All language subtitles for The Twilight Zone (1959) - S02E19 - Mr. Dingle, the Strong (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.

NARRATOR: Uniquely American
institution known as the neighborhood bar.

Reading left to right are
Mr. Anthony O'Toole, proprietor,

who waters his drinks like geraniums

but who stands four-square
for peace and quiet

and for booths for ladies.

This is Mr. Joseph J. Callahan,
an unregistered bookie,

whose entire life is any sporting event

with two sides and a set of odds.

His idea of a meeting at
the summit is any dialogue

between a catcher and a pitcher
with more than one man on base.

And this animated citizen
is every anonymous bettor

who ever dropped rent money

on a horse race or prize
fight or a floating crap game

and who took out his
frustrations and his insolvency

on any vulnerable
fellow barstool companion

within arm's and fist's reach.

And this is Mr. Luther Dingle,
a vacuum cleaner salesman

whose volume of business is roughly that

of a valet at a hobo convention.

He's a consummate
failure in almost everything

but is a good listener
and has a prominent jaw.

Don't give me that, Callahan.

I don't pay off on a bum call.

Three umpires call the man out.

I call the man out.

60,000 fans call the man out.

The final score was
Pittsburgh 3, Dodgers nothing.

You and I got an even bet, pal.

I happened to have the
Pirates. You got the Dodgers.

So you owe me five dollars.

The ball was foul when it hit him

so instead of an out, it was a foul ball.

So who's to say there wouldn't
have been a man on base?

And when Pignatano got a
single a run would have scored.

And like that. And furthermore, Callahan,

you're nothing but a cheating
insult to the American bookie.

Oh, yeah? I'll give you five
seconds to take back that innuendo.

Callahan, I told you once before already.

You start another brawl in here

and I'm gonna fix that mouth of yours

so any future drinking you'll do

is gonna be through
a tube stuck in a vein.

Me? Why me? Tell it to the troublemaker.

The number-one welsher

of all the western
states sitting over here.

His father owes my father from
the second Dempsey-Tunney fight.

Yeah? Yeah? Yeah?

Mainly on account of it was a bum call.

Hey, buddy, did you see the Tunney fight?

You remember the
referee with the long count?

The guy was knocked
clear out of the ring.

You could have gone up in
the stands, got a can of beer

engaged in a little conversation,

come back, sit down in your seat

and the referee still
wasn't finished counting.

Now, I ask you, how about that?

I ask you, how about it?

Me?

Yeah, yeah, you.

Did you watch the game on TV last night?

You talk about bum calls.

Duke Snider was up in the ninth inning.

Two men were out. Howard and
Moon were on first and second.

And this umpire with
no pupils in his eyes

calls a foul ball an out. Did you see it?

[STUTTERS] Yes, as a matter of fact

I did watch the game on television.

Exceptional defensive play, exceptional.

Abner [STUTTERS] Doubleday
would have been proud.

Never mind about Abner Doubleday.

I'm willing to leave it up to you.

Was it a foul ball or was it an out?

It appears to me that the
ball fell into fair territory

and therefore when striking the ground

and hitting the batter,

the rules very definitely
state the batter was out.

You asked the man, you got an answer.

Of course you realize, pal

that you're calling me a liar.

Now, I'm not an unreasonable man

so I'm going to give you one more chance.

Was it a foul ball… or was it an out?

Well, it's my considered opinion…

How's come you got to
always be hitting Dingle?

You hit him last week,
you him the week before.

A man can only stand so much.

I'm tired of this guy contradicting me.

And when a guy calls me a liar,

there's my honor to be considered.

Your honor?

You've got nothing in line in you

from the bottom of your arches

to where you part your hair…

Which is pretty tough to find.

And when you die,

they'll have to screw you in the ground.

Am I crooked?

You got to believe me. Am I crooked?

Dingle, Dingle, for once…

For once, why can't you be neutral?

Am I crooked?

Why don't you tell the man?

Wait a minute, back off.

Are you serious about this?

[ARGUING]

NARRATOR: And these two unseen
gentlemen are visitors from outer space.

They're about to alter the
destiny of Luther Dingle

by leaving him a legacy

the kind you can't hardly find no more.

In just a moment, a sad-faced,
perennial punching bag

who missed even the
caboose of life's gravy train

will take a short constitutional

into that most unpredictable region

that we refer to as the Twilight Zone.

This man don't know the
first thing about baseball.

[ARGUING]

If anybody can tell me

the Phillies deserved

winning the pennant that year

they're out of their minds.

You sure we're invisible?

Beyond any doubt.

I wish they were.

You don't have to do that.

[ARGUING]

You don't even have to answer.

Just because he
don't like the Phillies…

Let me tell him.

You have a brain of your own, don't you?

You have your own viewpoint.

What did you think
of the Phillies of 1953?

Phillies… 1953?

That's right.

That's right, Phillies of 1953.

You ever see such
jerky-looking creatures?

And one head yet.

Typical earthmen.

Not really though. The one in the middle,

the one who just suffered
the physical damage

he may be the one we've been looking for.

How do you mean?

Silence, I'm receiving his waves.

Name is Dingle, abject coward,

does not even possess what Earth
creatures call minimum muscles.

Decidedly a sub-physical type.

I think we have found our subject.

You intend to give him
the additional strength?

We haven't found anyone weaker, have we?

I believe he will be
an exceptional subject.

Give him, oh, around 11
secograms atomic weight.

That should make him
roughly 300 times stronger

than the average human being.

Yes, I think that will do it.

We'd better contact Central Laboratories.

Tell them we have found a subject.

In other words, you're telling me

that you thought
Robin Roberts had more stuff

than Clem Labine?

Well, to be frank and candid,

those two men, as good as they both are

and all things… being equal…

Come on already, take your pick.

Mmm. Roberts?

Aw, for the last time.

You start one more roughhouse in here

and I won't let you come back.

Now, look what you've done.

How you feeling, Dingle?

[SLURRING] Clem Labine
was definitely superior.

You see? All I made him do

was see things clearer.

I can observe him now.

Let him have it.

[ELECTRICAL CRACKLING]

[CRACKLING CONTINUES]

How about it, Dingle?

How you doing?

Definitely Clem Labine.

Dingle, would you mind a little advice?

Now, the whole world is full of guys

that are going to get punched in the nose

no matter who they pick in a ball game

or who they vote for.

Now, you want to know my advice

for what you should do
for the rest of your life?

Just don't talk, just nod.

Somebody asks you
who you like in the third,

you just smile.

You understand, Dingle?

-Mm.
-[PING]

What's the matter?

It's very odd.

What's odd?

I… I feel f… funny.

Funny?

Yeah.

Wonder what caused that?

Caused what?

Well, this vacuum cleaner, it's…

Light as a feather.

Not that the machine isn't right, no sir.

It's the lightest on the market.

Yes, sir, I tell you

it's a handy-dandy, Jim Cracker,
A-1 piece of merchandise.

Guaranteed to lighten the
load and lengthen the life

of that partner in the
home, [STUTTERS] the housewife.

But I didn't know it
was… this light. Hm?

Dingle, I always figured
you for a nice guy.

You never caused me no trouble.

Now why all of a sudden you
got to wreck my front door?

Mr. O'Toole, I'm mystified.

I'm absolutely mystified.

This door seemed to
come right off in my hands.

You here again?

Didn't my old man say

he was gonna punch you in the nose

if you came around
here bothering us again?

You're quite right.

It's the wrong number.

I was headed across the street.

Now that's not the best of
all possible manners, is it?

Aw, go peddle your
vacuum cleaners, you creep

and throw me my ball back.

All right, run out for the pass.

Hey, mister, where'd you
learn to fling a ball like that?

Why, I don't know. I really don't…

What is happening?

What on earth is happening to me?

Taxi, taxi, please. Thank you.

Oh, believe me!

This is as much a mystery
to me as it is to you.

They don't make handles
like they used to, do they?

Oh, I'm sorr…

[CLEARS THROAT]

Excuse me, miss.

Yes?

I don't want you to think I'm a masher.

I'm certainly not a masher.

But would you mind answering a question?

That depends.

Well, what I mean is looking at me

in a perfunctory, cursory first surveil,

do I appear abnormal in any way?

Not at all.

Not unless you plan
to use that in the park.

Oh, that.

Do you know that up until a few hours ago

I sold those?

Or I went through the motions.

I was a very bad salesman. Miserable.

You know, last week

I only made 89 cents in commissions.

That was for an attachment.

It's the upholstery nozzle.

And I sold it to a drunk

who thought it was a
divining rod for alcohol.

Oh, I fully expect to be fired

but that is the least of my trouble.

Would you be interested

in hearing the most of my worries?

Go ahead.

Watch.

[SCREAMING]

You see?

Now, [STUTTERS] watch this.

Hey, buddy, I'm a
reporter with the Bulletin.

Would you mind doing that again?

With the rock?

What's the gag?

There's no gag, see?

Get another one of those.

This I got to get in the paper.

[GROANING] How's this?

[CLOCK TICKING]

[ALARM RINGING]

[ALARM CONTINUES RINGING]

[RINGING STOPS]

Mr. Dingle, if what we hear is true,

do you realize how much money can be made

on a tour with our carnival?

Mr. Dingle, this is a con artist.

Your future lies in television.

You're the walking, talking embodiment

of every American
male's wish fulfillment.

You're John Q. Citizen.

You're Babbitt, you're
Tom, Dick, and Harry.

Now here's our idea for the series.

A simple 15-minute address by you

with little examples of
your physical prowess.

It's a natural for breakfast cereals

tonics, vitamin pills, anything.

And I keep telling
you you line up with me

I'll get you some easy setups.

Inside of eight months
I'll have you fighting

for the world championship.

That's so ridiculous.

REPORTER: Would the
people surrounding Mr. Dingle

just get out of the way, please.

Out of the way.

The camera in there…
and that light there and…

[CLEARS THROAT]

Hello, there, friends.

Jason Abernathy here with your show,

TV Probes the Unusual.
[CHUCKLES DRYLY, CLEARS THROAT]

And our unusual subject
today is Mr. Luther Dingle

who, if what actual
onlookers say is true,

is the world's… strongest
man. [CLEARS THROAT]

Mr. Dingle…

Would you care to give us an example

of this fantastic, er, er…
alleged strength of yours?

I'd be ha… happy to.

Is it all right, Mr. O'Toole, if I…

Are you kidding?

I ain't done so much business

since the night they
repealed the 18th Amendment.

Be my guest, Mr. Dingle.

First, I'd like to start
with simple things.

ABERNATHY: Wonderful.

[APPLAUSE]

[HUMMING]

[CHEERING]

[WHISTLES, HUMS, SNAPS FINGERS]

Wait a minute, Dingle.

Ain't you ever heard of
bygones being bygones?

MAN: That's amazing.

[CHEERING, APPLAUSE]

MAN: Bravo!

Had enough?

Most inferior.

We give him the strength of 300 men

and he uses it for petty exhibition.

Give him 20 or 30 seconds more,

then remove the power.

Excellent idea.

And I think we should be off.

Three planets on tomorrow's itinerary.

One should be particularly interesting…

Contains only females.

And now, ladies,

and now, ladies and gentlemen,

I believe the most unique trick of all

I shall raise this entire
building with my bare hands.

What? Raise the building?

He can't do that.

I don't believe it.

[BUILDING RUMBLING]

[ELECTRONIC CRACKLING]

MAN: I don't know.

He seems to have lost it.

MAN: He's a fake, that's what he is.

I feel sorry for him.

Poor little guy, he's lost his belief.

He's a sad little man, isn't he?

Uh-oh! Uh-oh!

Uh-oh. Uh-oh.

[LAUGHTER]

All right, leave off of poor Dingle here.

Everybody out of here.

Come on, beat it.

Ladies and gentlemen,

you have this station's abject apology.

We didn't realize that it
was a trick… obviously.

Well, we're off the air.

For good, I think.

So long, Hercules.

Bring that thing out of here.

[ELECTRONIC CRACKLING]

TALL MEN [TOGETHER]: How are you, fellas?

LITTLE MEN [TOGETHER]: Nice seeing you.

Where are you from?

[DEEP VOICE] Venus. How about you?

Mars. Conducting experiments?

Yeah, and you?

Sudden introduction of strength

to subnormal earthman.

How about you?

Sudden introduction
of extreme intelligence.

Find any interesting subjects?

That one over there.

He's referred to Asa Dingle.

He certainly is sub-physical.

I wouldn't be surprised
if he's sub-mental, too.

Looks likely enough.

Give him the intelligence quota ray.

How strong?

Make it about… let's see.

Perhaps 500 times more intelligent

than the average human.

[HIGH-PITCHED BEEPING]

ANNOUNCER [ON TV]: Roebuck's ready.

Here's the pitch.

High and outside.

He couldn't hit the length of the bat.

I'll lay you five to one he gets on.

Logan? Are you out of your mind?

Hey, hey, Dingle.

What about it? What will he do?

Various factors are
brought into play here

involving [STUTTERS]
the laws of probability

interspersed with the
process of calculus,

fenaglian laws of chance
and the subdivisional grepple

which is based on the position of bodies

in mathematical
relationship to other bodies.

Now, in this case, using the two factors

represented by the divisions involved

I think that the batter will
unquestionably hit a home run.

A home run by Johnny Logan.

Holy mackerel!

How about that?

Light.

…two to one.

A tremendous blow
over the left-field fence.

Now, it appears to me… it is apparent

in a mathematical plan

that the entire quantum theory

of space and time relativity

must have been equated
with the parellelian role

of definitive numerical
dialectic algebraic

and must be further annotated…

NARRATOR: Exit Mr. Luther Dingle,

formerly vacuum cleaner salesman,

strongest man on earth,
and now mental giant.

These latter powers will likely
be eliminated before too long

but Mr. Dingle has an appeal

to extra-terrestrial note-takers

as well as to frustrated
and insolvent bet-losers.

Offhand, I'd say that he was in

for a great deal of extremely odd periods

simply because there are
so many inhabited planets

who send down observers

and also because, of
course, Mr. Dingle lives his life

with one foot in his mouth and
the other in the Twilight Zone.

PRESENTER: Rod Serling,
the creator of Twilight Zone

will tell you about next week's story

after this word from
our alternate sponsor.

And now, Mr. Serling.

Item of consequence: a radio.

A carryover from that other era

when quiz shows went up to only $64

and entertainment was
aimed only at the ears.

Mr. Charles Beaumont has given us

a most unusual story called "Static."

We invite you to watch Mr. Dean Jagger

fiddle with a few of these
knobs, change a few stations,

and find a couple of programs

that are broadcast
only in the Twilight Zone.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

PRESENTER: See the new
Andy Griffith Show each week

over most of these stations.

Consult local listings.