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SERLING: Tonight's stars:

Pat Boone, Kim Stanley,

Leif Ericson, Robert Morris,

Rudy Vallee, Patrick
O'Neal and Wally Cox.

Good evening.

We welcome you to this
palladium of art treasures

that range from the
kooky to the uncommon,

from the bestial to the bizarre.

And I'd like to take you on a
guided tour through the Night Gallery,

a collection of paintings on display
for only the most discriminating.

Because it's best that they be
seen both after and in the dark.

The story behind this offering,

a word which we've
coined just for the occasion.

"Arachnidphobia."

It means, for our purposes, a special
distaste for those crawly little beasties

with the multi-legged
hairy bodies.

In other words,
a fear of spiders,

the title of our first painting
in this, the Night Gallery.

"We liked the curtains
tossed back with a rose,

"the sole bonne
femme in the room."

It's not bad.

Yeah, that captures
it, I think. Not bad at all.

Elizabeth, I am working!

Now, when I deliberately
refuse to answer the telephone,

to even the most insensitive,
that would be a blunt clue

to my desperate need
for undisturbed solitude!

Elizabeth!

Must I hire a security guard
or an answering service,

or what will it take to get
my message through to you?

I choose not to be disturbed.

Do you understand?

Justus, please, just let
me in for just one moment.

Please, just for...

A moment.

Justus, do you understand
what you are doing to me?

Do you know that I
can't eat? I can't sleep.

You're destroying me piecemeal.

Why don't you answer me?

What's destroying you, my dear, is your
proximity to smarmy 19th-century novels.

Now, you've obviously availed
yourself of all the treacly literary syrup,

from Henry James to
Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

Why are you so cruel?

I'm not cruel, Elizabeth.
I am refreshingly blunt.

Can you get it through that
tremulous, fluttering brain of yours

that I have no interest in
continuing a relationship with you?

I asked you out for dinner a few
times because you live above me,

and it seemed
congenial and neighborly.

But these persistent
nocturnal calls

and that perpetual petulance oozing
from those red-rimmed eyes, Elizabeth,

that is depressing, abhorrent,
and frankly, it must stop!

Now, good night, Elizabeth.

I have three columns to write, and
an article, and I'm desperately behind.

Justus, what are you doing?
Are you saying goodbye to me?

I am not proposing a simple
wedding at the Church of Flowers.

Goodbye, Elizabeth.

Now take a pill, count sheep
or fix yourself a club sandwich.

Justus?

Justus, please, I just want
to say one more thing to you.

Would that were so.

Oh, I dearly pray

that someday,

someday,

you will need someone.

You'll be helpless and need
someone, and love and affection.

I hope so.

Goodbye, Justus.

Help me.

You were complaining about
your thermostat, Mr. Walters.

Too late to look at it now?

Thermostat?

Slipped your mind, did it?

Well, you were accusing me of
freezing you out two days ago.

You want it looked
at, or don't you?

Do you know that
you have spiders?

How's that?

Spiders. Sizeable spiders.

Possibly poisonous.
Unquestionably sizeable and ugly.

I won't be a bit surprised.

That is your singular
editorial judgment?

How's that?

Crawling all over my
kitchen are spiders.

So?

Might I, at least, expect an
apology in lieu of an explanation?

An apology? Okay,
Mr. Walters. I apologize.

As owner and
janitor of this building,

I'd like to go on record as
saying I'm sorry you've got spiders.

And that's all
you've got to say?

You ought to catch my act when
somebody points out a cockroach.

Then I'm really apoplectic!

I happen to have a
deathly fear of spiders.

That is my one
inordinate phobia, spiders.

Frankly, Mr. Boucher,
they absolutely unnerve me.

Had an aunt in Spokane was the same way.
Used to hide in the attic when she saw one.

You have to get an exterminator.

Do you think one might
be available tonight?

An exterminator? For
spiders? This time of night?

Come on, Mr. Walters, be a big boy.
Live with them. They won't hurt you.

Beautiful, just beautiful.
Crawling all over my domicile

are furry, long-legged monsters,
and from you I get philosophy.

Live with them? Not only
will I not live with them,

I'll take the necessary steps
to see that they're destroyed.

Mind if I give you my personal reading
as to what I think the problem is with you?

Oh, marvelous! A
man for all seasons.

A plumber, concierge, Sigmund
Freud with a screwdriver.

Tell me, Mr. Boucher, enlighten
me. What's my problem?

You ain't got no grizzle.

Any guy that makes a living writing about
pishy-poshy food and interior decorating,

that kinda guy ought to shake hands
with a pick and shovel now and then,

and taste a little sweat.
Catch my meaning?

Painfully. A predictable cretin
reaction from a 20th-century savage

whose cultural activities are
limited to unplugging commodes.

You asked, I'm telling.

I didn't ask for a
character analysis.

I quite properly demanded that you
get rid of the spiders in my apartment.

Said request going unanswered.

Now, Mr. Boucher,
what about those spiders?

I'll send them an eviction
notice in the morning.

Boucher! Boucher, come out here!
I demand that you come out here!

Now what?

Did you ever see a spider
the size of a full-grown dog?

Frequently.

When my sister-in-law
married a bootlegger,

after four bottles of
his first-line bourbon,

I saw a giraffe.

A spider was riding him,
dressed in jockey silks.

You revel in the
absurd, don't you?

With tenants like you, I got
little choice! Now, good night!

Chet, David and Justus.
Spiders! The size of dogs, yet!

What? Who is it?

It's your friendly neighborhood
door-to-door Lothario, madam.

Justus?

What do you want?

Well, you could start by
inviting me in for a brandy.

It's rather late, Justus.

Maybe a small one.

Did you come up to apologize?

Yes. Yes, I was
very harsh, Elizabeth.

I don't think that's the word
for it. You were incredibly cruel.

Guilty as charged. I throw
myself at the mercy of the court.

How about the brandy?

Justus, what is
wrong? Are you ill?

Ill? Elizabeth, just because
I seek out your company,

is that supposed to be reflective
of some illness on my part?

You do yourself
a vast injustice.

It so happens that your
charms are not lost on me.

I happen to like you.

Oh, Justus!

You only halfway like one
person in this whole world.

It lives inside
your skin. It's you.

What's this about?

Elizabeth, I have a

deathly fear of spiders.

Of what?

Spiders.

Can I have another?

Spiders?

Down in my apartment. I know you're
gonna find this difficult to believe.

Down in my apartment, in my
bedroom, is a spider the size of a dog.

When last seen, it was
hiding behind my chair.

Do you hear me?

Really, there's a spider...

Let me see, he was this big.

And frankly, Elizabeth, I'll
be altogether honest with you,

I am absolutely and totally
unnerved by this visitation.

I'm frightened.

I'm frightened to the point
of sheer self-destruction.

Justus, do you know
who you're speaking to?

This is Elizabeth.

You know, I have read thousands of books.
I suppose tens of thousands of books.

Ancient and modern.

And in no place in any
literature that I have ever read

is there a spider
the size of a dog.

Not even in Kafka.

Perhaps it's a mutation.
There's a lot of that going around.

Perhaps.

I think I should call the police.
That thing is unarguably a man-killer.

May I use your telephone?

Yes, of course.

I think while you are
calling, that you are to call

the psychiatric
unit at Bellevue.

May I ask why?

To reserve a room.

You know, that's exactly
where they're going to send you

when you call the police and tell
them about a spider as big as a dog!

Not when they see
it with their own eyes.

Justus.

They're not going to
see it. Only you see it.

Do you know what I
think? I think you've been

quaffing a little too much
of your own vintage wine.

And eating your little delicacies,
and reading your articles constantly.

Here, finish your brandy. And
then, would you please go?

Elizabeth, you don't understand.

I can't go back down there.

Oh? Well, then I hope
you have a third choice,

because you are certainly
not going to stay here.

I don't understand you.

A little while ago you were
begging for my company.

That was before I knew that I
was competing with a spider.

Elizabeth, you
are terribly cruel.

No, I am not cruel. I
am refreshingly blunt.

You actually want me
to go down there and face

a monstrous, hairy, eight-legged thing, a
crawling nightmare, a devilish obscenity?

I think it's a marriage
made in heaven.

All right! All right!

Elizabeth...

Elizabeth, dear, now, if
you won't let me stay here,

would you, at least,
come down there with me?

I?

Just see if it's still there.

We could check
out the whole place.

And if it isn't, I could lock
all the doors and the windows

and it couldn't possibly
get back in, not with its size.

You know, I read someplace
that kindness begets kindness.

I think they were talking
about humans, not spiders.

But you are human, aren't you?

I'm going to take a chance.

Wait, listen, listen.

What?

Do you hear anything?

The thumping of your heart. It
proves you have one, you're alive.

Do you see anything?

Your living room.
There's nothing here.

No spiders. Oh,
Justus. No women.

Elizabeth, Elizabeth, dear,
believe me, believe me,

if there ever were a woman in my life,
unequivocally, I tell you, it would be you.

What about in there?

Your bedroom?

Oh, Justus.

It's empty. No spiders.

A tribute to your
loveless life. Empty.

You're sure?

Yes. Come, I'll show you.

Come. Want to see?

Look.

Behind the chair...

Elizabeth? Elizabeth!
Unlock the door, will you?

Elizabeth, what are you doing?

Elizabeth, now, you don't understand.
You don't understand, Elizabeth!

You don't understand women.

Their need for a little
gentleness, a little kindness.

Let me out!

A little love.

Now, this is no joke,
it could still be in here!

I wonder what Elizabeth Barrett
Browning would say at this moment.

Would she have said,
"Oh, how softly thy words

"fall like a song on
my tender ears"?

Spiders drive me insane!

Stop it. I'll let you
out in the morning.

At breakfast time, I'll
come down and let you out.

Elizabeth, I'm begging you. Please
do let me out! Please, Elizabeth!

I remember another place,
another time, somebody said to me,

"What does it need
to get through to you?

"An answering service?
A security guard?

"What does it need to get
the message through to you?"

Let me out, Elizabeth!

Elizabeth! Eliz...

It's in here! Let me out!

Good night.

Eliz... Elizabeth! It's in here!

Amy Lowell said something
about night. What was it she said?

Can't remember.

Daddy! Daddy!

Can I have a drink of water?

Daddy, can I have
a drink of water?

Honey? Honey?

It's your baby.

Daddy!

All right. Yeah, I'm coming.

Here. Here.

Teddy.

Thank you, Daddy.

Item number three in the Night
Gallery. We call it "Marmalade Wine."

Look at it, if you will, with
gentle and restrained eyes.

The way you would look
at a maniac in the woods.

Because that's
the story it tells.

Hold on to your glasses and get
ready for a very special nightcap.

Hello?

Can anyone hear me?

Hello!

Hello, down there.

No, no, up here.

Stay where you
are, I'll be right down.

Hello.

You startled me! I was
photographing mountain lions earlier.

Yes, they can be rather troublesome.
Come with me, I'll show you the way.

Come along.

Careful, now.

Careful, careful.

Here we are.

I hope I'm not imposing.

Not at all. Not at all.

Delightful as I find my sylvan
retreat, it can be rather dull.

You'll join me in my
after-lunch coffee and liqueur.

I'll take these inside to dry.
Have a seat, I'll be right back.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Oh!

I didn't expect that.

It's good, though.

My name's Roger Blacker.

I'm Dr. Francis Deeking.

Oh, yes.

The famous surgeon.

You live out here in
the middle of nowhere?

My weekend retreat, an escape from
the strains of my exacting profession.

And, my good sir,
what do you do?

Uh...

I'm...

I'm a photojournalist.

Life, look...

You know.

How very interesting.

Not quite as interesting
as what you do.

I've read up on all
your famous operations.

I especially like the one
on that famous actress.

A bit sticky, that one.
Thank heavens for silicone.

You must feel like a god.

All of us have
God-like attributes.

You must, when you
take a sterling photograph.

Well...

Would you be so kind as
to take a photograph of me?

Yes.

Yeah.

Perhaps if you pushed
that little switch?

Push the little switch. Yes.

I was just checking the focus.

Be sure to make me a copy.

Yes, I'll send it
to the hospital.

I'm not there at present.

What was it I read
about you recently?

No matter, no matter.
Your drink is empty.

Thank you.

Excellent stuff.

Like a bouquet of
orange blossoms.

Yes, I distill it myself
from marmalade.

Marvelous, just marvelous.

Excuse me.

About what we were discussing...

Discussing?

Unique attributes.

I have one.

I am able to
foretell the future.

Really? I've always wanted
to know someone like you.

The responsibility
must be terrifying.

Yes, of course.

I don't use the faculty
for my own ends.

That would be immoral.

You mean to help another
person, give warnings,

achieve profitable courses of
action? Surely there's no harm in that.

To more successful
operations, Doctor.

To be sure, to be sure. About
what you were saying, though,

could you tell me the winner
of today's feature at Pimlico

as a small test of your gift?

Who's running?

Bow Bells?

Bow Bells, absolutely.

Excuse me a moment.

Am I drunk!

What lies I've been
telling him. Must apologize.

What was it that
I read about him?

Something peculiar...

Just getting in under the wire!

Let me see now.

Ah, yes. There's a special election
being held for the Richmond City Council.

Do you have any idea...

I have to apologize.

The winner, please, tell me.

The Republican in an
upset by 1,138 votes.

Extraordinary! Do you
use this power very often?

Oh, yes. I've helped
men make millions.

Millions.

My dear Blacker, how are you?

You'll be happy to known that Bow
Bells won by three lengths, going away.

Bow Bells?

I'm glad it worked out.

Not only that, the Republican
candidate scored a major upset,

and by the exact
number you predicted!

And, of course, when I
heard the results at Pimlico,

I bet a bundle in that election.

Listen...

I've gotta explain
something... Oh, my head!

I drank too much.

And my feet, these new boots.

They must've been too tight. And
I wasted your entire day and night.

What time is it?

It's morning. Listen, the boots
won't be a problem anymore.

As for your taking my time,
you're not in my way at all.

Matter of fact, I hope that you'll stay
here as my guest for some time to come.

We have all the comforts
here. Now, if you'll just give me

the stock exchange
prices for the coming week,

that'll be ample remuneration.

I'm afraid you don't
understand. Ow!

Those stories that I told you about
the future, they were exaggerations.

You've been so kind to me, I
couldn't possibly go on deceiving you.

Now don't be so modest. Wait
here while I get you something to eat.

Since my retirement,
I find it necessary to

augment my income
by judicious investment.

So, may I have a few stocks?
The market opens any minute.

But I'm trying to tell you,

the horse winning and the election
result was all a fantastic coincidence!

Three stocks with
figures, please.

Holt Industries up 6.5,
Desenol Limited down 17.

Apon up 12.

I'm calling my broker
right now. Don't go away!

Deeking...

Ow!

What was it I read?

He's flipped his lid!

He's not allowed to
practice medicine anymore.

That's it.

I'd better get out of here.

I really must go now. I have a
pressing appointment in town.

I thought you might. But
it's out of the question.

But don't worry, you'll
be very happy here.

While you were sleeping, I took
the liberty of amputating your feet.

Now open your mouth and
enjoy some of this delicious food.

After which we'll listen to the
stock market openings on the radio.

Open wide! Open wide!

Open wide! Open wide!

A small item for the
pedagogues amongst you.

A little something to be found in a
drawer alongside the old school ties.

Now picture, if you will,
a very special school,

where the students don't
matriculate, but rather, are marooned.

Where the scholars are not
enrolled, but rather, sentenced.

The painting is
called The Academy.

Get your head up! Straighten up!

To the rear, hut! Pay attention!

Do you hear me?

To the rear, hut!

Wake up, wake up!

Left, right, left, right... I
said your left! Your left!

Left, right!

To the rear! To the rear!

Would you please
sign our guest book, sir?

Thank you. My
name, incidentally...

I know, sir. The director's
been expecting you.

The director's waiting to see you.
Will you follow me, Mr. Holston?

You stand at attention with your
head and eyes straight to the front!

Are there any questions?

Oh, Mr. Holston, come in.

Forgive me, I was having a
little bite. Won't you sit down?

May I offer you something?
A sandwich, a glass of milk?

No. No, thank you.

Had no trouble finding us?

A little off the beaten track.

Yes, we like it that way.

Your son, he's not with you?

No. I gathered from
your letter you preferred

to talk to the parents
by themselves,

at least initially.

Yes. We found out that
works out a bit better.

The parents feel more at ease,
they're able to talk more frankly.

I have studied the
boy's transcript and I've

discussed it with the
admissions committee.

My son is really not a bad kid.

I'm sorry?

What I mean is,

he's gotten into some trouble
along the way, but he's very bright.

It seems he lacks motivation.

And I'm afraid he's undisciplined,
like a lot of youngsters nowadays.

Hmm.

There is no Mrs. Holston?

My wife died several years ago.

"Died."

She was in an accident.

A boating accident.

How did you know that?

We have to check very
thoroughly, Mr. Holston.

See, all aspects of a boy's
life are relevant to our decision

whether to look favorably or
otherwise on an application.

Now, as to the...

The circumstances
of the accident.

Roger was only about
10 years old at the time.

Continue.

He and his mother were in a
row boat in the Thousand Islands.

And the boat capsized.

Roger was always a
very powerful swimmer.

Mmm-hmm. How
altogether fortunate for him.

And how tragic
for your late wife.

I know there were rumors
at the time, but I assure you...

Don't bother, Mr. Holston.

As I say, we are interested
in the boy's total background,

but this is not a
Code of Inquiry.

The Academy doesn't
sit in judgment on a boy.

It is merely interested
in behavioral difficulties

and special emotional problems, so
that we can plan the curriculum properly.

And, of course, discipline is
the major item around here.

Well, I'm sure you'd like to have
a look around the school. Yes?

Your catalogue
mentioned a policy

of not having any home
visits during the first year.

Yes. We've found that home
visits just don't fit into the picture

until the cadet has become thoroughly
oriented to our way of doing things.

And we say a year
merely as a general guide.

Sometimes it takes
longer than that.

Of course, the parents are free
to visit here at specified times.

Actually, the cadets
seem to prefer it that way.

Mr. Holston, you
mentioned motivation before.

And that's what this
Academy is interested in.

To motivate these
boys to achieve success

in becoming fully-oriented
members of this community.

So you can see that home visits
would cause a disruption in the process.

Yes, I can see that.

Well, shall we take a short tour?
Classrooms, dormitories, so forth?

After you.

Ten-hut!

This is a class in calculus
and trigonometry, sir.

You keep your heads up!

Feel free to question
the cadets if you like.

You're not here to play!

No, thank you.

I'm not much of a math man.

Carry on, Bradley.

As you were, gentlemen.

Those are big fellows in
there. Your seniors, I suppose?

We don't follow the usual
class designations, Mr. Holston.

Our purpose is to build men.

You simply can't find a formula that will
satisfy the requirements for every case.

They're very efficient.

When a boy knows drill, Mr. Holston,
he knows something about life.

That's the way we handle
these boys, with drill.

Not just physical drill,
drill on every level.

We've been handed hopeless
cases, absolutely incorrigible boys.

But in every instance, we've
managed to find the right answer.

And that answer is drill.

Of course, in some cases, it
takes more time than in others.

Oh, this is one of
our dormitories here.

Ten-hut!

Perhaps you'd like to
chat with one of the boys.

It's Cadet Sloane, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

This is Mr. Holston.

Well, how do you find
it here, Mr. Sloane?

I like it very much, sir.

The food, everything?

Everything is very good, sir.

I suppose you're planning
on some college or other?

My plans aren't too
definite at present, sir.

I can tell you're a hard worker
on your books, Mr. Sloane.

We're kept very busy, sir.

Your parents must be proud
to have an industrious son.

My parents aren't living, sir.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's quite all right, sir.
It's been quite a while.

Well, it's been nice talking
to you, Mr. Sloane. Good luck.

Thank you, sir.

As you were, gentlemen.

"Sloane." I seem to remember a
Sloane in the papers, a news story.

It was Cadet Sloane. Though he
came from an exceptionally fine family,

he had a record of
arrest before he was 15.

An assault case
involving a young woman.

Yes.

But that was years ago!

If that's the same Sloane,
why, he'd have to be in his 30s!

Mr. Holston, have you
noticed our statue here?

Yes.

Quite a piece of sculpture.

We're very proud of that.

Seems a bit unconventional,
though, doesn't it?

Oh? Unconventional?

Facing toward the academy,
instead of the outside world.

That bit of symbolism preparing
the boy for becoming a man.

Yes, most visitors notice that. It
does seem unusual at a glance.

But, you see, for us, the
important thing is this academy.

This is our world.

All that a boy needs is
to be found right here.

And for that reason, that statue
symbolizes welcome, not farewell.

Yes, of course.

Well, I guess the only thing that
remains is whether you'll accept my son.

I thought I'd made that
quite clear, Mr. Holston.

Indeed, we'll accept
him. With pleasure.

When you see him again, I think
you'll find great changes in the boy.

I was planning on going abroad
for some period of time. Business.

He's in good hands.

On your feet! Get up!
You want three more miles?

Move! Move! You'll do it
with full field pack next time!

Move! Hit it! Hit it! Move!

That discipline...

The discipline is
altogether rigid, Mr. Holston.

That's what makes men.

Of course, we reserve the right to exercise
whatever discipline we feel is necessary.

It seems ludicrous, I
guess, to ask it now,

instead of just checking
the catalogue before, but...

How long will my son stay here?

"How long?" I assumed
you understood that.

Indefinitely, Mr. Holston.

Most of the parents
prefer it that way.

Roger will be here tomorrow.

We'll look forward to it.

Gatekeeper?

Yes, sir?

Do you enjoy working
here at the Academy?

Working, sir? Yes.

I'm not employed here, sir.
I'm a cadet like the others.

How long?

I was 15 when I arrived, sir.

I'll soon be 55.

Did you find the school
to your liking, Mr. Holston?

What?

The school, sir. Will
Roger be attending?

You'll drive him out here
first thing in the morning.

Yes, sir.

He's a high-spirited
young man, sir.

The military school will
be a bit hard for him to take.

My son's a rotter, George,
you and I both know it.

This is just the place for him.