All language subtitles for The Twilight Zone (1959) - S02E14 - The Whole Truth (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

whose boundaries are that of imagination.

That's the signpost up ahead.

Your next stop, the Twilight Zone.

[CHEERFUL MUSIC]

MAN: A honey from Hunnicut!

Drive it in good health!

[CHUCKLES]

[CAR BACKFIRES LOUDLY]

Too much power, eh?

[MISCHIEVOUS MUSIC]

-[THUD]
-[CHUCKLES]

We're just looking.

Well, that's what we want you to do.

Nobody pushes you around
here. No, sir, young man.

You can pause, exhale, check,
recheck, think, peruse, contemplate,

wade through, thumb over,
dip into. Be my guest, folks.

We were thinking of
maybe a little Coupe…

Something around $500.
But as late a model as we can.

Late? [SIGHS]

You shock me, you know that?

You know your husband
shocked me just then?

-He was only…
-Do you know why?

I'll tell you why you shocked me.

It's because you've succumbed

to the propaganda of
every cement-headed clod

up and down this street. I
said propaganda. [GRUNTS]

They like to push the late models,

don't they?

They do, don't they?

You know why they push the late models?

You think it's because they're honest,

law-abiding, rigidly moral
churchgoers? [CHUCKLES]

Let me tell you something,
young man. They push,

they push the late models

because that is where
the profit margin is.

They'll cram those
post-'54s down your gullet

because they would rather
make a buck than a friend.

They would rather make a profit

than a relationship.

They would rather cram
their wallets full of cash

than fill their hearts
with the fellowship

of men to men.

We're really just looking

for a good transportation car,

and we thought the newer…

New? That's where you've
completely gone wrong.

That's where you've suddenly gone amiss.

That's the juncture that's
headed you into a blind alley.

You don't want a new car.

You don't want one of those rinky-dink,

slapped-together on an assembly line,

covered with chintzy chrome,

fin tails, idiotic names
and no more workmanship

than you can stick into a thimble.

No.

I'll tell you what you want.

You want the craftsmanship
that comes with age

the dependability of proven performers

the dignity of
traditional transportation.

This is what you want.

A '38 Coupe.

It'll get you where you want to go.

It'll get you back.

-[METALLIC CLANK]
-[CHEERFUL MUSIC]

NARRATOR: This, as the
banner already has proclaimed

is Mr. Harvey Hunnicut.

An expert on commerce and con jobs

a brash, bright and
larceny-loaded wheeler and dealer

who when the good Lord
passed out a conscience

must have gone for a beer and missed out.

And these are a couple
of other characters.

A little old man in a Model-A car

but not just any old man
and not just any Model-A.

There's something
very special about them.

In a few moments, they'll give
Harvey Hunnicut something

that he's never experienced before.

Through the good
offices of a little magic

they will unload on Mr. Hunnicut

the absolute necessity to tell the truth.

Where they come from is conjecturable

but as to where they're
heading, this we know,

because all of them and
you are on the threshold

of the Twilight Zone.

[CHEERFUL MUSIC]

And did you know that
the original prototype

of this car was the Mark II tank?

When you go down the freeway,
everybody else, out of the way!

Where the gearshift is
used to be the cannon.

Let's sit down and talk turkey

because this baby is the
one you're going to buy.

The one that you're going to drive off…

Well, first of all…

Could we look it over a bit?

Look! More than that. Here, sit in it.

Get the feel of it. Relish in the luxury.

See how they built cars in the
days when cars were really built!

Come on, young fellow. Come on.

You, too, madam. You sit in it, too.

Park yourself in there and
enjoy it to your heart's content.

Boy, you know what you really should have

when you sit in a car like this?

Candlelight, a bottle of good wine

because this baby here has dignity.

[CAR DOOR SHUTS]

Relax for a minute, I'll be
right back. [CHUCKLES]

Oh, how do you do.

Well, that depends, Grandpa.

If you came here to park this

I'll just charge you nominal rates

but if you're here to sell it

you'll have to give me three and
a half minutes for my little laugh.

[SNIGGERS]

I'll give you 15 bucks for it.

Any junkman will give you 12.

The Smithsonian might
top us both by a buck or two.

It's a wonderful old car

and they built them better
in the old days, I think.

Ah, grandfather dear that
is the old rhubarb, the saw,

the turkey everybody and his brother

is trying to pull on the open market.

Cars were built better
in the old days, ha!

Ten years ago they didn't
know how to build cars.

Now it's the new cars that sell.

Don't mind these.

It's the new cars that sell and run.

It's the new cars that combine
the genius of mind, muscle

-and the assembly line.
-[THUD]

But I'll tell you what I'll do for you

because I love your face.

You remind me of my own grandfather

rest his soul, a man of dignity

down through his declining years

until he died rescuing a
capsized boatload of people

on the East River. I'll
give you 25 bucks for it.

Probably have to tear it down

sell it wheel by wheel, bolt by bolt

to itinerant junkmen that come around

but 25 I'll go.

$25?

Mm-hm.

I kind of need the money

but couldn't you make it 30?

You try me, old friend.

What does that mean?

That means that 25 is going…

-That means that 25 is gone!
-[CLANK]

There we are.

Ten, 20, and 25.

There we are.

Now, I'll tell you what you do.

You go in that office there.

You take your car registration papers…

Hold it, did I say car?

Vehicle, hm.

Now, here, hm.

[CHUCKLES, HUMS]

[MISCHIEVOUS MUSIC]

Comfy? [CHUCKLES]

[METALLIC CLANK]

Signed, sealed and delivered, Mr. Uh…

Hunnicut.

Oh, yes, and here are the keys.

Thank you.

Oh, by the way, Mr. Hunnicut.

There is one other small item

I ought to mention to you about the car.

Do, do.

It's haunted.

Haunted? [CHUCKLES]

You don't say.

Oh, yes, without a doubt.

The car is quite haunted.

It's been haunted

ever since it came off the assembly line

and every single one of its owners

can attest to this fact.

Well, now, I don't suppose

you'd mind telling me
how it's haunted, hm?

You sign right there.
Or how I can un-haunt it?

Oh, you'll find out soon enough.

I will.

As for un-haunting it

you'll have to sell the car.

Oh.

Well, good day, Mr. Hunnicut.

It's been a real pleasure.

Likewise, likewise.

I think you may find

that you have actually gotten
the best of the bargain at that.

My ancient friend, you do
me the ultimate injustice.

Our little transaction,
haunted or otherwise

was my charity case for the day.

You dwell on that, will you?

Dwell on it.

No, no, no, Mr. Hunnicut.

You dwell on it.

And I rather think you will.

Well?

How much is it?

It's not for sale. [CHUCKLES]

[SUSPENSE MUSIC]

Why not?

Uh. Well, I don't know.

This car we were just sitting in.

That's the one you were pushing.

Yeah, sure.

I… I guess I'm not pushing it anymore.

This is a wreck, it's a rum-dum.

It…

Oh. It hasn't got any
points, it hasn't got any rings

it hasn't got any plugs

and it'll leak gasoline like it
owns every oil well in Texas.

But the tires

are very bad, and the chassis's been bent

and if I said anything
about it being a runabout

why, I meant it would run
about a block and then stop.

And it'll cost you
double what you pay for it

when you start taking it in for repairs

and you'll start taking it in for repairs

every third Thursday of the month.

Well, what else have you got?

Oh, what else, well, well, I'll,

I haven't anything else
worthwhile to show you.

[SUSPENSE MUSIC]

Everything in this lot should
have been condemned years ago.

I got more lemons per square foot

than a fruit grower in Salinas.

And what you ought to do

you ought to hit one of
those reputable places

and get what you pay for,
and something you really like

but, uh, you shouldn't
come around here anymore.

Okay.

Thanks.

Yeah.

Oh, hey…

Never mind.

Let's go look at television sets.

[MISCHIEVOUS MUSIC]

[EERIE MUSIC]

MAN: Sorry, I'm late, boss.

I was down at the junkyard

checking on the '34 Chevy wheel discs.

I found four of them.

Hey, what's the action, boss?

Hm? Oh, things are
a little quiet around…

Irv, you won't believe what I…

Nah, you won't.

Hey, how about trying
to move that '35 Essex?

Move it is right.

It won't get anywhere
under its own power.

Knock it down to 55

tell everybody it's a
museum piece, last of its kind.

And look!

You keep that hood closed.

How many times I gotta tell you

when you got an engine
you can't see for rust

you don't go advertising the
fact you're trying to job a car

that carried French soldiers
to the First Battle of the Marne.

Now listen, Irv, I…

Want you to put a sign on the car

that says it's for sale
as is, no guarantees

and I think you better open up

both sides of the hood so they can get

a better look at the engine.

You want to sell it or
keep it for an heirloom?

What's the matter?

Do I look all right to you, Irv?

What did you have for dinner?

No, no, this is nuts.

This is power of suggestion or something.

Hey, that old gleep that sold me

that Model-A, a real nutsy.

Gave me a song and dance

about a haunted car.

[CHUCKLES] You get that? Haunted car.

And I was stupid enough

to stand there and listen to him.

What I should have done
was call up the local hatch

reserved a rubber room for him. Ha!

Honey, this is your ever-loving.

Now, look, baby about tonight

I'm going to be a little late.

Well, it's inventory time.

Look, I told you it was inventory time.

What I'm going to
be doing tonight is I…

[EERIE MUSIC]

I'm going to be playing
poker with the boys

and when I told you it was
inventory time last month

I was playing poker with the boys then.

WOMAN [ON PHONE]: You were doing what?

Honey, don't listen to me!

This is nuts, I'm sick or something.

Look, what I'm really
going to be doing tonight

is I'm… going to be
playing poker with the boys.

What is this?

Am I crazy or something?

I got no control over what I'm saying.

I got no control…

-Irv.
-[MISCHIEVOUS MUSIC]

I'm in the midst of a calamity.

That old gleep I was telling you about

the one who said that car was haunted.

He was right.

Whoever owns that
car has to tell the truth.

Hey, Irv, you dig?

Did you ever hear anything more ghastly?

Me, Harvey Hunnicut

from now on, as long as I own that car

I have to tell the truth.

[MISCHIEVOUS MUSIC]

Well, here are the
signs you wanted, boss.

Yeah.

I've heard of low pressure before, boss

but let's face it. This is no pressure.

[GROANS]

Irv, you know my wife
isn't speaking to me.

Would that that were
your only worry, boss.

You haven't moved a
car off the lot in three days.

I know.

That old lady who came
in yesterday afternoon

to buy that old auburn. Let's level now.

How do you start a sales
pitch by telling the customer

that if the car was one year older

Moses could have driven it
across the Red Sea? [CHUCKLES]

There's a limit to honesty, boss!

Irving, I… [SIGHS]

I used to feel that way myself.

I hate to bother you now, boss

but it's that thing about my raise.

Your raise?

Well, it's six months today

I don't want to bug you, but you promised

that in six months
if I'd sold three cars,

that you would turn…

Oh. Yeah, well, sure.

When I… I…

The day you get more money out of me,

it'll be below zero in the Fijis.

Every yokel who works here

starts and stops at the same salary.

I only dangle that raise in front of them

just as long as it
takes them to get wise.

Irv. Irv.

For you to get more money out of me

would be just about as easy

as pouring hot butter
into a wildcat's ear.

Irv, that hurt me more than it did you.

Correction.

This is going to hurt you
a lot more than it hurts me.

[PUNCH]

[MISCHIEVOUS MUSIC]

What's your pleasure, sir?

Oh, Luther Grimbley here.

Honest Luther Grimbley.

Thirty years in politics,
currently up for reelection.

Alderman, 13th Ward.
You've probably heard of me.

Delighted.

Something nice in a Model-A?

Beautiful, isn't it?

That depends.

If you take 12 aspirin
and shut your eyes tight

you might call it beautiful.

But in the cold light of day, son,

it's a wreck.

What about its condition?

-Well, let me tell you one thing…
-[EERIE MUSIC]

The block's cracked.

Block cracked?

Block cracked.

What else?

You can see for yourself.

You take a good look at these tires.

The rubber's shot.

Yeah, sure is.

Might be good for a few years

not many, though.

Many?

This car is living on borrowed time.

What… What's she worth?

Oh.

Assuming some clod
who wanted a real bum car

to use for a gag or something

maybe, uh, 50 bucks?

Fifty bucks!

All right, maybe 60.

Why not 30?

You don't understand, do you?

This is a bad car, you see. It's a lemon.

Lemon? [CHUCKLES]

Why you dirty dog, you.

You clever son of a gun.

That's the truth. The absolute truth.

I've seen all kinds of routines

all kinds of routines

but you clever little cookie, you.

This is the old
reverse English, isn't it?

The old twister-oo?

Why you sharp-shooting, sharpie!

You knew I wanted it, didn't you?

You little devil you!

You knew I wanted it.

I'll tell you what.

I'll give you 25 bucks for it.

On account of it's good
politics to drive an old car.

Makes people think you're
not getting rich off of them.

25 bucks!

How about 22 and a half?

Huh?

I didn't notice the dent in the fender.

Oh.

I mean $22.50, the car and no strings.

No, uh, strings?

You better trot out
the strings, buddy boy.

I want to know what I'm getting.

Well, $22.50, the car as is, and, uh…

And, uh, what?

Uh, well, uh, the car's haunted.

Haunted?

The car is haunted?

[CHUCKLES]

So it's haunted.

I swear, you're the
cleverest cookie in the…

You ought to be in politics. [CHUCKLES]

Haunted?

Yes.

How is it haunted?

Well, whoever owns it has
to tell the truth. [LAUGHS]

Whoever owns it has to tell the truth?

The whole truth, and the only way

he can stop telling the
truth is to sell the car.

-How about this baby?
-[SUSPENSE MUSIC]

That's no baby.

That's a great-grandfather.

Hasn't got any transmission,
no rear end, no axle.

That one's shot.

That's the goods, is it?

You have to tell the truth, don't you?

That's it.

That's the reason for the song and dance.

You have to tell the truth.

Well, what about the Model-A?

I mean, in spite of the
fact that it's haunted

it's, it's still a swell…
conversation piece.

For some people, maybe

but not for old, honest Luther Grimbley.

Buddy boy, I'm in politics.

When you tell me

I got to start telling
the truth all the time

holy Hanna!

You know something?

I couldn't make a
single political speech.

I couldn't run for office
again. [CHUCKLES]

Now why don't you sell this car

to Boss Ryan over at 12th Ward.

I'd love to hear him
tell the truth just once.

Or the mayor, the mayor!

Why don't you?

Hey, why not even to this guy, huh?

Who? This fella?

Say, that's not a bad idea.

If you could get him to tell the truth

that might be the
greatest gag of all time.

[MUTTERING]

Yeah.

Why not, huh? [CHUCKLES]

Oh, boy!

That would be… [CHUCKLES]

[CHEERFUL MUSIC]

Your reasoning seems valid, Mr. Hunnicut.

It's your motives that we're concerned

don't worry about my motives.

I don't wanna cheat you.
I bought it for 25 bucks

I'm selling for 25. Talk
it over with your boss.

[MISCHIEVOUS MUSIC]

We'll accept your terms, Mr. Hunnicut.

You say $25 American money.

Twenty-five American dollars.

I got the papers.

Now, this is the bill of sale

the transfer of title,
the car registration.

Have your boss sign all
three on the dotted lines.

I'm empowered to handle the signatures…

Oh, no. No. The boss
has to sign them, you dig?

The boss, the boss has to sign them.

A sort of memento
or souvenir, is that it?

Uh, yeah, something like that.

Well, I'll see what I can do.

Here we are.

And here is the money.

Twenty-five American dollars.

You lucky dog, you.

You got a million bucks
worth of propaganda here

you know that?

All you have to do is
to try to tell your folks

that this is the kind of a car

the average American drives.

You try and tell them that.

These are your copies, these are mine.

That does it.

Your boss is now the new
owner of this car. [CHUCKLES]

Drive it right off, buddy boy.

You drive it right off.

Is this the living end!

And I got his signature right here.

Nikita Khrushchev.

[DIALING TELEPHONE]

Uh, long distance?

Operator, say, if an American citizen

has something real
important in the way of news…

Uh, well,

I mean if it affects the foreign
policy of the United States

well, what I'd really
like to know is, uh,

can you get me through to Jack Kennedy?

NARRATOR: Couldn't happen you say?

Far-fetched, way out, tilt-of-center?

Possible, but the next
time you buy an automobile

if it happens to look

as if it's gone through
the Battle of the Marne

and the seller is ready to throw
into the bargain one of his arms

be particularly careful
in explaining to the boss

about your grandmother's funeral

when you were actually at
Chavez Ravine watching the Dodgers.

It'll be a fact that you're
the proud possessor

of an instrument of truth

manufactured and distributed
by an exclusive dealer

in the Twilight Zone.

PRESENTER: Rod Serling,
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 bring you a
show called "The Invaders,"

written by Mr. Richard Matheson.

And in this room you'll
watch Miss Agnes Moorehead

in a tension-riddled attempt at escape

from a pair of very
improbable housebreakers.

This one we recommend to
science fiction buffs, fantasy lovers

or to anyone who wants
to grip the edge of his seat

and take a 24-minute
trip into the realm of terror.

[SUSPENSE MUSIC]

MALE VOICE: ♪ Please, please
Don't be a litterbug ♪

♪ 'Cause every litter bit hurts. ♪

[CLANK]