All language subtitles for The Twilight Zone - S01E23 - A World of Difference.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.

You're looking at a tableau of reality.

Things of substance,
of physical material.

A desk, a window, a light.

These things exist and have dimension.

Now, this is Arthur Curtis,
age 36, who also is real.

He has flesh and blood, muscle and mind.

But in just a moment, we will see how thin a
line separates that which we assume to be real

with that manufactured inside of a mind.

Good morning, Mr. Curtis.

Ah, good morning, Sally.

I thought I'd better get an early
start. I gotta leave about 3:00.

My wife and I haven't gotten a
thing for Tina's birthday party yet.

That's right. It's Saturday
afternoon, isn't it?

Yeah, if my dear daughter
can hold out that long.

Is she excited?

That's all she can talk about.

That's about normal.

Are the Matson contracts ready, yet?

Sure. I finished them
last night before I left.

Here they are.

Thanks. Well, to the grindstone.
Oh, uh, I almost forgot.

Could you call and see if you can change
the plane reservations to Saturday night?

Of course. Straining at the bit, huh?

It's the first real vacation
Marian and I have had in years,

so we figured why lose the
whole weekend before starting out.

I don't blame you, Mr. Curtis.

So, uh, Saturday night, it's
San Francisco, here we come.

[WHISTLING COMING THROUGH THE RYE]

Oh, for heaven's sake.

MAN: Cut!

Come on, Jerry.

Is it so hard to make a phone call?

Hey.

Hey!

Remember me, Jerry?

Marty Fisher.

Your friendly
neighborhood movie director.

Sally, what...

What's the matter, Mr. Raigan?

Where are you going?

I'm warning you, Jerry.
They won't take it anymore.

Wise up, boy. You're on the edge.

Jerry?

It's okay, Marty. Just a little gag.

We'll try it again, shall we, Jerry?

We'll pick it up from the phone call.

You're phoning your wife to tell her
to meet you downtown at 3:15, right?

What are you talking about?

Where am I?

What is this, some kind
of a joke or something?

I don't know you.

I don't know any of you.

Don't let him get away.

Marty, I swear the agency
had no idea that Raigan was...

Just keep him here, Sam.

Sure, sure. I'll phone...
I'll phone Brinkley.

Is there a telephone in here?

Why don't you sit down?

I asked you if there was a phone...

If I have to call Brinkley
on this, you're dead.

Jerry, why don't you listen
to me for one minute, will you?

I don't know what's the matter with you.

Call an ambulance. Make it fast.

Shall I use the stage phone?

No. If he finds out, there's
no telling what he'd do. Go on.

Jerry, let's go to your dressing room.

Where's the nearest phone?

Jerry.

My name is Arthur Curtis.

Arthur Curtis?

Lunch, one hour.

May I have information, please?

Would you get me the telephone
number of Arthur Curtis?

22437 Ventner Road

in Woodland Hills, please?

Ventner. V-E-N-T-N-E-R.

What? Oh, no, no. You're mistaken.

Of course there's a phone there.

No, listen, it's my own
home. I'm Arthur Curtis. I...

Well, I-I can't seem to remember
it at the moment. Will you...

No, no, it's not an unlisted number. I...

I don't think.

Will you please try again, operator?

I know there's a phone there.

FISHER: Jerry?

You're wrong, operator.

Please, connect me with your
supervisor. What are you doing?

Jerry, I wanna talk to you in your
dressing room. You're not well.

I'm getting out of here. I'm going home.

Jerry!

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Are you out of your mind?

Jerry, if you're drunk again, so...

Take your hands off me.

Look, I don't care if they bounce you.

I don't care if you never work
again the rest of your miserable life.

But you're gonna pay me what
the judge tells you to pay me,

or, so help me, I'll put you so far
behind bars they'll never find you again.

Mrs. Raigan?

I'm not Mrs. Raigan anymore.

I'm sorry. Can I talk to you in private?

I haven't the time. He's coming with me.

He'll be back for the afternoon shooting.

That's not exactly what I had
in mind. I've called an ambulance.

Jerry's having a nervous breakdown.

Ambulance?

I'm not joking, Mrs. Raigan.

[ENGINE STARTING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Okay, Marty, I called the hospital.

I'll drive.

I'll drive, Jerry.

I said I'll drive. You'd
think you're gonna kill us.

Jerry, I'm gonna bleed
you. I'm gonna bleed you dry.

Now listen to me, whoever you are.

I don't know who you think I am,
but you're wrong! You're wrong!

My name is Curtis, Arthur Curtis.

And I haven't the slightest
idea what you're talking about.

I'm gonna drive to my
home in Woodland Hills.

When we get there, you
can have your car back.

You think you can chisel your way
out of paying me with a cheap trick...

My name is Arthur Curtis. My wife's name
is Marian. I have a daughter named Tina.

We live at 22437 Ventner
Road in Woodland Hills.

I'm warning you, Jerry.

My name is Arthur Curtis!

[TIRES SCREECHING]

No, he isn't drunk, Mr. Brinkley.

I-I-I could tell you he's
cracked. His mind is gone.

He swears he's Arthur Curtis. Swears it.

That's right. Arthur Curtis,

the character he's
playing in the picture.

You'll let me know when the
grand tour is over, won't you?

I can't understand. I...

I don't know where I am and yet I must...

I live here.

What do you want, Jerry?
An Academy Award?

I told you, my name is...

Cut it out.

You never had a less receptive audience.

You don't understand.

You go ahead.

Play it out. Do what you
please. I couldn't care less.

That's right. You ask
where Ventner Road is.

Tina.

Tina.

Mommy!

Get in. Would you rather go
to jail for attempted assault?

Get in.

That's the one, Mommy.
That's the one, Mommy.

He's the one that
grabbed me. He scared me.

I wonder what Brinkley wants.

Your blood probably.

Well, he'll have to wait his turn.

Well? Come on. I said I'd have you
back for this afternoon's shooting.

Get out, Jerry.

Where are we?

Come on. Come on.

I gotta get home.

You are home. Now, let's go.

[DOOR CLOSING]

Jerry, where have you been?

Sam phoned me over an hour
ago. Said you left the studio.

Come on.

Can't this wait, Nora?

No. It can't. It's waited long enough.

I want my money before he
goes off on his next binge.

And I'm going to get it. Now.

Now, look, I tried to
explain to that, that woman

that I'm not who you all seem to think
I am. My name is Curtis. I live in...

Jerry, stop it. You don't seem
to realize the position you're in.

Where do you hide the checkbook?

I'll find it if I have
to tear this house apart.

Jerry, I'll have to lay
it right on the line.

If you lose this assignment,
we'll have to drop you.

We can't cover up for you
anymore. It's beyond that, way beyond.

I'm sorry, but you're mistaken...

Now, look!

All right. They can
shoot around you today.

I'll tell them you're... sick.

They won't buy it, but
I'll make it stick somehow.

But you've got to be there tomorrow, bright
and early. You've got to convince them...

I don't know what's going
on. I don't know what's going on.

NORA: All right, get over here.

Nora, don't.

Look, you stay out of this.

Can't you see that he's upset?

You're gonna to sign this check.
You're gonna sign it right now.

Gerald Raigan.

G-E-R-A-L-D R-A-I-G-A-N!

That's not my name! Now,
listen, this has gone far enough!

I'm not Gerald Raigan.
I don't know any of you.

My name is Arthur Curtis. Do you hear me?

Arthur Curtis, and I work for...

I'd like to have a telephone number

of the Davis Morton Company.

One-eight-nine

Brand Street, Los Angeles.

Of course there is!

I work there!

I've worked there for
the last seven years!

Hello? Hello!

Feeling better?

You don't believe me, do you?

I believe you've been overworked,
under a terrible strain.

You need help, Jerry.

Help?

It's not in my province, but
I've known you a long time.

Can't you see what's happened?

"Cast of characters. Arthur Curtis, 36.

"A young business
executive, happily married.

"Curtis lives in Woodland
Hills with his wife and child. He...

"Marian Curtis, 33.
A charming young woman.

"Typical of that efficient breed

which can manage a house
and family and still have ample..."

Stop it!

The only information you
have about Arthur Curtis

is written in this script.

No.

Jerry, sometimes I'd
like to escape myself

away from this turmoil

to some simpler existence.

You're telling me that
this is a delusion.

That I'm really Gerald
Raigan, a drunken...

Gerald Raigan, a sweet, unhappy man,

burdened with that harpy.

Jerry Raigan, trying to find
a little happiness, that's all.

No. It's real.

It's real.

I wish it were.

For your sake, I wish it were.

I've got to go, Jerry.

Try and get some rest.

Forget about the picture.
You don't have to finish it.

I just spoke to the
studio a few minutes ago.

They're canceling production.

Arthur Curtis is dead.

I've gotta get back.

It's too late, Jerry. It's finished.

I've gotta get back to my office.

Your office? If you mean the set,

they're probably
tearing it down right now.

They can't.

They can't!

Jerry!

[TIRES SCREECH]

[MUFFLED VOICES]

Wait!

Mr. Raigan!

You can't do this.

We're just following orders, Mr. Raigan.

Don't leave me here.

Don't leave me here.

Honey?

Marian.

[SIGHS] Oh, Marian.

Well, my goodness. I've been
phoning you all day long.

Where have you been?

Been?

Sally kept saying you were
out. She didn't see you go out...

Let's get out of here.

Arty! Are you all right?

Well, sure.

Where were you?

Mr. Curtis? Are you leaving now?

Yes.

I have your tickets for
Saturday night. Here you are.

Fine. Thanks.

MAN: All right. Let's get those
lamps and tables out of here.

Honey, what's the matter?

Please.

Honey, let's not wait. Let's
go on our vacation right away.

Hey. What's wrong?

Nothing, darling. I just
don't want to lose you.

Has Raigan been here?

Yeah, he was here a minute ago.

You didn't see him leave?

No, I didn't. Hey, any of
you guys see Raigan leave?

MAN: No, we didn't.

Would you take a look
in his dressing room?

Yeah. Sure.

He's not in his dressing room.

Wonder where he is.

NARRATOR: The modus operandi
for the departure from life

is usually a pine box of
such and such dimensions,

and this is the ultimate in reality.

But there are other ways
for a man to exit from life.

Take the case of Arthur Curtis, age 36.

His departure was along a highway

with an exit sign that
reads "This way to escape."

Arthur Curtis, en route
to 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, the culprit
is Charles Beaumont,

the gentleman responsible for a
story unlike any you've ever seen.

You talk of immortality,

the business of being able to
live for as long as one wants.

Well, next week you'll see Kevin
McCarthy at the tail-end of a life

that's gone on for two thousand years.

The play is called
"Long Live Walter Jameson"

on The Twilight Zone.

[EERIE MUSIC]

Every year the Red Cross needs money.

This year ain't no different.