TV series: The twilight zone (The Twilight Zone) (1959)

The tools of conquest do not necessarily have to be bombs and explosions and fallout. There are other weapons: just a thought, principles and prejudices, which can be detected only in the minds of people. For the record: prejudices can kill and suspicion to destroy it. And thoughtless, panic scapegoating emits its own radiation, which will affect the children, including the unborn. And very sad that this can happen not only in the twilight zone.

And fate, a laughing fate, the Joker with a wide smile stretched through the stars, looking for those whose wish came true... but with one caveat. Desire fulfilled, but only in the twilight zone.

They say that a dream can only last a second, but in that second a man can live a lifetime he can suffer and die... And who can determine which of the two realities is real: the one in which we live, or the one which we dream between heaven and earth in the twilight zone?

There is a fifth dimension beyond human knowledge. This measurement is the same vast as space and timeless as infinity. It is the border area between light and shadow, between science and superstition. It lies between the precipice of human fear and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension imagination. This is an area that could be called "the twilight zone".

Now the questions that come to mind: "Where is this place and when is it?" "What kind of world is this where ugliness is the norm and beauty the deviation from that norm?" You want an answer? The answer is it doesn't make any difference, because the old saying happens to be true. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. In this year or a hundred years hence. On this planet or wherever there is intelligent life. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Now the questions that come to mind: "Where is this place, and when is it?" "What kind of world is it where ugliness is the norm and beauty the deviation from that norm?" You want to answer? The answer is irrelevant, because the old saying becomes true. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. This year or a hundred years later. On this planet or anywhere where there is intelligent life. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Anyplace, everyplace, where there's hate, where there's prejudice, where there's bigotry. He's alive. He's alive so long as these evils exist. Remember that when he comes to your town. Remember it when you hear his voice speaking out through others. Remember it when you hear a name called, a minority attacked, any blind, unreasoning assault on a people or any human being. He's alive because through these things we keep him alive.
Any place where there is hatred, where there is prejudice, where there is bigotry. He's alive. He's alive as long as there are these defects. Remember that when it comes to your city. Remember this when you hear his voice speaking through others. Remember this when you hear the name is pronounced. A minority is attacked, all blinded, attack for no reason at people or anything human. He's alive because through these things we're keeping him alive.

A sickness known as hate. Not a virus, not a microbe, not a germ. Highly contagious. Deadly in its effects. Don't look for it in the Twilight Zone. Look for it in the mirror. Look for it before the lights go out altogether.
There is a disease known as hatred. Not a virus, not a microbe, not a germ. Highly contagious. Fatal in its consequences. Don't look for it in the twilight zone. Look at her in the mirror. Look at her before the lights go out in General.

It's pretty bad, isn't it? I know it's pretty bad. Ever since I can remember... ever since I was a little girl...people have turned away from me. The very first thing I can remember is a little child screaming when she looked at me. I never wanted to be beautiful. I never wanted to look like a painting. I never even wanted to be loved. I just wanted... I just wanted people not to scream when they looked at me.
Too bad, isn't it? I know this is very bad. Long as I can remember... Since I was a little girl... people have always turned away from me. The first memory that comes to me is a little girl who yells, looking at me. I never wanted to be beautiful. I never wanted to be admired like a painting. I never even wanted to be loved. I just wanted... I just wanted people not screaming, looking at me.