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woman:
...so that you can feel

the weight of your arms,
your legs

and your body slipping away.

it's a pleasant sensation.

you're free of everything
holding you back.

you can think with perfect,
crystal clarity.

your name is loraine gustin.

but you've had other names
before this, other lives.

they're buried deep inside.

but now as you begin
to float freely

they start to rise up
within you.

you can see them clearly.

now...

search them

for the most significant memory
of your past lives.

open your thoughts

and let the sights
and sounds come in.

i'm sewing.

i work
in a dressmaker's shop.

good, what year is it?

a long time ago.

okay, good.

look around you.

what do you see?
what's happening?

they're shouting...
at the door.

men with guns.
they're wearing uniforms.

red... british...
british soldiers.

they... they say they know
we're hiding revolutionaries.

i keep telling them no.

we only make dresses.

we haven't seen... but...

they don't believe us.

they don't believe me.

they... torches...

torches... they're setting...

the shop on fire.

they won't let us out.

it's all right, mrs. gustin.

listen to me.

it's all right.

the fire is disappearing.

you're safe.

it's going away.

everything is as it was.

yes.

you're starting
to come back.

you're floating back down.

you can feel the weight
returning

to your legs and your arms.

i'll touch your hand,
and when i do

you will awaken
feeling refreshed

and you will remember
everything you've seen.

one,

two,

three.

gustin:
i don't know how to thank you,
ms. mcneal.

i feel better
than i've been in years.

for the first time,
i understand

why i'm so afraid of fire
and men in uniforms.

and to think
it was a memory

and from so long ago.

if we all knew
we'd lived before,

and if we could
remember those past lives,

we'd understand
ourselves better.

maybe we'd be kinder
to one another

knowing that in a previous life

we were poor or hurting
or hungry.

thank you so much.

you're welcome.

have you ever tried yourself?

it's ironic, i suppose.

i've never been able to remember
any of my own past lives.

but i keep trying
every day.

someday, who knows.

narrator:
mary mcneal,

dealer in dreams and memories,

to whom the uncovering
of past lives

is the greatest good
she can render

to a forgetful humanity.

mary (on recorder):
your name is mary mcneal,

but you have had other names
before this, other lives.

narrator:
8:57 p.m. and mary mcneal
makes another attempt

to discover a previous life.

however, the journey
she is about to take

is to a different place--

a land whose borders
are defined

by the region we call
the twilight zone.

mary:
now search them for the most
significant memory

of all of your past lives.

(distant bell tolling)

mary:
now search them for the most
significant memory

of all of your past lives.

nothing again.

well, at least
i got some sleep.

(distant siren wailing)

mrs. vivencore,
i'm so sorry.

it's the oldest
excuse in the world,

but i overslept and rushed
withoutthinkingto call.

excuse me,
but have we met?

of course, we made
the appointment by phone.

i'm mary mcneal.

you called me last week

about wanting help
with your memory?

you must be mistaken.

there's nothing wrong
with my memory.

what i meant was the memory
of your lives beforethisone.

i assure you
it's a simple process.

in my last life
i was corporal lon desmond.

i fought
in the second world war

and won the medal
of honor,

awarded posthumously,
of course.

but you know?

(baby cries)

how?

the medal?

it was nothing.

i jumped on a grenade
to save my squad.

but that's amazing.
how did you know that?

(baby screaming)

i really don't have time

for this sort of foolishness.

thank you
and good day.

(baby cries)

(breaking glass)

(man speaking indistinctly)

i had the same problem
in my last life.

man, just my luck to
get stuck like that

two lifetimes in a row.

you know,
how is it going with you?

(men continue
speaking indistinctly)

excuse me, miss,
can i help you?

this used to be my office.

man:
that must've been
some time ago.

i've been here
for two years.

what can i do for you?

thiswasyour office?

you're out of work?

mary:
it's difficult
to explain.

i woke up this morning,

and i don't know
what's happening anymore.

i don't know if i've changed
or the world's changed

but something's happened.

i don't even know why
i'm bothering you with this.

it's just that there's nobody
else for me to talk to.

yes, there is.

you're not alone.

many people have trouble

adjusting to
their new lives.

that's why we're here.

fill out this form,
then we'll talk.

i'm jim sinclair.

i'll be at that desk.

excuse me.

what's a regression therapist?

it's nothing.

i don't think
it matters anymore.

relationship
counselor.

self-help
instructor.

two years as head
of a crisis counseling unit.

you have a high priority
on helping others.

an admirable quality.

you didn't
list anything

from previous lives.

i didn't know you could.

it helps, particularly

when you've developed
no skills in this life.

if we can run through
the jobs you had

in your last three
or four lifetimes.

we won't go back more
than a couple hundred years.

there's not much call

for blacksmiths.

um... i've always felt

i must have lived
during the depression.

felt?

i'm always moved

when i see pictures
from that time,

as if i knew what
those people were feeling?

could you give me
references for this life?

name some people
you might have known.

i really don't remember.

addresses?

marriages? schools?

technical? liberal?
anything at all?

if you won't help me,
i can't help you.

i didn't say i wouldn't.

listen, i'm sorry i took
so much of your time.

thank you for your help.

sinclair here.

i just had a woman in here

who listed only her present life
on her resume.

when i pressed her for details
on her past lives

she claimed
she couldn't remember them.

no, i don't think
she's a new soul.

she didn't have that vacant look
so many of them have.

mary mcneal.

yes, i agree.

she could be the one
we're looking for.

man:
so her behavior
was significant?

sinclair:
a lot of people disapprove
of what we do.

doesn't sound
like disapproval.

it was more like shock--

as if she'd never
seen such a thing before.

it's possible she's been
out of circulation awhile.

that happens. and then there
is the other possibility.

so we discussed,
but i'm not ready

to accept that theory.

there's something
wrong here,

and i think
she's hiding something.

before we do anything,
we must be certain.

will you bring her in?

if we don't decide
to kill her first.

(distant sirens wailing)

(people clamoring)

(moaning)

miss?

miss, are you okay?

go away.

let me die in peace.

i'll go get help.

no.

no. you know the law.

anybody who wants
to die, can die.

it's my right,
and you can't take it away.

i've chosen exposure,
malnutrition, sleeping pills.

it's a lot cleaner
than a bullet, isn't it?

guns scare me.

a lot of things scare me.

why do you want to die?

in my last life,
i had a nice job

a nice family.

people liked me.

can you
imagine that?

but now look.

look at me!

look at this body i was born in.

i have tried everything

and nothing
works.

i'm going
to start over.

i'd like
to sleep now.

no.

what do you care?

i care
plenty.

not because of what
you look like or who you are,

but because you're needed
in this lifetime.

surrendering is wrong.

you're needed
in the here and now

not in your
next lifetime.

nobody needs me.

ineed you.

it seems i don't
have anyone

or anything.

maybe we could
start over together.

can you give me
that chance?

can you give me

that much?

i'll go get help.

i'll be right back.

there's a woman
back there.

get an ambulance.

i think she's dying.

you're the man
from the agency.

no!

you must come
with us.

mary:
no!

promise me you'll get
her an ambulance.

i promise.

okay, let's go.

what about the woman?

what about her?

i made a promise.

get her an ambulance.

who are you?

why are you doing this to me?

call us concerned
citizens, ms. mcneal.

we're part of a group

not quite sanctioned
by our government

but not entirely denied, either.

we play hide-and-seek.

we seek out
people like you.

your kind.

what kind is that?

that's what we've brought
you here to determine.

who are you, ms. mcneal?

really?

i've heard you claim
not to know who you were

in your previous lives.

you must understand
that'squiteirregular.

it's utterly unheard of.

and we can find no
documentation on you.

no identity papers.

no place of residence.

it's as if you did not exist.

and if you do not exist,
then no one will miss you.

so you see

it's in your best interest
to cooperate with us.

what are you trying to hide?

who were you
in your previous lives?

i told you, i
don't remember.

remember... remember what?

names?

places?

body counts?

have you been
to moscow lately?

guyana? uganda?

what names did you go by
in your past lives?

the borgias?
attila the hun?

lady macbeth?

we can run down
the whole bloody litany

if you like

if it helps to jog
your failing memory.

haven't seen
adolph in a while.

is a littlefuhrer
hiding in there?

leave me alone.

she could be
the truth.

if she's who
we're looking for...

not in front of her.

if she's telling the truth,
we'll find out soon enough.

when we went to daddy's funeral

mommy said we should be brave.

i wore my new blue dress.

i read a poem
that i wrote myself.

after it was over, mommy said
we had to move...

go earlier.

i don't know.

who were you?

i don't remember.

i'm doubling
the serum.

that could kill her.

we'll have
to chance that.

welcome back,
ms. mcneal.

oh, my head.

it will
soon pass.

you were telling
the truth.

we're sorry we had
to put you through that.

you're free to go.

just like that?

what about my life?

what? sorry, wrong number?

hang up and walk away
like nothing happened?

precisely,
ms. mcneal.

unless, of course, you would
care to work for us.

i'll see you
in hell first.

sinclair, get her
some water.

we're offering you
a very rare chance

to go from a prisoner

to a savior.

you are a healer.

we ask you
to help us heal.

we want you
to help us forget.

forget who, and what

and where we were.

you're out of your mind.

perhaps i am.

maybe we all are.

look around you.

did you smell
the madness out there?

it gets worse
with every generation.

you can smell
the death.

the death that we needn't fear
because we come back

but which is with us
from the cradle to the grave.

think of dying,
and the new agony of rebirth.

you remember it all.

we're so busy
avenging the past

that we lose
the present.

that's the world
we live in.

that's the waking horror
that's our everyday existence.

what can i do
to help you?

you have
a gift.

we need you
to teach us
that gift.

you can help us

let the past
be swallowed by silence.

no more carrying grudges
across the centuries.

no more longing for lives past.

just the moment.

and the thrill
of making this life

as good as
it can be.

we've waited
so long for you.

if we were harsh

it was out of fear
and hope.

when we first met,

i knew you wanted
to help people.

we're giving you
the greatest opportunity

ever given
a person.

help us.

help us to forget.

your name is ruth warden.

that is the only name
you will remember.

let the memories
of your past lives fade.

when you awaken

you will remember only
that you are ruth warden.

you will begin your life
with a fresh start.

narrator:
mary mcneal, who set out
on a voyage of discovery

that brought her home again
by a most curious route.

now appointed guardian of doors
best kept sealed

in the mirror-mirror world
of the twilight zone.

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