All language subtitles for The Twilight Zone (1959) - S02E02 - The Man in the Bottle (1080p BluRay x265 ImE)

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

NARRATOR: You're traveling
through another dimension.

A dimension not only of
sight and sound, but of mind.

A journey into a wondrous
land of imagination.

Next stop, the Twilight Zone.

[CAT MEOWS]

[SIGHS]

Edna.

Huh?

What about gas and electric?

What?

The gas and electric bill.
How many months is that?

Four months. That's one you better pay.

Huh. That's one I can't pay.

-Oh, I wish…
-[BELL RINGS]

How are you, Mrs. Gumley?

Oh, just fine, Mr. Castle.
How have you been?

Oh, can't complain.

Been having a lot of rain, haven't we?

Mm, quite a bit of rain
for this time of the year.

Really.

It's good for the flowers.

How's that?

An heirloom today, Mr. Castle.

An heirloom, Mrs. Gumley?

Oh, yes, Mr. Castle. Been in
my family for years and years.

It's supposed to be very valuable.

Hand-blown glass is what it is.

Really?

Uh-huh.

Mrs. Gumley, it's just
a plain old wine bottle.

Do you know what it's worth? Nothing.

If you could find the
store where it came from,

that's what they would give
you for it, Mrs. Gumley. Nothing.

I… I could let it go f… for a dollar.

Mrs. Gumley, if I
could spare a dollar, I'd

give it to you, believe
me I would, but…

Well, things have been rough
here. I'm so in debt myself…

[REGISTER BELL RINGS]

I wish I could make it more. I really do.

Thank you, Mr. Castle.

You're a wonderful man. God bless you.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Mr. Castle, it's not an
heirloom, you know.

I found it in an ash can.

Please, Mr. Castle, forgive me for lying.

Aw, that's all right, Mrs. Gumley.

Who knows? Maybe it'll
turn out to be an heirloom.

Yeah.

Thank you.

[BELL RINGS]

Gorgeous.

She has to eat, doesn't she?

You don't?

Arthur, we're just around
the corner from bankruptcy.

You promised me, no more handouts.

Look, Edna,

maybe all I've got left is to try to find

some poor clod who
I could feel sorry for.

Maybe a man can be a failure
for only so long, and then, then…

And then it catches up with him.

Look at it, Edna! Look at it!

The legacy of a hundred years.

My grandfather owned
it, and it broke his heart.

And then, my father. It killed him, too.

Look at it. Look at it. The
meanness of it, the shabbiness of it,

the hand-to-mouth of it!
It isn't just an antique shop

where you pick up the pitiful
remnants of other people's failures.

It's a shrine to failure
itself, that's what it is!

It's a mausoleum, a burial
ground for, for people's hopes.

Edna, what happens to us
anyway? What happens to us?

We're not old people, and
yet this place is making us old.

There must be years ahead of us that
come without scrimping and counting,

and picking over checkbooks and budgets

and final notices and old bills.

Hey.

Hey!

NARRATOR: Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Castle,

gentle and infinitely patient people

whose lives have been a hope chest
with a rusty lock and a lost set of keys.

But, in just a moment, that
hope chest will be opened,

and an improbable phantom
will try to bedeck the drabness

of these two people's failure-laden lives

with the gold and precious
stones of fulfillment.

Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Castle,
standing on the outskirts

and about to enter the Twilight Zone.

How do you do?

Rather than go into any lengthy
generic explanation of my existence,

suffice it to say that I… am a genie.

That's quite correct. A genie.

I can offer you four wishes
with a guaranteed performance.

Well, Mr. Castle?

Mrs. Castle?

What have you in mind?

Arthur, what's happening to us?

He's a hypnotist or something.

Nothing of the sort.

I grant four wishes to the owner,

then go back inside the
bottle for a century and a year

until a summons comes
from the next owner.

Now, I think the business at
hand is for you and Mrs. Castle

to decide upon the
nature of your four wishes,

-keeping in mind, of course…
-Edna.

That each wish is irrevocable.

Once made, it is fulfilled. And,
once fulfilled, it is a matter of record.

It can only be altered
by yet another wish.

Clear, Mr. Castle?

I think we'd better call the police.

Wish for them. I can
bring you Scotland Yard,

the Federal Bureau of Investigation,

or every bobby in the city of London.

Is it the police you want?

No. That is not what we would wish for.

Arthur, you out of your
mind? You believe him?

Please go on, Mr. Castle.
You were saying?

Well, if I had a wish,

just for the sake of argument,

I'd say I wanted that broken
glass in that case to be fixed.

Would you like to make
it official, Mr. Castle?

Well, Mr. Castle, is that your wish?

Yes, that is my wish.

I want that glass in that
display case to be repaired.

Well, Mr. Castle?

You have three wishes left.

Three wishes.

Three wishes, Edna, three wishes.

Anything we want. Well,
think, think. What do we want?

Nothing, Arthur. I want nothing.

A new shop. An expensive
shop on Fifth Avenue.

We could have that just for the asking.

Or money, Edna, money!

A hundred-thousand dollars!

Two-hundred thousand dollars! A million!

Edna, Edna, we wouldn't
have to grub anymore.

We wouldn't have to sit
here and waste our lives away.

Arthur, no. There's
something unholy about this.

Clothes, Edna, expensive clothes.

Jewels, a beautiful house!
Anything we want, Edna!

No more worries for
the rest of our lives.

Money.

Money? The simplest, Mr. Castle.

How much, and in what denominations?

How much do we want?

I don't know. I don't know!

Uh, yeah.

A million dollars,

right here on the floor,
in five and ten-dollar bills.

That's what we want! A million dollars!

Ask and you shall receive, Mr. Castle.

[GENIE LAUGHING]

Edna, Edna!

[GENIE LAUGHING]

Edna! A million dollars, Edna!

A million dollars! A million dollars!

Edna, look!

A million!

Wait, wait, wait. So…
wait, wait, wait. So he says,

wait. So he says, "Money?
So much money for me."

I thought maybe she's a go-outta-style!

[ALL LAUGHING]

Here you are, my friend. Here you are.

You pay off that mortgage and have it to
yourself. Start living again. That's it.

Here you are, my dear. You
take yourself that vacation.

And bring back a boyfriend. Don't forget.

Mrs. Gumley. Oh, my dear.

Here. Here. More. More!

Mrs. Gumley, God
bless you. God bless you.

Here you are, my dear.

No, no, no, no. You
take that home with you.

Here you are, Reverend. Don't
you worry. This is honest money.

You take it and get that church
painted. Yes, sir, and thank you.

Yes, Dolly, here you are. Come here.

You tell Angelo to get himself a
new truck with red wheels. Remember.

Here you are, my…

No need. My card, Mr. Castle.

Office of Internal Revenue.

Yes, that's correct. There's a
matter of an income tax, Mr. Castle.

Just send us the bill and we'll pay it.

But send us the bill in a
hurry, would you, please?

My wife and I will be taking
off for Europe very shortly.

[HUMMING]

Dependents?

The whole neighborhood.

Oh, no. They don't count.

Uh… what does that figure there mean?

A million dollars, Mr. Castle.

Taxed on the basis of a husband
and wife, using the standard deductions,

you owe the government
approximately $907,000.

What?

Yes, that's correct. Then, in addition,

there's a state income tax
involved which using thumb rule

the whole thing comes to a
total of, roughly, mind you,

$942,640.

Arthur, we've already
given away a lot of money.

Well, now, if you'll
just fill out this form

and send it to us with your check?

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Oh, uh, if you want to
use the installment plan,

we'll send you a statement
after the form has been analyzed.

Uh, Mr. Castle?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just send us a bill.

Well, we'll be seeing you, Mr. Castle.

Good evening, Mrs. Castle.

Well?

Wait.

$910,530. $910,535. $910,540.

We gave away almost $60,000.

And this goes to taxes.

And this…

And this…

Five dollars?

Yeah.

Quite a wish, Arthur. Quite a wish.

And we haven't even
paid those bills, yet.

GENIE: Mr. Castle.

It was my suggestion that you
reflect very carefully, Mr. Castle.

Very, very carefully.

Now, had you made a wish that
took into account the taxes involved…

Oh. Look, you.

Plenty of sweet talk and
promises and the whole thing,

and all the time you're
nothing but a con artist.

This time I want the million
dollars, but I want it after…

Arthur! No more money.

You gotta wish for something else.

Something else.

How about ten more wishes? Or twenty?

Don't be in such a hurry, Arthur.

Then you think of something!

I'm afraid wishing for more
wishes isn't permitted, Mr. Castle.

Frankly, I'd be afraid to have you
try for fear of the consequences.

What consequences?

Why do you keep losing your temper?

Well, you're no help
for me. That's for sure!

Here we stand in this crummy little shop
with the whole world out in front of us,

with anything to wish for that we
want, and you just stay on my back…

Arthur!

Edna.

Wha… What's happening with us?

What's going on?

Oddly enough, Mr. Castle,
this is the normal

pattern that seems to
be generally followed.

Great excitement, great emotionalism.

Strangely enough, hard
to believe though it may be,

only a modicum of happiness.

Well,

you got a couple of cheap
customers here, mister.

People that haven't known much happiness.

What? What? What do we wish for?

I wish I knew, Arthur. I don't know!

What about it, genie?
What can we wish for now?

Wha… What can come to us without tricks?

Without tricks! I question the
semantics here, Mr. Castle.

There are no tricks involved.

There are simply normal and
understandable outgrowths and conditions

that go with any windfall.

No matter what you wish for,

you must be prepared
for the consequences.

Something without consequences.

Something dead sure.

Something anchored, something airtight.

Edna, I think I got it.

I think I know what it is.

What, Arthur?

Power. Power, Edna.

To be in charge of something.

The boss. To be a leader.

We could wish for that.

Possible. Very possible.

President of a corporation?
That sort of thing?

He could go bankrupt.

Mayor of a city?

You get voted out of office. Then what?

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I know what.

Head of a country.
Ruler of a whole country.

That's it.

What about it, genie?

I wanna be the head of a country
who can't be voted out of office.

Do you want to be
more specific than that?

Wait a minute.

Let me give it to you this way.

I want to be the head
of a foreign country

who can't be voted out of office,

but it must be a contemporary country.

Contemporary?

Within this century.

No problems.

What about consequences?

[CHUCKLING]

Consequences, Mr. Castle?

I've already told you.

You run the risk of consequences
no matter what you wish for.

All right, then.

Go ahead, Arthur. You wish for that.

I want to be the ruler
of a foreign country,

just as I've described it.

Go ahead, genie. Take over.

As you wish, Mr. Castle.

[LAUGHING]

[LAUGHING]

[CRYING]

From now on, it's just a mass suicide.

Well, what about it, Führer?

[BOMBS EXPLODING]

Head of a country. Can't
be voted out of office.

I'm Hitler. I'm in a bunker.

It's the end of the war.

[BOMBS EXPLODING]

Mein Führer.

What you asked for.

Very quick,

and very painless, mein Führer.

And we have the gasoline outside

for you and Miss Braun…

When you finish.

[PLANES FLYING OVERHEAD]

[BOMBS EXPLODING]

I wish… I wish I were
back where it all started.

I wish I were Arthur Castle again!

What's the matter,
Arthur? You look so funny.

What happened?

I had a wish fulfilled.

Number four.

All the wishes ended the same way.

In fragments, little pieces.

Funny thing, though.

This place, this…

This place doesn't look half bad.

You all right?

Oh, I'm fine.

Well, maybe we'll
stop wishing for a while.

And, since we obviously
can't afford a brand-new life,

suppose we give the old
one a paint job or something?

I think that's a very good idea.

[LAUGHING]

What are you laughing at?

We came out of it ahead anyway.

Shouldn't be a total loss.

[LAUGHING]

[BOTH LAUGHING]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

NARRATOR: A word to the wise now

to the garbage collectors of the world,

to the curio seekers,
to the antique buffs,

to everyone who would try to coax
out a miracle from unlikely places.

Check that bottle you're taking
back for a two-cent deposit.

The genie you save might be your own.

Case in point, Mr. and
Mrs. Arthur Castle,

fresh from the briefest of
trips into the Twilight Zone.

PRESENTER: Rod Serling, the
creator of The Twilight Zone,

will tell you about next week's story

after this word from
our alternate sponsor.

And now, Mr. Serling.

Next week, we take you into
this eight by eight hotel room,

and we watch a penny-ante
crook make a decision.

You better ask the room clerk the
number of this room, and then come on up.

Mr. Joe Mantell is the
nervous man in the four-dollar room.

That's The Twilight Zone next
week, and we'll be waiting for you.

Thank you and goodnight.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

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