All language subtitles for The Twilight Zone - S01E10 - Judgment Night.eng

[EERIE MUSIC]

NARRATOR: There is a fifth dimension

beyond that which is known to man.

It is a dimension as vast as space

and as timeless as infinity.

It is the middle ground
between light and shadow

between science and superstition

and it lies between
the pit of man's fears

and the summit of his knowledge.

This is the dimension of imagination.

It is an area which we
call the Twilight Zone.

Her name is the SS Queen of Glasgow.

Her registry: British.
Gross tonnage: 5,000.

Age: Indeterminate.

At this moment, she's
one day out of Liverpool.

Her destination: New York.

Duly recorded on this
ship's log is the sailing time,

course to destination,
weather conditions,

temperature, longitude and latitude.

But what is never recorded in a log

is the fear that washes over a
deck like fog and ocean spray.

Fear like the throbbing strokes of
engine pistons, each like a heartbeat,

parceling out every hour into
breathless minutes of watching,

waiting and dreading.

For the year is 1942.

And this particular ship
has lost its convoy.

It travels alone like an aged blind thing

groping through the unfriendly dark

stalked by unseen
periscopes of steel killers.

Yes, the Queen of Glasgow
is a frightened ship,

and she carries with her
a premonition of... death.

Lights in the salon.

Let's blackout down there.

Sir?

They'll be finished
serving dinner soon, sir.

You'd best go in if you want to eat.

Thank you.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Are you Lanser?

Yes.

Jerry Potter. We
looked for you at dinner.

Saw your name on the purser's list.
We were wondering where you were.

The captain wasn't able to join us
tonight. Come over and have dessert.

Thank you, no. I'm not hungry.

How about some coffee, sir?

Thank you, I would like a cup of coffee.

Here's your seat right
over here, Mr. Lanser.

The more the merrier.

We could do with a bit of merriment.

I'll do the honors.
This is Major Devereaux.

How do you do?

And his secretary, Miss Stanley.

Are you heading home,
Mr. Lanser, or away from home?

Why, I'm... heading away from home.

Um, what do you do, Lanser?

Me?

I saw your name on the list. I tried
to figure out what you looked like.

It's a game I play.

I try to connect a face with a name.

I thought probably you were
an old language professor

from Oxford or something.

Ah, here comes the captain.

Oh, no, no, no. Please, don't get up.

I haven't much time. I just wanted
to say hello to some of you.

I do apologize for not being
able to get down to dinner.

We have a miserable fog out there,

and I thought it best to
take my meal on the bridge.

And the rest of the convoy,
Captain, are they in sight?

They would have to be three feet
off the bow to be in sight, Major.

That fog out there is very thick.

We have some hopes of making
contact with them tomorrow.

I'd feel much safer if we were in convoy.

I can almost see those wolf packs...

Isn't that what you call
them? Converging on us.

There'll be no wolf packs converging
on a single ship, Major Devereaux.

The principle of the submarine
pack is based on the convoy attack.

The gentleman is quite correct. Our principal
danger would lie in a single submarine.

I'll tell you something.

I'd rather they go after us in
one of those pocket battleships.

That you can see. Not a
skulking, crummy tin fish

a couple of miles under water.

If you're being followed,
you'll see the sub, Mr. Potter.

It will surface. They won't
use all of their torpedoes on us.

Not when they consider the thousand
yards and shell us with impunity

and sink us at will.

You'll forgive me, mister...

This is Mr. Lanser, Captain.

Mr. Lanser, but you sound
rather like a U-boat commander.

Forgive me. That was clumsy of me.

I hope I didn't get any
on you, Miss Stanley.

Oh, no, you didn't get any on me, but
you did quite a job on yourself there.

That's quite all right.

It'll stain, sir.

I said it's all right!

STEWARD: Yes, sir.

As you say, sir. Can I get
you some more coffee?

No, thank you. That won't be necessary.

All right, sir.

Won't you please sit down, Mr. Lanser?

Well, I think we can start
to get better acquainted now.

First of all, I hope you're all
as comfortable as possible.

This ship was not designed
to carry passengers.

And I hope you'll bear with
any little inconveniences.

Mr. Potter, I understand that
you're with the American government?

War production board.

And where is home, Mr. Potter?

Chicago, Illinois. The Windy City.

I'll tell you I'll be glad
to get to see her, too.

And you, Mr. Lanser?

Where is home for you?

Home?

Uh...

I was born in Frankfurt.

Frankfurt? Frankfurt, like in Germany?

Yes, Germany.

How long had you been in England?

How long? Uh...

Not very long.

And not long at all.

Uh, please forgive me.
I'm not feeling well today.

I think I'd better go to my cabin.

That's too bad, Lanser. I was
hoping we might get up a poker game.

Perhaps later, if you feel better.

Yes, perhaps later, good night.

Good night, Mr. Lanser.

Good night.

Miss Stanley?

The fog carries a chill
with it, doesn't it?

Yes, yes, it does.

Have we met before?

I don't think so.

You'll forgive me.

You looked so familiar.

But for that matter, they all did.

Mr. Lanser, are you all right?

Yes, yes, I'm all right.

It's just that I have
these crazy feelings.

What?

A feeling of doing things,

saying things.

A feeling that you've done them before?

I know that feeling.
I've had it occasionally.

Being in a room somewhere

and being able to swear
that you'd been there before.

Even the conversation seems
identical to another time.

And the people?

Yes, and the people, too.

How odd.

I don't seem to recall.

I don't seem to recall

getting on this ship

or anything else for that matter.

It's suddenly as if I woke up and
found myself standing on deck

and hearing your voices

coming from the salon.

Like amnesia?

No, not really. I know who I am.

I'm Carl Lanser. I am Carl Lanser.

I was born in Frankfurt,
Germany. I am in the...

In the what?

In the what?

You were going to tell me.

You were in something or other.

Who was I?

I don't remember.

Mr. Lanser, perhaps
if you got some sleep.

No, sleep couldn't help me. I
don't think I could get to sleep.

I feel as if...

As if... I'm in a nightmare.

It's so strange.

I feel as if there's disaster out there.

Doom.

We are being stalked.

I know we're being stalked.

There is a sub out there, a U-boat.

I know.

I know it's there. I know it.

Mr. Lanser?

I'm Lanser.

The captain's compliments, sir. He wonders
if you'd come with me to the bridge.

He'd like to have a few words with you.

Certainly.

Will you follow me, please, sir?

Thank you for coming up, Mr. Lanser.

I wonder if you'd mind
answering a few questions.

No, no. Not at all.

First of all, would you mind
showing me your passport?

My-my passport?

Yes, if you don't mind.

Just routine, sir.
On our passenger manifest

it seems that your passport
number was not put down.

I'm afraid I don't have my wallet with
me here. I must've left it in my cabin.

It's all right. Sometime in the
next few days you show it to me.

Are you all right, Mr. Lanser? I mean,

is there anything, well,
anything that you want to tell us?

There is very little that I can tell
you as I don't remember anything.

I don't really know
how I got on this ship.

I don't recall anything about it.

I seem to remember only
odd, disjointed things.

I know for example that
my name is Carl Lanser.

I know that I was born in Frankfurt.

Go on, Mr. Lanser.

Go on, go on, how?

It seems to be all that I know.

Well, at the table you seemed to
show a remarkable working knowledge

of German submarines.

Could that perhaps give you a thought?

I'm afraid it couldn't.
It doesn't seem to.

Go to bed, Mr. Lanser. Have a good night's
rest. We'll talk tomorrow, you and I.

All right.

That's all, Mr. Lanser. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Odd. Very odd.

I'd say that he bears watching.

See that a steward is
sent down to his cabin.

I want to have a look at his passport.

Right away, sir.

I believe that's it, sir.

Anything else I can do to help?

Oh, I didn't see this.

War souvenir, sir?

Beg your pardon?

Uh, this, sir. I was wondering
if it was a war souvenir.

War souvenir?

Uh, yes, sir. German naval officer's cap.

Submarine commander,
as a matter of fact, sir.

Don't touch anything
that doesn't concern you.

Terribly sorry, sir. I thought
I might hang it up for you.

That won't be necessary.
I'll hang it up mys...

McCloud, Captain here.

We've simply got to have more revs.

If you can give me maximum
speed for 12 more hours.

Captain, these engines needed
an overhaul two months ago.

Instead of that, they're
getting worked to death.

All right, McCloud, do what you can.

Aye, aye, sir.

What do you think? Pretty
cheerful deal we've got here.

Reduce speed and give those engines
a break and we don't stand a chance.

Run them at maximum and
they'll seize up within two hours.

And they're out there.

God knows, they're out there

waiting like vultures.

Begging your pardon, sir,
but it's-it's very late.

They don't sound right.

Sir?

The engines. They sound labored.

They always sound like that, sir.

You get used to it
after a bit on this tub.

Ha! You should hear
McCloud on the subject.

He's the engineer, you know.

He says that these engines was
originally designed for Lord Nelson.

It's five after twelve.

Five past twelve.

1:15.

Beg your pardon, sir?

1:15.

Something's going to happen at 1:15.

Something's going to happen, sir?

I don't know. I really don't know.

Except...

Except 1:15. It sticks in my mind.

Tray to the bridge, please.

Just being made up,
sir. Be done in a minute.

I'll wait.

[ENGINES STOP]

The engines have stopped.

Why have the engines stopped?

It's probably just routine, sir.

Don't give me that they've broken down.

Oh, I don't think it's serious, sir.

You don't think it's serious?

Adrift in waters like these without
any power, you don't think that's serious?

We're defenseless. We're
absolutely defenseless!

Oh, they'll be repaired, sir.
We'll be underway again soon.

No, we won't be underway soon.

We will drift

until 1:15.

[ENGINES START]

[ENGINES STOP]

The U-boat's coming.

We have to get the engines started.

No, we must abandon ship.
Yes! That's what we must do.

We must abandon ship, yes!
We must abandon ship.

It's here!

That's the U-boat out there!

The U-boat's here.

The U-boat's here!

We've got to get out of here, everybody!

We have got to leave the ship! Everybody!

They're going to sink us!

Don't you hear me?

Are you out of your minds all of you?

There's a U-boat here. I
saw it. It's going to sink us.

What do I have to do to you? Do I
have to grab you and put you on deck?

Do I have to grab you and
put you in the lifeboats?

Do I have to knock you unconscious or...

Queen of Glasgow.

[GROANS]

Potter!

Miss Stanley!

Major Devereaux!

Captain!

Captain!

Steward!

[SOBBING]

Feuer, frei.

Feuer, frei.

[MACHINE GUNFIRE]

[CRYING AND COUGHING]

[GUNFIRE]

[SCREAMS]

[COUGHING]

[SCREAMS]

[COUGHING]

Feuer, frei!

[EXPLOSIONS]

[HUMMING]

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

A good catch tonight, huh?

The Queen of Glasgow. A 5,000 tonner.

Isn't that what the registry said?

Yes, sir.

Oh, you have nerves, Muller.

No, not really, sir.

A little shaky, perhaps.

Why?

Nothing, sir.

Why?

Sir, there were people
on that ship. Women, too.

So?

Sir, we gave them no warning.

Oh, you'd have us give them warning, huh?

So their radio operator
can signal his position

which happens to be,
incidentally, our position.

You have sentiment,
Muller, but no brains.

You're an old woman, you know that?

I just...

I just found it difficult to...

To do what?

To reconcile the killing of men
and women without any warning.

It makes me wonder
if we are not damned now.

[CHUCKLES]

In the eyes of the British
admiralty we most certainly are.

I mean, sir, in the eyes of God.

Oh, you're not only a fool, Leutnant,

but also a religious fool,
and perhaps a mystic at that.

Suppose we are damned?
What will happen then?

I've had dreams about it.

Perhaps there's a special
kind of hell for people like us.

Perhaps to be damned is to have
a fate like the people on that ship.

To suffer as they suffered.

And to die as they die.

You are a mystic, Leutnant.

We ride the ghost of
that ship every night.

Every night, Herr Kapitan, for eternity.

They could die only once.

Just once.

But we could die a hundred million times.

We'd ride the ghost
of that ship every night.

Every night for eternity, Herr Kapitan.

A ghost of that ship.

NARRATOR: The SS Queen of
Glasgow heading for New York

and the time is 1942.

For one man, it is always 1942.

Lights in the salon.
Let's blackout down there.

And this man will ride the ghost of
that ship every night for eternity.

This is what is meant
by "Paying the Fiddler."

This is the comeuppance
awaiting every man

when the ledger of his life
is opened and examined.

The tally made and then the
reward or the penalty paid.

In the case of Carl Lanser,

former kapitan leutnant,
navy of the Third Reich

this is the penalty.

This is the justice meted out.

This is judgment night
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.

Next week, three men return
from a flight into space,

only to discover that their
nightmare has just begun.

Rod Taylor, James Hutton and Charles Ademan
appear in "And When the Sky Was Opened."

What happens to these men once
they're picked up in the desert?

Well, that gives you a rough idea.

You'll see next week on
The Twilight Zone.

Thank you, and goodnight.

[EERIE MUSIC]

Kimberly Clark invites you
to watch Steve McQueen

in Wanted Dead or Alive.

Saturday nights over
most of the same stations.