What we are about to experience is a nightmare. It is not meant to be prophetic; it need not happen. It's the fervent and urgent prayer of all men of goodwill that it never shall happen. But in this place, in this moment, it does happen. This is the Twilight Zone.
No moral, no message, no prophetic tract. Just a simple statement of fact: "For civilization to survive, the human race has to remain civilized." Tonight's very small exercise in logic from the Twilight Zone.
A small gathering of undecided voters in a typical suburban community are having a small dinner party discussing the upcoming election. Dr. Cohen is well-known and liked by this gathering because he has either administered to the health and well-being of his guests or has delivered their children. Everybody is especially friendly and jovial and mention is made of the rumor spread by the Republican Vice Presidential Candidate of the Democratic candidate’s alleged ties to a Sixties Radical. Suddenly, the group all of whom have had different opinions about the Radicals of that era gets into a heated argument. Some support the Democrat, others vehemently oppose him, one suggests that he should be assassinated.
As panic ensues, the Doctor insists that his guests either behave themselves or leave. Some of the gathering of friends become hysterical and call the Doctor a Radical sympathizer. All of the previous friendliness has vanished and is now replaced with bitter hate and soaring desperation as pent-up hostility and suppressed emotions boil to the surface. The friend who advocated violence takes a swing at the Doctor. The feelings of friendship, the sanctity of a friend's home, have now turned to violence. Just then, a news report on the radio discrediting the Vice Presidential candidates assertions. The Presidential candidate has had little or no relationship with the alleged Radical. The neighbors apologize for their behavior, but Dr. Cohen wonders if they would ever be themselves again.