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NARRATOR: You unlock this
door with the key of imagination.

Beyond it is another dimension.

A dimension of sound.

A dimension of sight.
A dimension of mind.

You're moving into a land of
both shadow and substance,

of things and ideas.

You've just crossed over
into the Twilight Zone.

Still burning.

How long, you figure?

Three, four hours at the most.

Any idea how many?

My guess is if General Custer's
really looking for the Sioux,

he's gonna have his britches full
of 'em before the sun goes down.

Is that the junction over there?

Bighorn and the Little Bighorn.
That's where they converge.

That'd put them in at the
ford, about four miles up.

That's where he's
thinking about crossing.

Them Sioux. Wonder where they are now.

I wouldn't be too
impatient, Mr. Two Stripes.

We can go on back and
tell your General Custer

this Indian trail is
just as fresh as ever.

Little too fresh for my pay.

[GROANS]

Hey, those were shots, weren't they?

Yeah.

Hey, tiger! Whoa, easy.
These are just maneuvers.

Everybody starts getting trigger-happy,
it's gonna turn into a real war.

Hunting season, huh, maybe?

How about that, McCluskey? How'd
you like to go hunting some buffalo?

Let's, uh, go have a look.

Well, if it's the enemy, I'm giving up.

They can take me prisoner of war,
and I'll sit out the rest of the games.

I'm getting mighty hot in that
portable oven we're driving.

McCluskey, I'm surprised at you.

The old man, the sergeant here,
we've had our eyes on you, son.

We was thinking of recommending
you for OCS, wasn't we, Sarge?

Other than the fact that
you read a map upside down

and, uh, couldn't navigate
a plow across a ballroom,

we think you've got a lot of potential.

It's a wigwam. An honest-to-Pete wigwam.

Oh, there's a million
men in National Guard,

but it's just my luck
to ride around in a tank

with the last of the
red-hot Eagle Scouts.

You're right, McCluskey, that's a wigwam.

Now, why does that make you so happy?

Well, it's interesting.

Right over there's the junction of
the Bighorn and Little Bighorn Rivers.

Not far from there is
where Custer fought.

Yeah, Custer? Custer who?

General Custer. That's where the
7th Cavalry fought the Sioux Indians.

Hey, take a look at that.

Hey, where'd you get that?

Seventh Cavalry. How
do you figure, Sarge?

Well, I figure it's in pretty good shape,

considering it's been laying around
here for about 80 years, wouldn't you say?

You know, there must be a lot of
ghosts running around a place like this.

Oh, yeah, ghosts, sure, mm-hm.

Yeah, McCluskey's got it right.

Somewhere along this river
they fought a pretty big battle.

Custer and 200-odd men
against 2,000 Sioux, probably.

Yeah, Custer's Last Stand. Didn't
you ever hear of it, Langsford?

I… I heard of it,
McCluskey. I heard of it.

Why don't you boys get
you a job in a museum?

Maybe they'd send you out here on an
expedition and pick up some antiques.

I thought this was supposed
to be a motorized patrol, Sarge,

and I thought that we were supposed
to be involved in some war games.

Personally, I don't care. I'd just
as soon be out reconnoitering

in some dark saloon someplace or,
uh, maybe hanging around the YWCA.

In a pinch, I'd settle for
something tall and cold and…

[WIND HOWLING]

D… Don't you think we'd
better get back and find the CP?

Shoot, what's the matter, McCluskey?

Don't you want to hang around
and wait for the Union cavalry, huh?

So, this is where they fought,
huh, Sarge? Right around here?

Yeah, yeah, it was around here someplace.

You know, when I was a kid, I read about
everything that was ever written on it.

Custer and the Seventh were an
advance guard for a general named Terry.

The last thing anybody
ever heard from Custer

was that he was dividing
his regiment into three parties.

He was planning on surrounding what
he thought was a small bunch of Indians.

And, uh, see, Captain Benteen
took three troops and he went south.

And Major Reno, he crossed the
river and he followed an Indian trail.

And Custer went right up the middle,

and rode right into 'em
and he was slaughtered.

1876. That was the year.

Ah, now, come on, now, Sarge. Somebody
planted this thing around here for a gag.

That canteen's not 80 years old.

Well, shoot, it's practically new.

Either that, or, uh, we've had some…

[WIND RESUMES HOWLING]

Come on, let's get out of here.

Come on, you guys.
Let's get back to the tank.

[INDIAN WAR CRY]

What was that?

That was the wind.

Yeah. The wind.

Yeah, that's what it was, the wind.

NARRATOR: June 25, 1964.

Or if you prefer, June 25, 1876.

The cast of characters in
order of their appearance:

A patrol of General Custer's cavalry

and a patrol of
National Guardsmen on a maneuver.

Past and present are
about to collide head-on

as they are wont to do in
a very special bivouac area

known as the Twilight Zone.

All units reported in now, Finnegan?

Yes, Lieutenant.

Good.

Bluebird Seven, come in, over. Bluebird.

Connors, the captain wants to
see you in his tent right away,

and it sounded like to me it was
a little more than an invitation.

Captain?

How nice of you to come back.

Did you happen to bring the tank
with you? You were gone so long,

I thought maybe you drove it out to
a lot and traded it for a convertible.

Well, sir, we got a little, uh, hung
up down by the riverbed there.

Hung up by what? The blue team
went north of us, you went south.

For a guy with as much
Regular Army as you've got,

you've played this one
bonehead from start to finish.

If there'd been an umpire around, you'd
have your tank crossed off and your men.

I'm sorry, sir, but we heard some rifle

fire down there and
we went to check it out.

Rifle fire? According to the lieutenant,
you were down at the Little Bighorn,

forty miles away from where you were
supposed to be. How'd you hear rifle fire?

That's just it, sir. We never found out
where it came from or who it came from.

I think you guys must have
had a bottle in that tank.

Tomorrow you'll take your tank
and head up here, Rosebud Creek.

Follow the creek for about 15 miles.

We figure the blue team
must've moved across to…

What's the matter with you,
Connors? Are you hung over?

No, sir. No, sir, nothing
like that at all, sir.

But that Rosebud Creek,
that's Custer's route.

When he left the Yellowstone River,
he went with a Major Reno,

and Reno followed a
trail along that creek.

Sergeant, let's synchronize, shall we?

My watch says 23:20 hours.
My calendar says 1964.

If you've got a big
thing for these Indians,

you got here a little late in the day.

Captain, I want to tell you we
heard 'em! Indians! Their war cries!

Where? When?

This afternoon, sir, at the junction
of the Bighorn and the Little Bighorn.

Captain, now, I know this sounds crazy.

Believe me, I know it.
But we found a canteen…

Well, I must have
left it in the tank, sir.

That canteen is marked Seventh Cavalry.
And we found a tepee close to the river.

A tepee? Are you bucking
for a Section Eight, Sergeant?

That's the same tepee that Reno's
scouts found the night before the battle!

Reno's scouts, huh? Reno being?

Major Reno. When
Custer split his force into

three columns he sent
Reno's to the north…

All right, Connors,
that'll do. Line up your

patrol and head out at
0600 tomorrow morning.

And if you meet any Indians, if you
meet Indians, will you take it very slow?

Because they're all college graduates

and they're probably
running tests on the soil.

Where to now, Sarge?

Well, we'll, uh, we'll follow this
trail about two, three more miles.

That's Reno's route.

Yeah.

For Pete's sakes. Are
you guys still on that?

It's Reno this, Benteen
that, Custer something else.

I don't know what's the matter
with you. You talk about it all night.

Hey!

Hey, wait a minute. Hold
on, now, wait a minute.

That's an incinerator, or it's
somebody cooking a steak or something,

or it's some tourists
that don't dig smokey

the bear. Will you guys knock it off?

[DRUMBEATS IN DISTANCE]

It figures. It has to.

Reno's scouts found the
tepee the night before the battle,

and the following morning,
the column saw smoke signals.

And late that morning,
they got their first Indian.

When the war party went by, one
of their troopers shot the last rider.

Aw, will you stop it?

Come on, now, I can take
a joke just like anybody else,

but this is too much, man.
I'm telling you, this is too much.

You're going to tell me that
somewhere around that bend

we're going to run into
a war party of Sioux!

I'm telling you if that happens,

I'm checking myself in with the
medics, man, for the rubber room.

But I wanna make a reservation
for three, you understand me?

-[HOOFBEATS]
-[INDIAN WAR CRIES]

McCluskey, you moron!
Kid, what are you shooting at?

-Give me that…
-McCluskey, look!

Oh, my dear God.

An Indian horse without a rider.

I killed him. Sergeant, I just
fired blind into that dust cloud, but…

All right, Langsford, you,
uh, you got something to say,

well, why don't you say it?

No, Sarge.

I got something to ask.

I'd like to know what's
going on around here.

I don't know. I don't know for sure.

But I got an idea. Somehow, some way,

we're following the
same trail that Custer did.

Look, let's figure it out.

Now, first, the tepee. Now, when did
we find it? Yesterday afternoon, right?

Just like the scout did before.

And the smoke signals, just like
Reno's column saw the next morning.

McCluskey, he gets
himself an Indian, just…

Just like on the day of the battle.

All right, Connors.

Okay, let's say… let's
say that you're right.

Let's say that this thing is
happening, just like you said it is.

Let's say that we're gonna
follow this trail just like, uh,

well, just like they did it, huh?

Now, what I wanna know is
what's gonna happen next?

We're gonna wind up at a massacre.

That's what.

You gonna stop it?

Yeah, stop it, or

join it.

[WHISTLES]

[TANK CREAKING]

Finnegan? Has Connors reported in?

Not yet, sir.

Get him.

Yes, sir.

Bluebird Nine? Bluebird Nine. This is CP.

[ON RADIO] Bluebird Nine,
Bluebird Nine, over.

This is Bluebird Nine, go ahead, CP.

They're acknowledging, sir.

Connors? This is the captain.

This is McCluskey, sir.

McCluskey? Do you think you
guys might extend yourselves a bit

and give me your position?

We're about four miles down
Rosebud Creek. We're about to cross over.

You're about to come
back here on the double.

You're about to report to me personally.

You're about to do it
within the next half-hour

or you'll be spending the next three

national holidays in the
guardhouse, do you read me?

Yes, sir, just a minute.
Here's Sergeant Connors.

Captain, this is Connors.

Connors, do I have to send
a couple of MPs down there?

Captain, look, we're just a mile
from where Major Reno met the Sioux!

Listen to me, Connors. I'm
going to give this to you just once.

When these maneuvers are over,
you can come back here on a vacation

and dig arrowheads, or anything you like.

But right now, I want a government-issue
tank back here at the command post

with three National Guardsmen
named Connors,

McCluskey and
Langsford right alongside it.

Now, you've got exactly 30 minutes
to bring her back here. Acknowledge!

Connors, acknowledge! Connors!

He's broken off, sir.

Lieutenant!

Take a jeep and three
men down Rosebud Crick.

Just follow the tread
marks, and bring 'em back.

What if they resist?

I'll tell you what you do, Lieutenant.

First apologize to them, then shoot
each one in the leg. Now, do you read me?

All right, let's move out.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

MCCLUSKEY: Nothing.

Nothing and no one. And right down
there is where Reno had his battle.

Welp, you guys better manufacture
a couple of Indians in a hurry.

Because, uh, I know a
National Guards captain

that's probably on his
way here with a net!

Where are they, Sarge?
How come we missed out?

How come we missed out?
You want an explanation?

We missed out because
we're looking for dead cavalry,

buried Indians, and
an 80-year-old battle.

That's why we missed out.

I've been doing some thinking about
this thing, see, and I got it figured out.

This whole thing is strictly an illusion.
That's the goods. It's an illusion!

We've talked ourselves
into a stinking illusion.

No, that's not it. That's not it at all.

McCluskey, do you remember what it
was that Reno found before the battle?

He even sent a message
back to Custer about it.

Sure, the village.

What village? What village?

What do I have to tell you guys
to straighten you out, huh? Tell me.

Reno's scouts found an Indian village,

and it was an hour after that that
the whole troop went into action.

Aw, man, my aching
back. I swear, I give up.

I give up!

This is where the men
separate from the nutsies.

Where're you going?

I'm going to cut back
to CP, if I can find it.

But don't worry, boys. I'm gonna
send you a padded ambulance.

Arrivederci. you all!

[WHISTLES]

[WHISTLES AGAIN]

[WHISTLING]

It's the village.

[PANTING]

That's a mirage, is it, Langsford?

It's not really there, is it?

I don't know, man, don't ask me
anything. Don't… Don't ask me nothing.

I'll go down and scout it.

You know, an hour ago if he'd said that,

I'd have laughed at him or shut
him up, but now I don't know.

Just be careful, McCluskey.

All right, what happens now, Sergeant?

I mean, what happens next?

Beyond the village is
where Benteen engages.

Well, I mean, uh, what about Custer?

He loses a right arm.

And as of the moment
Reno got cut off back there,

Custer's column was doomed.

Man, this is wild. I mean, you
know, this is really wild. It's, uh…

It's like chasing history.

It's like chasing history
and trying to change it.

Yeah.

Connors? Langsford?

If it's a mirage, it sure went the route.

Kid, you all right?

What's the matter?

I just seen the
granddaddy of all mirages.

This one's sticking out of my back.

Bluebird Nine, Bluebird Nine.
This is CP come in, Bluebird Nine.

Captain.

You'd better tell me they're just
a few hundred yards behind you.

I can't tell you that, sir.

You'd better be telling me something
else, like the whereabouts of an M-4 tank.

We found the tank,
sir. And this was on it.

"Crossing Rosebud Creek.
Trying to reach Seventh Cavalry.

Have to."

I don't get it.

I swear I don't get it.

What's he mean by the
Seventh Cavalry, Captain?

Who's the Seventh Cavalry?

It's a very hot outfit headed up by a
tiger by the name of George Custer.

And don't ask me any more
'cause I wouldn't be able to tell you.

Come on, just hang on now. We're
gonna to make it. Just hang on.

I'll make it all right.

Just a few hundred more feet,
that's all. They're right over that ridge.

Come on.

[HORSES NEIGHING]

[INDIAN WAR CRIES]

[GUNSHOTS]

All right, fellows. Let's do it!

[LOUD GUNFIRE]

There's no sign of the
men on either side, Captain.

The tank's up there on the ridge, but

there's no sign of the
men. No sign at all.

Keep looking.

Yes, sir.

Put them on report, sir?

Put 'em on report.

Captain!

"William Connors, Michael McCluskey,

Richard Langsford."

Kind of a coincidence, sir?

Quite a coincidence.

Too bad they couldn't have brought
the tank up. It would have helped.

Beg pardon, sir?

Nothing, Lieutenant.

I didn't say anything.

NARRATOR: Sergeant William Connors,

Trooper Michael McCluskey,
and Trooper Richard Langsford

who on a hot afternoon in
June made a charge over a hill

and never returned.

Look for this one under "P" for "phantom"

in a historical ledger
located in a reading room

known as the Twilight Zone.

PRESENTER: And now, Mr. Serling.

No one likes to age,
but it's a natural process

like death and taxes and the weather.

But next time on Twilight Zone,
we tell the story

about what happens when
a certain man doesn't age.

As a matter of fact, he grows younger.

Patrick O'Neal stars in
"A Short Drink From a Certain Fountain."

Now, if this one doesn't pull you up by

the shoulders, I don't
think anything will.

I hope we see you next time.

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