All language subtitles for 32 - Sixty minute

On the next Nightmare, someone stopping
by with the power to stop time, a

passion, and a plan to destroy
Nightmare.

Coming up next.

out there at night, huh?

It's spots on the sun. Well, that's
true. This is the highest incidence of

sunspot activity ever recorded. All
kinds of airborne transmissions are

being interrupted by... Hey, this is
Clark.

I'm on Highway 55, approaching the
junction at Cedar City.

I load a widescreen TV, products for
retail value, uh, 50 big ones.

18-wheeler.

Blue cap.

Yeah, look for the Gladstone trucking
logo in red and yellow.

You betcha.

You hurt?

It's me.

It's going to hurt a little bit.

Hey, if you're 10 grand, I can bleed a
little.

Make it look good, all right?

You better not.

Finish him.

911? That name's hard.

I've just been hijacked.

Yeah, Highway 55.

Junction 84.

They better send an ambulance.

I'm gonna hurt pretty bad.

Nice performance.

Who the hell are you?

Conscious.

Now, let's talk.

I gave him a loan for $10,000.

All right? Yeah, yeah, I got that. But
why tell us this?

It's my conscience.

The, uh, I mean, it's been bothering me.
A lot.

Oh, yeah. Oh, geez.

Here. I'm supposed to give you this.

No, no, no. Something doesn't add up
here.

You've got to wait clean.

What are you afraid of?

Okay, it's the guy in the cape, all
right?

Nightmare. I don't want him to hunt me
down and hurt me.

Taking the law into his own hands again.
He the one who gave you the beating?

No, no. He didn't lay a finger on me.

Sure. Look, I'm going to give you one
last chance to tell me who you turned

your truck over to.

Look, I swear, I don't know.

I was given a number.

I was supposed to call with a
description of my load.

And, uh, that's exactly what I did.

Answer it.

Uh... Hello.

For you.

Lieutenant Branca, who is the... You can
find the rest of the gang waiting for

you in the warehouse at Branch Street
and Harbor.

You have a good night, Lieutenant.

Listen to me, you crazy...

It was a nightmare, wasn't it?

What a guy.

Hey, I don't want to hear it now.

All right? This guy is as guilty of
breaking the law as these hijackers.

He's a loose bolt ready to sheer off and
hurt somebody.

She's right. He is nuts.

You can't have assault and battery
committed at anyone's whim.

I'm going to go check something out.
Hey, hey, hey, easy, easy.

Still, you've got to admit, I mean, the
guy... Hey, hey, we're done talking, all

right? I've had up to here with this
one-man vigilante.

I just don't buy what he's selling, all
right, Sergeant?

Okay, Lieutenant.

Take care of this.

See you later.

Compliments me.

You are simply exquisite.

And what would make your life truly
complete is me.

What I need more than anything in my
life right now is you

Let me see if I got this right.

You three guards lost four bags
containing a quarter of a million

dollars in cash in front of this bank,
broad daylight, with 20 or so

eyewitnesses, all of whom claim they saw
nothing happen.

How about it?

Okay, no shots fired. No apparent
intruders into the scene.

The book would say this is an inside
job. What do you think?

Any confessors?

No takers, huh?

All right, one by one. Now, let's get an
APB out of that limo that everyone says

drove away at just about the time of the
crime.

Got it, Lieutenant.

Now then, which one of you was carrying
the money again?

I was.

Any insanity in your family?

Just kidding.

All right, let's retrace your route from
inside the bank up to the fabulous

moment you first realized you dropped or
lost the money.

Go.

Sunspots continue to dominate the news,
throwing much of the world's

communications into a state of chaos.

Fires that leak miles into the air off
the sun.

These sunspots are getting pretty
serious. They're wreaking havoc on

satellite transmissions all over the
place.

Sunspots block out satellites?

Well, mainly just our ability to send
signals to and from them, and nobody can

predict when or why these disruptions
are going to happen.

Another good reason to get back to
basics, like music.

Everything is linked to satellites these
days, man, from hospitals to air traffic

control. I mean, you can't just roll
back the clock on technology, unless, of

course, you wanted to live 100 years
ago.

You're probably right.

You know anyone that's into time travel?

I don't believe I've ever met

anyone quite as riveting as you.

I can't explain it.

Well, I wish I could take all the
credit.

But you're picking up on some very
compelling energy forces at the moment.

Which you'd explain how?

I'm a space traveler.

Oh, do you have one of those little
saucer things?

No, I made the trip to Earth
magnetically, using the argument time

-walk. Time-walk?

Mm-hmm.

You see, in layman's terms, my trip here
a million light-years is

all but instantaneous.

Once you make adjustments to the small
surplus of Earth time to be burned off

one way or another.

Oh, I'd kill to have some time to burn.

Really?

Could you help me peel off five years?

Oh, I'm afraid the quantum time gap of a
visit to Earth is only an hour.

Time gap?

Mm-hmm. A surplus of 60 minutes that
doesn't exist on Earth.

Mind you, it has to be burned off before
the return trip.

An extra hour that doesn't exist.

Yes. What do you mean?

What do I mean?

Yeah. Why don't I show you? Okay.

Good Lord, how did you do that?

I used a few seconds of my 60 surplus
minutes to change positions.

Why didn't I see you?

My extra time exists between the spaces
of your time.

And I can use it whenever I choose.

Why do I get the feeling that none of
this is real?

That whoever you are is all one giant
amusement.

Don't be perfectly honest, darling.

I enjoy my little excursions here a bit
more than I'm supposed to. You see, I

have this weakness.

It's almost human.

And what is that weakness, my time
prince?

Perfect women.

Live to your weakness.

I'd like to see some ID, please.

What seems to be the problem, officer?

Are you the owner of this vehicle,
ma'am?

Yes, I am.

My name's Estelle Waldrop.

What do we

have,

Sergeant? The vehicle matches the
description of the APB from the robbery.

Occupant claims to be the owner.

It's Del Walder. Your ID seems to check
out. Thank you, officer.

I'll take it from here.

I'm really not in the habit of being
accosted like a common criminal, miss.

Lieutenant. Lieutenant Branca.

May I see your ID, too, please, sir?

Excuse me, officer. This gentleman here
happens to be my guest.

What exactly is the purpose of your
detaining me?

An armored truck was robbed in front of
a bank a short while ago. Your car was

seen abruptly leaving the scene.

Well, I always leave a bank abruptly
after making a transaction, don't you?

Your ID, please, sir.

It's been delightful in this wardrobe.

I really must be going.

However, I would love for you to join me
for that music we just discussed.

Shall we say, House of Soul?

Eight o'clock?

Other than our date, you'll forget we
ever met.

And as for the rest of you, you won't
remember I even existed.

Uh, well, you're...

ID appears to be in order, Mrs. Waldrop.

Sorry to bother you.

Would you mind telling me your
whereabouts during the past two hours?

Well, I left home to go to the bank,
which is where I'm coming from now.

Thank you.

Sorry about the inconvenience.

Something wrong, Lieutenant?

Yeah.

Yeah. It was a robbery today that made
no sense at all.

And neither did how I just handled that
whole situation.

Fine.

Anyone need a cup?

Not today.

Good. Just fine.

I

hope

yours don't look better than mine.

Don't worry, I have no intention of
doing it.

Sunspots.

Come again?

Raleigh's theory is an abnormal eruption
of sunspots is the reason for any

weirdness we might encounter while they
last.

It's no joke.

People accept the fact that the moon
controls everything from ocean tides to

people's mood swings, right?

Well, that's nothing compared to the
sun. We live and die by her outpouring.

Oh, the sun is suddenly a she, huh?

Of this I don't believe.

What's up?

This female son of yours, is she into
practical jokes?

It's still a ball drop.

You know her?

Well, he's too modest to say that. She's
hired him to play several of her society

gashes en route to trying to play him.

Uh-huh.

And who's Mr. White?

I want you to introduce me to my friend.

I guess we'll find out.

Well, well, we meet again.

Good evening.

Johnny, I'd like you to meet Paul
Pentecost.

Paul's a space traveler.

He'll fit right in.

He's also a big fan of jazz.

Oh, good.

Something you'd like to hear?

Yeah, I'm rather fond of Too Close to
the Sun.

Okay.

Enjoy the show.

Ladies and gentlemen, the star of our
show, House of Soul's own Johnny Domino.

Well, Johnny, I sense you have a secret.

Shall I show you some of mine?

It's a good thing to share secrets,
isn't it, Johnny?

What shall I call you?

Nightmare.

You know, on my previous journeys here,
I've missed a suitable adversary.

Someone to play games with.

I think we should play, don't you?

Do you enjoy challenge, Nightman?

Alive? Oh, dear.

I said it's still a set, but one tune is
coming in a little thin.

My party's on the move.

Does nobody care about our primary
business here?

Can we get back on stage?

Thanks.

Hey guys, how about as time goes by?

It's me.

Raleigh, what are you sneaking up on me
for?

What are you doing sneaking into your
own place?

The suit.

Somebody knew exactly how to get in
here, but who?

Pentecost. He sent me a message when I
was on stage.

By message, you mean request?

By message, I mean a challenge.

The guy in the white suit wants to
challenge you to what?

Seriously, what do you think he's up to?

It came from me.

Nightmare.

Hello? Anyone here?

Hey, Riley.

Riley?

You left the door open.

Uh, yeah, I, uh... Listen,

that Pentecost character, did he come
this way?

No, I haven't seen him.

Hmm. Wasn't backstage either, and I was
only a few steps behind him.

That's weird.

John here?

No. No, Johnny's not here.

Well, he couldn't be on stage,
because... he would have had to pass me.

Right.

Sunspot.

Sunspot.

Yeah, that's what this is all about.
People aren't themselves. Johnny, this

Pentecost, people are liable to do
anything.

Bronca.

Where?

No, no, don't touch anything until I get
there.

Yeah, right. Okay.

Look, when John shows up, tell him I had
to run out on a call.

Looks like we may finally have this
Nightman character.

Oh, is that the whole message?

I mean, he may want to know what you
mean by that.

I just got a tip as to where we might
find Nightman's secret lair.

Great.

Later.

See ya.

Take away, Nightman.

In here, Nightman.

Right on time.

What's the matter?

Picking up bad vibes, are we?

Negative energy, perhaps.

I am.

Merely a matter of perspective,
Nightman.

Positive and negative energies are one
and the same.

It's all in how you look at it.

The opposite side of the creation coil.

It's like we'll have to reschedule.

What a shame.

Damnedest thing you ever saw,
Lieutenant.

You sure got his story by now.

Yeah, I thought you were Nightman's
biggest fan.

Yeah, well, I can't very well admire a
common thief, now can I?

So, this is his secret lair, huh?

Yeah, the seats are actually real fine.
Check this out.

Okay, now, he must have emptied the
sacks right here, getting away with one

quarter of a million dollars.

So, you were right all along.

He is nothing but a common sinner.

Myth or real? Hero or hoaxman? The truth
may finally be known as police report

finding evidence pointing to Nightman as
the leading suspect in an armored car

robbery. An APB has been issued along
with a quarter of a million dollar

reward from a newly formed citizens
group.

Law enforcement officials fear this
large cash bounty might make it open

season on the mysterious mass crime.

This is really bad.

Who would do this and who posted that
reward?

The guy who stole the money posted the
reward.

Pentecost.

Well, whatever the grudge against you,
he just made your operating as Nightman

virtually impossible.

Maybe that was the point.

What point?

Who in their right mind would risk
stealing a quarter of a million dollars

in broad daylight just to give it away
as a reward?

It's not about the money.

It's about stopping Nightman.

Well, you know what? I think Nightman
should stop for a while.

It's one thing to go up against a
criminal element in Bay City, but now

you've got the entire police department
against you, along with the rest of the

population.

And I'll have the cops raid my place if
we don't get those suits back.

The other demonstrations of defense
systems back to you are pretty slim.

Now you're thinking like a scientist.

Both of our fingerprints are all over
those suits.

When everything analyzed from the source
of the material, the systems, to DNA

runs on every fiber, follicle, and
perspiration circuit.

And I want it all by the morning.

You sure that's all you want by morning?

You're right. Get a print man in here,
too.

Since when do you run the world?

Oh, and don't forget to put these suits
under maximum security in between each

and every test you run.

Yes, ma'am.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know it's quitting time.

The lieutenant playing overachiever
again.

She thinks she's going to solve a big
one by dawn.

Trust me, Chuck. She's going to talk
herself right out of this place.

And get this.

She wants me to lock up the suits
between tests in my own lab.

Like, what, are they going to walk out
of here?

For somebody who's just about to nail
Nightman, you don't seem too pleased.

We're going to nail someone, but not
him, because he didn't do it.

Still won't get it, huh?

Look, I don't believe in citizens taking
the law into their own hands. Sooner or

later, that can lead to bad things
happening to innovative people.

That doesn't mean I ever thought of this
flying overdose of testosterone as being

a common criminal.

Far from it.

Until now, I have to admit, I've admired
some of his instincts.

Not that much different than a good cop.

The distinction is, he doesn't wear a
badge. So we've got to shut him down.

Lieutenant? Yeah?

I seem to have a little problem.

Let's hear it.

They're back.

Where is he? Over there. Be careful. Not
only don't we know who he is, we don't

know what he is.

Whatever he is, he came here for me.

Johnny, I'm flattered.

I've never had this much attention from
you before.

Why don't you join us?

Sunspots. That's how you get here.

By way of the sun.

Well, he's on the way.

Del, would you mind? I'd like to talk to
Pentecost alone.

Am I being dismissed?

Only temporarily, darling.

I'll see you shortly.

Ah, well, I'm sure I'll be quite
satisfied regardless if we win.

How

much

time do we have?

Did you really retain everything I
showed you?

You have control of the time.

That's how you could be where you
weren't during the robbery.

And you've picked up all of this by
reading my thoughts. Amazing.

And that your intentions are evil.

I can't help myself.

Negative energy in human form, by
definition, must be evil.

She's lovely.

My proposition is simple.

Join me on the dark side.

And if I refuse?

May I remind you, the police are closing
in on Nightman.

And if I so choose, I'll have him
involved in something so heinous they'd

be compelled to hunt him down and shoot
on sight.

What we have here is a decision to be
made.

Put Nightman to work for me, or watch
him go down in a bloody hail of gunfire.

It's quite simple, really.

At the club, by the way.

I want him followed.

Need backup. Call me.

I hear you have an interest in Mr.
Pentecost.

Yep. There's something about him I can't
quite put my finger on.

I know him from someplace.

Must be cop instinct.

He was there at the armored car robbery.

He told you that?

And he's up to something that'll make
the robbery look like a traffic

violation.

Thanks. We're on him.

If he turns out to be more than a space
case mouthing off, I'll owe you one.

I thought you were just a jazz musician.

Darling? Hmm?

How would you feel about being kidnapped
and being held for ransom?

Before or after dinner?

You offer?

Pentecost found a way to exist between
space and time in our world.

A quantum time gap between his world and
ours.

He can actually go off the clock and
exist in a hole in our time.

That's how he could be at the scene of
the robbery and not there at the same

time.

And now he's trying to control Nightman.

Or destroy him.

So you know what he has planned?

He made a point of giving me a clue.

Hello, me darling.

Well, thank you, darling.

Well, how positively gothic.

What is this place, some wild new club?

It'll make your hair stand on end.

Lieutenant, you'll never guess where
this Pentecost just led us.

No time for guessing games, Nan.

Okay, okay, I just can't believe that he
would take a girl like that to the power

station.

Pentecost at Nightman's Hideout, huh?

Exactly. Maybe they're in this together.
All right, look, I'm on my way.

Keep your eyes open for Nightman, but
don't make a move until I get there.

Copy that. Over, Lieutenant.

You know, this is starting to feel just
a little creepy.

You've no idea.

Someone get me down!

You know something, darling?

I think this looks like a job for
Nightman.

Oh, my God.

I hope you know what you're doing. I
know what he's planning to do. I just

don't know how. I'd say that's the
important part. He's got 60 minutes to

play with. The way to destroy him is to
use that time against him.

If I've guessed right, I'll know his
weakness at the right moment. How?

He's going to tell me.

And if he doesn't? Oh, he will.

Any sign of Nightman?

No, nothing. We have got a serious
situation here, Lieutenant.

Attention up there. This is the police.

You have the building surrounded. There
is no way out.

You'd be surprised, Lieutenant.

But first, there is the matter of the
ransom to be discussed.

Shall we say five million dollars?

I'm not in a position to negotiate any
ransom.

Well, nor am I for that matter. Not
until my partner gets here anyway.

The near bag in here.

You've gone down the wrong road this
time, my miss.

I repeat, there is going to be no
ransom.

Yes, there is.

You call my father, I'll have your back
removed.

Good job.

Did you have a falling out?

You are committed to this rescue,
Nightman.

Their high-powered rifles will pick you
off before you get within two feet of

me. I thought you wanted me on your
side.

I don't believe that's your choice.

Don't make us shoot, Nightman.

They're going to kill you, Nightman. And
after I'm through, they won't have any

other choice.

You keep talking about time as if it's
your only strength.

Is it possible it's also your only
weakness? Time is always on my side.

But I can make it work for you,
Nightman.

At the moment of truth, I can leave you
here, Lord of Evil, in all its powerful

glory.

What are you doing?

Taking off my suit, giving you the
power.

And so be it, Nightman. You end here and
now.

Stripping your power in the hail of
gunfire. Your choice.

Five, four, three, two...

You and me now.

You okay, Pentecost?

Looks like you passed out for a minute.

Or maybe it was more than a minute.

This meeting has ended.

I'll give you another option.

Why are you so anxious to deal? I'm not
anxious to deal.

You're not going anywhere either.

What's the problem?

Out of time?

Out of all time I meet. I don't think
so.

You don't know the rules, nice man.

What if I picked him up from you?

What if I used your quantum time against
you?

How long was I out?

Too long.

Show me!

My guess is that when your 60 minutes is
up, you won't be able to get back.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm not one of you.

I'm a gun.

No!

It's my turn to deal. All right.

Name it.

Anything. I can't stay in this
godforsaken planet.

You've got 20 seconds to undo
everything.

Bring us back to the moment you arrived.

Yes,

yes, yes. God.

You're thinking 20 seconds.

There's enough time to destroy me and
still make it home.

Ten seconds to count.

Nine. All right, all right!

You can find the rest of the gang
waiting for you in the warehouse at

Branch Street Harbor.

You have a good night, Lieutenant.

Listen to me, you crazy...

It was Nightman, wasn't

it? What a guy!

Hell on wheels.

I'm going after them. On the next
Nightmare. You've got to turn back. This

is not an option.

Top secret technology.

If you open your mouth about any of
this, I will kill you. In the hand, on

the feet of rollerblade renegades.

I don't think these folks are going to
give up without a fight.

I'm betting on the good guys.

Next Nightmare.

Coming next week.