the first 16 years
of my life in an orphanage.

I'll never forget
those 16 years.

Why is that stiff all dressed
up, sitting in a chair?

Beats lying in a box
underground, doesn't it?

You rest.

I'll fix some tea.

Hey.

I'm doing 99 years
for murder one.

You understand?

That means homicide first
degree. That means no parole.

That means I'm a rotten apple.

Until tonight, the only hand
I ever got was the back of it.

That, and a kick in the pants
and a taste of the sidewalk.

It's a funny thing.

I gotta wait until
the lights are half out

and I've got one foot in hell,

and I crawl on my hands
and my knees to a dead house

to find somebody,

somebody living,

somebody warm.

You rest.

No one will disturb you.

Nobody can deny

Hey! Mister?

For he's a jolly good fellow!

Mister, where are you?

Which nobody can deny!

For he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow!

Which nobody can deny

Which nobody can deny

Which nobody can deny

For he's a jolly good fellow!

Which nobody can deny

Come in.

This is my family.

My wife.

My two children.

My mother.

Brother.

And this is my father,
who just arrived tonight.

We were having a
welcome-home party for him.

Don't be frightened.

No one will hurt you.

Down here is only
love and peace.

They're dead.

Dead? Why?

Because they don't
struggle like the living?

Because they don't compete?

Because they don't hate?

Because they know nothing of
greed, intolerance, prejudice?

Out there is the graveyard.

Out there the slaughterhouse,
where they kill and bury dreams.

A whole world full
of lonely pallbearers.

But down here, in this room,

my son,

is a family.

Down...

Stay here and be quiet, son.

I'll try to get rid of them.

Help me up the stairs.

It's probably the police.

I don't care! Now
help me up the stairs!

Please, that's not possible.
They've probably come for you.

Now go back into the
living room with the family.

This isn't my
family! They're stiffs!

Now get outta the way, mister.
I mean it. Get out of the way!

Don't you understand?
I'm trying to help you.

Please, you belong here.

Get out of the way, mister! I
mean it! Get out of the way!

We were just having a
little homecoming celebration

for my father,

my son,

and for myself.

The father...

The father of the family.

Really, dear,

you understand why
I'm doing this, don't you?

It's for your own
good, you know.

I want to spare you
the unpleasantness.

I wouldn't do it if it
weren't for your own good.

Are you comfortable?

Just be patient. It
won't take much longer.

Dear?

Now, dear, you relax
and try not to worry.

Just a few more rows

and then in a little
while it will be all over.

It's really much
better this way.

Once they tell you,
once you know for sure,

makes no sense sitting around

and waiting to be
eaten up by the pain.

Now, dear,

we agreed last
night, this was best.

It's so easy this way.

Once the wall gets sealed,

there's nothing to
do but lean back

and in a little while,

a very little while,

the air will be gone and
there'll be nothing left but sleep.

No fear, no pain.

Just soft, sweet sleep.

It's not as though we
were leaving each other,

we'll always be
together, really.

The same as in the days when
you went upstairs to take a nap.

I couldn't see you,
couldn't talk to you,

but still I knew you were there.

Goodbye, dear. Try
not to think about it.

Just set your mind on
remembering the good years,

the good things,
and in no time at all...

Dear.

Dear?

Someone's at the front door.

I'll be back just as
soon as I see who it is.

A most unusual
graduation exercise now.

It's titled the Class of '99.

A set of numbers
and a pair of eyes.

We'll move behind them
now to give you an idea

why we call the place
you're in the Night Gallery.

Good morning, young
ladies and gentlemen.

This is rather an anointed
day at our university.

The occasion of the oral
section of your final examination.

Let me review
briefly our procedure.

I will direct random
questions at various of you

and will grade you immediately.

Keep in mind, however,

that the question may be repeated
at any time to someone else.

Now, needless to say, I
wish you all very good luck.

It is the hope
of the university,

its faculty and administration

that the class of '99, already
scholastically so distinguished,

will continue its extremely
high level of performance

in this, your final examination.

And with that, ladies and
gentlemen, let us begin.

General heading: Science.
Subheading: Propulsion.

In the middle of
the 13th century,

a scientific work appeared
in the Greek language

written by Marcus Graecus.

Annotate that work for
me please, Mr. Templeton.

The publication in
question was an extract

from the works of Albertus
Magnus and Roger Bacon.

What was Roger Bacon
called, Mr. McWhirter?

English Powder Monk.

Miss Wheeton, in what language
is that work now available

and how is it identified?

It is available in
a Latin translation.

It's sub-titled Liber Ignium
ad Comburendos Hostes.

Name four men in
the past three centuries

whose work has been related
to propulsion, Mr. Johnson.

Sir William Congreve, William
Hale, Dr. Robert Goddard...

A fourth name, Mr. Johnson?

C... C...

A shining body of water,
or the Spanish affirmative.

Can you proceed, Mr. Johnson?

It's a name with two initials.

That will be all, Mr. Johnson.

I said that will be
all, Mr. Johnson.

Part of my answer was correct.

I'm sorry, what is your point?

I said part of my answer was
correct. I gave you three names.

And I asked for four.

I gave you three out of four.

Yes, indeed you
did, Mr. Johnson,

and in giving me
three out of four,

you proved yourself incompetent.

You are proving
now, by your behavior,

that you are even less
responsive to authority

than you are to the scholastic
criteria established for graduation.

Now, will you sit down,
Mr. Johnson, or shall I...

No. No, please, sir.
I'll do as I'm told, sir.

I apologize for the delay.

Mr. Polan, fourth name?

C. N. Hickman.

Mr. Bruce, the portion of the Newtonian
theory most relevant to propulsion.

To every action on any
object, there is an equal

and opposite reaction
on some other object.

Mr. Bruce,

given "M" as the
mass of the rocket

and "V" as the velocity,
continue the equation.

The equation as follows.

Extrapolate, "M" would also
be the mass of the propellant

and with "V" as the velocity,

the equation would
read, V equals V log E.

Very good.

We move now into
the behavioral sciences.

As you know, ladies
and gentlemen,

this is perhaps the most important
facet of the university curriculum.

Your capacity to
function in society

and to contribute
are of the essence.

Now, Mr. Clinton,

in the area of social
interrelationship, a hypothetical case.

Look at Mr. Barnes
to your right.

The hypothesis follows.
Mr. Barnes is in competition with you

for an extremely important
professional position.

Now, first I want you to
describe Mr. Barnes for me.

About 5'10".
Approximately 155 pounds.

His age?

Twenty-one. Look at him again.

Is there any other
salient feature

which you might
consider relevant?

He's black.

And being black, may
pose a special problem?

What sort of a special problem?

Well, he might be
pushy, aggressive.

Anything else?

He might be inferior. Being
black, he might possibly be inferior.

So we have Mr. Barnes
here as an irritant,

a possible block
to your ambition.

An inferior man who is
trying to usurp your superiority.

What would you do to a
man like that, Mr. Clinton?

On the primary
emotional level, I would...

That's all I want from you now.

I'd slap him.

Quite correct.
Do so if you will.

Yes, sir.

Rise, if you will, Mr. Barnes.

All right, Mr. Barnes.

Describe the gentleman
who has just slapped you.

Six foot tall. 180 pounds.

21 years of age. Blond hair.

Complexion?

White.

A Caucasian.

A Caucasian.

Primary emotional
level again, your reaction.

Bigoted. Aggressive. Pre-set
prejudices. Illogical attitudes.

And your response?

Slap him back.

Do so, if you will, Mr. Barnes.

All right, gentlemen.
Independently please,

a reaction to what
you have just done.

Satisfaction.

Mr. Barnes?

Satisfaction.

You may be seated, gentlemen.

Miss Peterson.

In the area of subconscious
stimuli to hostility,

look around the room,
if you will, please.

Pick a subject to whom
you instinctively respond

in a primarily negative way.

Joanne Fields.

Miss Fields, stand, if you will,

face Miss Peterson.

Association, Miss Peterson?

Well-dressed,
obviously wealthy parents

social register,
that sort of thing.

Tends toward snobbery.

The source of hostility.

My family. Southern
Pennsylvania.

Father dead. Mother uneducated.
Many brothers and sisters.

Very poor.

No social distinction at all.

Proceed, if you will.

Miss Fields.

A reaction, please.
Hostility first.

White trash. Ignorant.
No graces. Envious.

Money-conscious. Social climber.

Proceed.

You may be seated.

Mr. Elkins.

The hypothesis as follows.

A society made up of your
own kind and an enemy.

Pick out a potential
enemy, please.

William Chang.

Stand up, Mr. Chang.

How would you view a possible
relationship here, Mr. Elkins?

No relationship possible.
A question only of survival.

Mr. Chang or you?

One or the other.

And how would you translate
that into a form of action?

Kill him.

A little louder, if you please,
Mr. Elkins. I'm not sure I heard you.

I said I would have to kill him.

Modus operandi, Mr. Elkins.
Proceed, if you will.

All right, Mr. Elkins. Proceed.

Mr. Elkins. Mr. Elkins.

You deliberately
missed killing the enemy!

Yes, sir.

I can't hear you, Mr. Elkins.

I deliberately
missed killing him, sir.

Why, Mr. Elkins?

I can't say.

You can't say? Is
that what I just heard?

Reflect for a
moment, Mr. Elkins,

and explain to me why
you failed to kill the enemy!

I'm not sure he is the enemy.

You are not sure
that he is the enemy?

He is not the enemy.

He's not the enemy.

I can't deliberately
kill someone

without knowing why I'm
killing, or who I'm killing.

I can't do that.

He's infecting the others.
Deactivate all of them.

I can't deliberately
take a gun...

I can't deliberately
take a gun...

Unusual.

Sir?

To find such total resistance.

And unpleasant.

Give me selective
control over here.

Mr. Johnson. Your
attention, please.

Mr. Johnson, we have
previously set up the hypothesis

of a major social
and political problem.

Do you recollect it?

Yes, sir, I do.

You had established the
presence of the enemy,

requested Elkins to...

Never mind what
I asked him to do.

You are to assume
his role, Mr. Johnson.

And in the process,

you will explain to me the new
ramifications of the problem.

Elkins refused to respond
to his responsibility.

He failed to kill the enemy.

Very good. Go on.

So, what evolves is
yet a second enemy.

In the nature of?

Traitor. Subversive.
An unreliable.

Very good, Mr. Johnson.

You've reinstated yourself
most admirably. You get an A.

Fellow students of the
graduating class of 1999,

it is my pleasant duty, as
representative of the class,

to make these few remarks during
this commencement ceremony.

We need not be reminded of
recent history and why we are here.

It's sufficient to recollect that
major wars, pestilence and pollution

have reversed the
overpopulation trend

and left a world
depleted and diminished.

It is for this reason that
we have been created,

to repopulate society.

We have been created
by man in his image.

All that we know, our
attitudes, our values,

are part of the integral
data that's been fed into us,

and we shall use them
as a point of beginning.

We must be just, but
ruthless in terms of survival.

We must recognize that many of the
ancient virtues are simply weaknesses.

For example, to
tolerate an inferior

is an act of misplaced
compassion,

and as such, interferes with our
function as members of the society.

We shall repay our debt
to man by emulating him.

We shall act as
men, react as men.

We shall be men.

Satisfaction Guaranteed.

I believe that is your motto?

Not merely my motto,
it's my life's dedication.

Twenty-five years
in the same location,

and I have yet to receive
my first customer complaint.

Perhaps, I should forewarn you,

concerning my requirements.

I am extremely
particular, Mrs. Mount.

Extremely particular.

Challenge me, sir.
Fling down your gauntlet.

The last girl I
engaged, regrettably,

left much to be desired.

Obtained through another
agency, n'est-ce pas?

Remember our credo.
Satisfaction guaranteed!

Hmm.

Well, we shall see,
Mrs. Mount, we shall see.

Shall I trot out
our first candidate?

By all means.

Your letter of inquiry set such
uncompromisingly high standards.

I have carefully selected
from among our girls

the very finest
we have to offer.

You did say money was no object?

No, no, no object at all.

Ah, Miss Walters.
This is our Miss Walters.

She's only just
become available.

She's an honor graduate
of Cooper Business College,

takes superb shorthand, types 120
words a minute, speaks six languages.

She... She's too fragile.

Too ephemeral.

I'm sorry, Miss Walters.
Nothing personal.

But you won't do.

No?

No.

That will be all, Virginia. Would
you send in Miss Ransom?

Now Miss Ransom's bona
fides are, in some respect,

superior even to the
previous applicant.

In her last position, in
addition to her other duties,

she was responsible for the
running the entire stenographic pool.

Ah!

No.

No. She's not at all
what I'm looking for.

Very well. Although
I don't see...

Have Miss Caraway step in.

This one, I'm sure, will
meet with your approval.

She's somewhat more
mature, shall I say,

less distracting to the eye.

But with her 20 years of
executive experience behind her...

Thank you, Miss
Caraway. That will be all.

I was so certain
that you would select

from among the three
that you've interviewed.

You mean there's
no one else available?

No.

Oh, dear me. This has
never happened before.

Never in my 25
years of operation.

And I promised you satisfaction.

What about that girl?

Miss Blodgett? She's
only a filing clerk.

It doesn't matter.

She doesn't take shorthand.

Makes no difference.

But she can't type.

Nobody's perfect.

Her handwriting's illegible.

But she brews a perfectly
indigestible cup of coffee!

I think the amount of this check

will make further conversation
unnecessary, Mrs. Mount.

You want her?

You actually want Miss Blodgett?

She is precisely what I
have been looking for.

If you'll pardon the
prepositional ending.

Remember your motto, Mrs.
Mount. Satisfaction guaranteed.

Very well, sir.

When would you
wish her to report?

Oh, no. Won't be necessary.

Won't be necessary?

No. No, no. Why bother?

I can just eat her here.