All language subtitles for The Twilight Zone (2019) - 01x04 - A Traveler.ION10.English.C.updated.Addic7ed.com

Ho! Ho! Ho!

Merry Christmas!

Oh, no, Santa Claus,
don't come to town. Aw, no.

Oh, God, you're killin' me
with this Qallunaat shit.

Come on, turn it off, bro. Please?

Oh, God. Okay, come on.

Isn't it supposed to be on, like,

police radio or something, Officer?

It is on police radio.

Captain Pendleton has
dispatch play Christmas music

- on Christmas Eve.
- That's stupid.

It's just one night a year.

Yeah, Christmas maybe, but they

have been shoving their way of life

on people everywhere they show up.

You know, they want me to live
my life off of three wise guys

who followed a star to a barn
to find some magic kid?

And that's supposed to be more spiritual

than-than our ancestors dancing
on the northern lights

while they watch down on us?

Qallunaat Christmas makes me
feel like such a loser.

It's your lucky day.

Every year, Captain
Pendleton makes a big show

at our Christmas party.

He pardons an inmate in the holding cell.

It's been a slow year, and
he didn't have anyone to pardon,

so... you're it. Congrats.

Wait. What?!

Okay, so, you-you're pulling in
your own brother

on a bullshit charge just to let me go?

Oh, now, come on, Yuka.

I mean, I know you're a sellout,

but bullshit you are not.

How can you stand working

for that lying sack of shit every day?

Ah, it's tough, Jack.
Just the sound of his voice

makes me want to punch something.

Yeah, well, unless
you're the lead sled dog.

Guess the view's pretty much the same.

I'm sorry for dragging
you in, Jack, but...

Nah.

You won't be alone
for a couple hours and...

Oh.

- ...you'll get some turkey.
- What?

Really?

What about some pie? I want some pie.

- If you're lucky.
- If I'm...

Ah, fuck Santa Claus!

Cheer up, Jack. You'll be back
on that barstool in an hour.

Whoa.

What the hell is that?

I don't know.

I mean, it's too much of a point
to be the northern lights.

Must be a low polar orbit satellite.

Oh, no, no, no.

It must be for you,

'cause "Yuka" means "shining"
and "brilliant" in Inuit, right?

Although not

so fucking brilliant
when you fuckin' arrest me.

All right! Gather around.

Time for a little Secret Santa here!

And it's no secret
that I'll be your Santa again.

Can I get a "ho ho ho"?

Ho! Ho! Ho!

You people'd have to go
1,500 miles to the North Pole

to find a better Santa than me.

Would you take that, dear?

Doesn't the base know it's Christmas Eve?

Hey, Santa, how about our own
power grid for Christmas?

Eat shit, Buzz.

That does it.
Mayor's on the naughty list!

- You heard him.
- Bad boy.

All right, all right.
Arch Houghton? Where's Arch?

- We got a Secret Santa for ya.
- Okay.

There you go. Merry Christmas.

I got you, too. Get over here.

Hey, look... she busted her brother!

Your Christmas is saved, Lane!

Uh-huh.

Jack! Jack! Jack!

- Jack! Jack! Jack!
- All right.

- Jack! Jack! Jack!
- All right, all right.

- Take it easy. Take it easy.
- Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack!

She's got work to do. Mayor?

- Yes, sir.
- Get over here.

- He knows what it is.
- Booze for him...

This guy needs it in here.

Look at that, honey.

Oh, great.

Three cheers for the mayor!

Hip, hip, hooray!

So, when do I get pardoned?

I'll come back and get you

after Captain Pendleton's
done hearing himself talk.

So is that when I get pie... after that?

'Cause I'm kind of hungry now.

Yes. Don't worry.

You'll get your pie.

I promise.

It won't be long.

♪ Ooh-ooh ♪

Well, I'm humbled.

As I have been
since I started this tradition

some... 20 years ago?

Hmm.

You know, every Christmas Eve...

I like to look out that window there,

and I envision those...
those Three Wise Men

just looking up
at that Star of Bethlehem.

Same stars that my ancestors looked at

when they first arrived to tame

and make this the great
49th state of Alaska.

Before that... what was there out here?

Bunch of bears and Eskimos?

That's about it.

Tonight, above all nights,

I thank Jesus...

for my responsibilities
He has bestowed upon me.

First,

to my duty to defend my country

and work to support our neighbors

at the Cheney Air Force Listening Station

with their state-of-the-art LRD radar.

Hmm? We may just be a modest
little community down here.

Little outpost 151, but we support

that high-tech station
with our low-tech values.

- Yes.
- Am I right?

- Oh, yeah.
- Now, I know

it's a hassle when
they get a little greedy

with our power grid, but
they rely on us for supplies,

and we offer police protection

outside that base
365 days out of the year.

- Yeah!
- Yes!

Tonight we got a duty

to a... a greater superior officer.

So, on this night,
night before His birthday,

He would have us remember
that He wants us to be kind

to strangers and visitors and stuff.

"I was hungry, you gave me
something to eat."

- Mm-hmm.
- "I was thirsty and you

"gave me something to drink.

I was a stranger, and you said,
'Come on inside here.'"

And all the folks said,
"When-when was this?"

And you said, "When you were
being nice to a stranger,

you were being nice to me." Right?

But the point is, you all know

what I'm saying.
Unless you've been living

in a cave somewhere, you know

every year, I am kind to a stranger

as long as they ain't killed nobody,

or tried to terrorist-attack
that Air Force base.

That would be a red line.

So tonight, once again,

I would like to pardon a stranger.

Yuka, dear, could you please
go fetch the stranger

to be kind to?

Of course I won't call him a stranger,

seeing it was your brother Jack
you brought in here,

and I've known Jack since about ever.

I shouldn't say that.

Jack?

Hey, Jack?

Goddamn grid.

Jack?

Jacko.

Wake up.

How'd you get in there?

Who are you?

I want to be pardoned.

Just like you...

will want to be pardoned.

Meet Sergeant Yuka Mongoyak,

a woman with a knack

for detecting
the most subtle of mistruths.

On this night, a night
of the most powerful of myths,

that skill will be tested
like never before.

She's about to learn

that the truth can take
many different forms,

depending on how you look at it.

Because tonight,
Sergeant Yuka's vantage point

is at the very heart...

of The Twilight Zone.

You're traveling
through another dimension,

a dimension not only of
sight and sound but of mind.

It is the middle ground
between light and shadow,

between science and superstition.

And it lies between
the pit of one's fears

and the summit of one's knowledge.

You are now traveling through
a dimension of imagination.

You've just crossed over
into The Twilight Zone.

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♪ Then we'll lock and bolt ♪

Yuka?

Hey!

Hey. What is taking so long?

Someone's in here, Captain!

- Is Jack screwing around again?
- I don't know

who this is in cell three,
or how he got here.

What the hell are you talkin' about?

I got all these people up here.

They're waiting for me.

He wants to be pardoned.

What the fuck is this?

An elf escape from Santa's workshop?

Who...

who-who is...

who the hell is this,

and wh-why... why is he wearing a suit?

You're throwing a party.

I'm dressed for the best party.

Uh, one thing, though,

and I hate to be the one, but...

I actually came
from the North Pole, and...

there's no workshop up there.

Just a bunch of snow.

Came from the North Pole, huh?

Yeah, I just... flew over it

on my way over here.

I've been everywhere.

I'm actually a, uh...

I'm an extreme tourist.

It's a thing. Have you heard about it?

Mayor put you two up to this?

Don't look at me.

No, I actually
have my own YouTube channel.

It's called The Aggro
Traveler's Bucket List.

I legally had my name changed
in California

to A. Traveler.

I visit the hardest places to get to.

Most people, they end up on Thanksgiving

at Montage Kapalua Bay, and they're like,

"I should've gone to Iglaak, Alaska,

"to be pardoned by Captain Lane Pendleton

on Christmas Eve. Duh."

Are you shittin' me?

I mean, they-they've heard about this?

They've heard about me
all the way up here?

Are you kidding me?

Any aggro traveler
anywhere in the world knows

about Captain Lane Pendleton's
Christmas Eve pardons.

That to be here in Iglaak
on Christmas Eve sits...

high on any extreme tourist bucket list.

Ride a train to the top of Jungfraujoch.

Dive off Stari Most bridge.

Kiss Dee Dee Ramone's tombstone
at Hollywood Forever Cemetery.

Get pardoned by Captain Lane Pendleton

on Christmas Eve in Iglaak,

Alaska.

I did not realize.

I could see it, though.

- I could.
- Would that mean, um...

uh, Captain Pendleton, would you...

would you pardon me tonight?

Oh, yeah, uh...

Well, let me think about that

one, uh...

Hmm...

Have you committed any crime?

Only waiting so long to come here.

Y-You know, you said you got a YouTube.

Maybe you can video me-me pardon you,

- and put it on the show, if you want.
- Yeah. Absolutely.

You know what, I'll video it...

Just a phone.

I'll throw it up online,

and that way all the extreme tourists

can see for themselves
just how truly charming

- you and this town are.
- Well, it's a good town.

If you do this tonight, Captain,

there'll be a lot more people
just like me here next year.

Yeah, you know that-that show
Alaskan Trooperson Nat Geo,

they just totally blew us off.

I think it's just 'cause the
Air Force base up the road

doesn't like people poking around.

What kind of phone is this?

Oh, Jesus, look at that thing.

Who makes that?

It's a Russian design.

It's Russian-made?

The Russians don't make anything.

- They steal everything.
- Oh, no, no,

that actually already has
an 8K video resolution.

It's a beta, but...

I'm sure if I said it was
for Captain Pendleton,

I could get you one.

Well, they're just across
our front yard there,

- across the Chukchi Sea, the Russians.
- I know.

They know all about you.

All right, well, doesn't look
like it's gonna be Jack's night,

so give him his phone back, unlock him.

I gotta pardon this guy.

Captain.

We should run
a 10-29 active warrants search.

Now? There's not gonna be
anybody there tonight.

It's all done online.

Well, what is your concern, Sergeant?

You said it.
Russian-made things are crap.

This is not a Russian phone.

Why is he lying?

This could be a 10-96.

All right, you check it out,

- and I'll pardon him, huh?
- But what if we get a hit?

We'll arrest him again.

You have I.D.?

Oh.

Ooh. Bright.

Right down here, we call
this "The Corridor."

Oh. I got to tell you,
this is incredible.

The crowd's gonna be excited to see you.

♪ Jingle all the way ♪

Hey, lookee here,

lookee here, the Good Lord has brought us

an honest-to-goodness stranger

to actually pardon here tonight.

Now, Jack Mongoyak

is back there sleeping it off,

but I'm not too worried.

We'll just pardon him next year.
He'll be back.

Meanwhile,

this guy may be a stranger, everybody,

but he's... he's a great guy.

In fact, he's... he's
a little bit of a celebrity.

He's got a-a show

on the YouTube.

Yeah.

Yeah. And-and it's about
visiting cool places. Right?

So I figure since he's here tonight,

we must be... cool, too.

And I'm not talking about the weather.

Oh. Let me, uh, just do this here.

All right.

Hey, this is A. Traveler,
and I am finally,

finally here.

I am so far up north,

I'm a hundred miles
from the Arctic Circle

here in Iglaak, Alaska.
Everyone say "hello!"

Hello!

Now, it is Christmas Eve.

That means you know who this is.

And I'm not talking about no Santa Claus.

It's Captain Lane Pendleton, everyone!

Oh, no, no...

- Houghton.
- Sir, would-would it be okay if I...

- got a selfie with, the troopers?
- Oh, what the hell!

- All right!
- Thank you.

I want to know how he got in the cell.

- Did you put him in there?
- No.

Everybody say "Iglaak"
on three, okay? One, two,

- three.
- Iglaak!

There was that set of keys
missing from last winter,

and we never changed the locks,
because Lupino lost them

in six feet of snow, and we
figured no one'd find them.

All right, all right,

let's do this thing.
Houghton, grab the chair.

And, ladies and gentlemen, attention!

- Where's the chair?
- Back there.

All right, all right, come on back here.

Merry Christmas, John.

It's Sergeant Yuka Mongoyak.

Oh, yeah.

Party's in full swing.

The pardoning just started,
which is why I called.

Have you had any guests check in?

May go by the name of A.
Traveler, wearing a black suit,

five-nine, not from here.

- City type.
- Thank you, just...

I.D. says California.

No, huh?

Okay.

Hmm.

All right, well,
you have a nice Christmas.

With the power vested in me...

...I hereby declare you pardoned

from our jail cell in Iglaak... Alaska.

And, of course, from all of us,

Merry Christmas, sir.

Thank you.

Can I... can I say something?

Um...

on part of my journey up here,

I rode the Trans-Siberian Railway

nonstop for eight days,

from Moscow to Vladivostok.

And along that ride,

so many people came up to me

to ask me about that tough
American sheriff in Iglaak

that they all admired.

Now, they even said

that the North Koreans told the Russians

that if they ever were
gonna attack the United States,

that they'd have to go
around Captain Pendleton

and the entire town of Iglaak, Alaska!

That's right. That's right.

That's the truth!

Crank up the music.

Merry Christmas.
This is Sergeant Yuka Mongoyak

with the Alaska State Troopers
Iglaak Post.

Sorry to trouble you on Christmas Eve,

but I'm inquiring to see
if there are any personnel

considered AWOL from your Air Force base?

Shall we get this party going?

Yeah!

Or have any alerts been issued
on suspicious individuals

in the area?

I appreciate your help.

You, too.

Merry Christmas.

Captain Pendleton just pardoned me...

and you're looking
to put me back in jail?

You haven't believed a single
word out of my mouth, have you?

Captain Pendleton does, but...

not you.

Now, that's the first
honest thing you've said.

Don't you want to open up the
present that I brought for you?

What you'd like most for Christmas?

I don't believe in Christmas.

You believe in what you believe.

Isn't that what Christmas is all about?

Jack?

Hey, Jack?

Oh, what? What?

I brought you some turkey and stuffing.

Okay, thanks.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

When the fuck am I
getting out of here, Yuka?

Are you fucking me over?

And by the way, do you
see any pie on here?

Turkey now, pie later.

Bullshit.

Hey, Jack?

What would you say is the thing
I'd want most for Christmas?

Fuck Christmas.

Okay, yeah, but...

what if?

I don't know.

Maybe to be one of them.

I honestly don't know
if you know who you are anymore.

I know who I am.

And I'm proud of who I am.

At least I'm doing something.

Yeah, their way.

♪ Old Mr. Kringle is soon ♪

♪ Gonna jingle the bells that'll tingle ♪

♪ All your troubles away ♪

♪ Everybody's waiting
for the man with the bag ♪

♪ 'Cause Christmas is coming again ♪

Everybody!

♪ He's got a sleigh full,
it's not gonna stay full ♪

♪ Stuff that he's droppin'
every stop of the way ♪

♪ Everybody's waiting
for the man with the bag ♪

♪ 'Cause Christmas is coming again ♪

♪ He'll be here ♪

♪ With the answers to the prayers ♪

♪ That you made through the year ♪

♪ You'll get yours ♪

♪ If you've done everything you should ♪

♪ Extra special good ♪

♪ He'll make this December
the one to remember ♪

♪ The best and the merriest ♪

♪ You ever did have ♪

♪ Everybody's waiting
for the man with the bag... ♪

Oh, where is your Christmas spirit, Yuka?

You having a good time? You want a drink?

No, I'm good, thank you.

10-97 on "A. Traveler."

Oh, well, he's a good guy.

I knew there wouldn't be
any priors on him.

Do you want to release Jack
when he sobers up?

I mean, we brought him in
intending to release him.

I know he's drunk, but come on.

Everyone is. It's Christmas.

He wasn't disorderly in the first place

or resisted arrest.

Give me a chance for a twofer pardon.

Never done one of those before.

Yes, Captain.

Very jolly of you.

All right, go fetch him.

Let's do it.

Thank you.

Dance break!

Oh, no. There's still more song left.

Fucking Air Force base.

Come on, now.

This town exists because of that base.

At this time next year,

we will not be sharing a power grid.

Stop your campaigning.

We already reelected you last month.

God.

I'm getting so sick of you, Colchack.

The Air Force does not ask
to tap into our power grid.

If it wasn't for them,
we wouldn't be here, so shut up.

John, John, you've had too much to drink.

Stop talking about
the fucking grid and fix it!

- Do something!
- Hey!

Hey, relax. It'll come back on.

It always does, everybody. Geez.

- All right.
- There you go.

Et voilà.

Now, listen, before you crank up

the Christmas karaoke over there,

it does occur to me that we've got a...

another prisoner back there
to offer a Christmas pardon to.

What do y'all think?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, let's do it.

It's a twofer!

All right, all right. Arch, go grab

Jack Mongoyak, bring him out here.

I wouldn't pardon Jack Mongoyak.

You're missing some tools
from your snow machine shed.

No, not that we're aware of.

Now you know.

About a thousand dollars' worth.

They're in the trunk
of Jack Mongoyak's car.

Back at the bar where
Sergeant Mongoyak picked him up.

Jack's never stole a thing in his life.

Fine.

Don't believe me.

I-Ida?

You mind running

down the road and checking on Jack's car?

Sure thing, Captain.

Can I finish the song now?

Um...

How-How'd you know about the tools?

Captain,

just 'cause he said it
doesn't mean it's true.

Like everything else he's said tonight.

And if Trooper Lupino finds the tools,

I'd guess you stole them
and put them there.

And if they're not there...

wh-what would make you say such a thing?

It's 'cause I know things...

about this town.

And I know things about you people.

Rita,

you're on a strict two-drink limit,

but that's your fifth glass of eggnog.

Not counting the two
shots of Patrón you had

before you left the house.

So what?

It's Christmas.

And Jacques,

do you think your ex-wife
will be expecting

those delinquent child support
payments in her stocking?

What the hell are you talking about?

That's not true. That's not even true.

And, Mr. Colchack, your
bid on the construction

of the airfield runway
out beyond the lagoon

was the lowest of all three bidders.

You piece of shit.

- I knew it.
- Mayor Matheson over here

awarded the project
to the Russian company

- across the Bering Strait.
- That has not been determined.

Now, see, I warned
you about this asshole!

How could you reelect him?

Oh, like you didn't go down
on all the Air Force brass

to get that bid for the cargo
loading apron at the base,

- Buzzy.
- Going down on?

Now, that's something you know about.

- Hang on to this, honey!
- Oh, you wish, bitch!

- Rita!
- Hey, hey!

For crying out loud!

Hey, don't you touch me!

- The party's over. Come on.
- Let go of me! Thanks.

- The party's over, everybody. Come on.
- Break it up.

Grab your coats
and get your drunk heinies

out of here. Everybody.

Take it easy.

Merry Christmas.

Drive home safe. Let's go.

Get him home safe.

All right. Merry Christmas.

How the hell did he get in that cell?

And how'd you know all these things?

A. Traveler.

Is that even your real name?

Hey, 15, this is Post.

Y-You got a 10-71 on those tools yet?

Post, this is 15. It's 10-23.

There were no tools in Jack's car.

Repeat, negative on stolen tools.

Everyone's having a drink.

- 10-4.
- See?

- He's lying.
- Wait a minute.

You did know right where to
go with Matheson and Colchack

to set them off.

How?

Well, they've hated each other

ever since Buzz tried
to feel up Dottie Matheson

ten years ago at this very party.

That is an unsubstantiated rumor,

and how did you know that?!

How's he know that? What, are you...

What are you, friend? Huh?

You a Russian spy? Man in Black?

If you're Santa Claus, you're a
little late delivering your toys.

I'm Special Agent Douglas Heyes

from the Anchorage field office.

Iglaak is a small town,

but there exists widespread corruption

that could affect the security
of the United States of America.

You have any Bureau identification?

Undercover special agents
don't have I.D., Sergeant.

Who's under investigation?

I'll tell you who's under investigation.

You are.

And you're going right
back into that cell

until we can confirm with
the Bureau in Anchorage.

Hey. Yo.

What's the story with my pie?

Yo, Captain, I'm supposed to be getting

some pie.

I know the reasons you don't trust me.

But we'll work well together
once Captain Pendleton's removed

and you replace him.

When you're the lead sled dog.

Jack, you're pardoned.

Hell no.

It's 30 below, I-I'm too drunk to drive,

and I'm not leaving till I get
some motherfucking pie.

You've reached the
Federal Bureau of Investigation,

Anchorage Field Office.

If this is an emergency,

please use our directory to contact

a field agent directly.

We're sorry, but there is no agent

that matches the information provided.

Our hours are Monday
through Friday, 7:00 a.m...

I'll go see.

Yuka.

I'll go with you.

What the actual fuck?

What the actual what?

Did you see that?!

- Get those guns off me.
- Yuka?

- Yuka, did you not see that?
- I saw something.

Right?

Yeah, he looked like a fucking snail.

He had antennae coming out his h-head.

Yuka, you're awfully quiet.

- What do you believe?
- She saw it.

She saw it. We all saw it.

She may not be saying
anything, but she saw it!

No one saw anything
because that's insane.

It's probably shadows from
your flashlights or something.

Antennae?

You two are tripping on cheese log.

Take off the hat.

Now, I've been nothing but nice to you.

Nothing but nice.

So, you need to consider

if it's worth the irreversible remorse

to further address me...

...with such rude intentions.

Especially when I know things...

about you, Captain Pendleton.

All you need to know is I got
you locked up in my jail.

And to be exact,

this jail is officially considered

Alaska State Trooper Post 151.

What's the primary purpose of Post 151?

To serve the public good.

By the support and protection

of an acknowledged
temporary vulnerability

outside of the Cheney Air Force
Listening Installation.

It's the point at which the
Air Force facilities' power grid

connects and is shared
with the town of Iglaak's

- older existing grid.
- Okay. That's enough.

There's a camouflage
shed somewhere nearby

that houses the connection point
between the Air Force base

and the town's power grid.

He's experiencing a mental
breakdown of some kind.

So, if a hostile force were to invade,

they'd just have to destroy

- that one shed?
- That location

is classified information.

Classified is actually the most...

lucrative type of information.

Isn't it, Captain Lane Pendleton?

Oh.

That's right, she doesn't know.

Captain Pendleton
has sold the information

to our neighbors across the Chukchi Sea.

The Russians.

Nothing you've said has been the truth.

Oh, you want the truth?

Oh, you can't handle the truth.

I'm sure anyone can understand
the captain's motivation

- for such corruption.
- There is no motivation

'cause there has been no corruption.

20 years

as the big cheese in Iglaak, Alaska.

It's not a location, nor is

Alaska State Trooper an occupation,

where anyone can make any real money

or actually make any real impact
on the world.

You shut your mouth.

Especially someone like you,
Lane Pendleton,

would have made a great impact.

You shut your mouth.

The best impact.

I'm gonna put a hole in this insect.

But you gave up on that idea.

You gave up on yourself, you just...

gave up.

I never gave up on anything.

I'm Agent Marius Constant
from the National

Reconnaissance Office.

Captain will save a lot
of money and headache

and maybe lives if he just confesses

that he told the Russians
about the location of the shed.

He's lying!

At this very minute,

Russian Spetsnaz forces
are on their way to sabotage

what I know is the location of the shed.

Thing is,

my people are going to intercept them.

I'm going there right now,

to warn the Americans or the Russians.

He stays here.

Mm.

I thought he'd never leave.

Now we can talk.

So, I'm just trying to prove
to everybody here

what you've known for all these years,

that he doesn't care about this area,

this land, or your people.

That he's a liar.

See, I told you I knew
what you wanted for Christmas.

So this is my gift to you.

Soon, you're gonna be the one
giving the orders around here.

Don't be afraid of me, Yuka.

I mean, you don't know this...

and how would you know... but...

you and I are a lot alike.

We have a lot of bosses above us.

There's always a bigger boss
to be in awe of or afraid of.

But you and I,

we're worker ants

who get the job done.

Today I will.

You won't.

But you know what?
I'll keep my promise, though.

I'll put in a good word.

You'll be running this place.

But working for us.

Captain Pendleton, this is Post.

10-19. Return to base.

10-39. Urgent.

10-39. Urgent.

Pendleton, can you hear me?

Our intelligence indicated

that you would be vulnerable to attack,

somewhere in this vicinity,

on this day.

So, in order to ensure
the success of the invasion,

Pendleton needed to lead us
to the power source

of the Air Force
early discrimination system

in order to remove it.

And you let Pendleton go.

Is it because maybe you thought
it'd get rid of him

or give you his job or both?

You'll never have to worry

about Captain Pendleton again.

Or, uh, Christmas, for that matter.

What's with the gun, Yuka?

I mean, why do you want to kill me?

You knew what I was.

I did nothing but lie to you.

Only,

once I said something
that might benefit you,

you chose to ignore it.

See, that's not a lie.

You willingly accepted the lie.

That's worse.

Now it's too late.

No.

It's not too late.

Just arrived at the mesosphere.

Captain Pendleton, respond!

Do not go to the shed!

All units respond.

Does anyone have a 20
on Captain Pendleton?

Captain Pendleton, this is Post. 10-19.

Repeat, 10-19. Do not go to the shed.

Ah, fuck!

Hey, bro.

You know, if you could, uh,

you know, like, use your magic
and open my cell, too...

Whoa.

That's a cool trick, man.

Thanks.

Arch!

Arch!

Any 20 on Captain Pendleton?

Yeah. A while ago,
I saw him going south on Nixon,

but, just now,

he tore off toward County Highway.

- No! Get off me!
- Break it up, ladies!

- Break it up!
- Get the fuck off me! Get off!

Captain Pendleton!

Captain Pendleton!

Step away from the structure

with your hands raised above your head.

You brought a Remington shotgun
to a Russian invasion?

Put the gun down, Sergeant.

He lied about that, too.

Lane Pendleton,

you're under arrest.

Oh, really, Yuka?

Out here?

Now?

You're here.

So the Traveler wasn't lying
about what you did.

You came to meet your Russian
contacts to tip them off.

Well, maybe, uh...

it'll be better
with you guys running things.

Oh.

Let me guess.

You're getting my job.

Is that what he told you?

Yeah. Yeah, see...

it's only a lie

if we choose to believe it.

Mmm.

That's pretty good.

Definitely worth the wait.

The most dangerous lies come in the form

of beautifully wrapped gifts.

On this evening, Sergeant Yuka discovered

that there's no difference
between myth and mistruth.

She unwrapped
her fateful present far too late

on this dark and silent night

in The Twilight Zone.