All language subtitles for The Twilight Zone (1959) - S02E03 - Nervous Man in a Four Dollar Room (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 of imagination.

Next stop, the Twilight Zone.

[PHONE RINGING]

Yeah?

Oh, hello, George. I've
been expecting your call.

Yeah, I've been sitting
here waiting for you.

Yeah, it's kind of a
hot night out, ain't it?

Yeah, well, that's what I wanna
talk to you about, George.

I was wondering what
you had in mind tonight.

Now… Now, wait a minute, George.

I've been sitting here three, four hours.

I've been roasting to
death out there and…

Well, I like to go out
of my mind, George…

George?

George, look, will you… George, will…

George, will you let me… will you listen
to me, George? Will you listen to me?

Now, look, I'm not trying to cop
out, George. I am not trying to cop out.

I'd just like to know what
you had in mind, that's all.

You know I got a tendency
toward nerves, George,

and, well, you can sit in a
hotel room only so long and…

Well, it's such a hot
night outside, George.

George, look, I'm… I'm not complaining,

George. You know I'm
not complaining, George.

I'm gonna do the job,
whatever it is. You know that.

You got a number one boy here,
George. I'm gonna do the job, but…

George?

Hey, George?

George?

NARRATOR: This is
Mr. Jackie Rhoades, age 34.

And where some men
leave a mark of their lives

as a record of their
fragmentary existence on earth,

this man leaves a blot. A
dirty, discolored blemish

to document a cheap and undistinguished
sojourn amongst his betters.

What you're about to watch in this room

is a strange mortal combat
between a man and himself.

For, in just a moment,
Mr. Jackie Rhoades,

whose life has been given
over to fighting adversaries,

will find his most formidable
opponent in a cheap hotel room

that is, in reality, the
outskirts of the Twilight Zone.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Yeah? Who is it?

George.

How are you, George?

I'm in the pink. How are you, Jackie?

Oh, I'm all right, George.

I'm just a little nervous about
the action tonight. I was…

It's a gorgeous place
you got here, Jackie.

Well, four bucks a night, you can't go
wrong, you know. Four bucks a night.

No, you can't go wrong, but
you could get roasted to death,

or poisoned by small creatures.

What about tonight,
George? What's the job?

Does it make any difference?

Difference? No, no. No. It
don't make no difference.

I was just wondering. I just wondered
what you had in mind. That was all.

What would you like to do,
Jackie? What's your heart's desire?

Oh, you're kidding me,
George. You're pulling my leg.

I know you. You're pulling my leg.

Well, if it was up to me, I'd… I'd, uh…

Well, if it was up to me, George,

I'd like some decent odds for a change.

I don't mind a little
shakedown, a little bunco.

But it's just that I'm
getting all the hard stuff.

You know I almost got
picked up the last two times.

Remember the heist? That
kind of stuff ain't for me, George.

Except they pick me up one more
time, George, it's three strikes and out.

I'm long gone, and for good. [LAUGHS]

Boy, it's so hot in here,
ain't it, George? Ain't it hot?

Anybody ever tell you what you look like?

You look like a man trying
to catch a subway at 5:00.

You always look like somebody's
squeezing you through a door.

What do you do to sleep at night,
Jackie, hide in the locked closet?

Look, George, I'm not knocking you,

and I don't see why you
all the time gotta knock me.

All I'm asking from you is…

George, what's the job
I've got to do tonight?

All right, I'll tell you, Jackie.

Tonight, I'm gonna let you be a man.

I'm gonna let you show
some muscle for a change.

No shakedowns, no deliveries to a fence.

Nothing little, Jackie. Not tonight.

Tonight, Jackie, you're
getting up in the world.

Now, there's an old man.

Runs a little bar on 38th Street,
between Lexington and 6th.

He's a feisty old bum. He's
always giving us trouble.

He don't wanna pay off for the jukeboxes,
he don't wanna pay for protection.

We lecture him all the
time, but he spits in our eye.

So, tomorrow morning, they find
the old gleep sprawled across his bar.

And then all the rest swing in line.

Now, that's simple, Jackie.
Even you can understand.

Kill him? You want me to kill him?

You're the one, Jackie.

But, George, I can get sent
up for just carrying that thing.

George, this one ain't for me.

You're in hock to me for your buttons.

Don't tell me what's
for you and what isn't.

I've never done
anything like this before,

George. I'm strictly
breaking and entering.

You put me in an alley, I do a
mug job, but I gotta do it from behind.

I got no guts, George. You
know that, George. I got no guts.

Why don't you get a couple other
guys, huh? Get a couple of torpedoes?

Every torpedo I got is gonna get picked
up the minute they find that old gleep.

You're not gonna get
picked up because you're

nickel-and-dime and everybody knows it.

You never did a job like this because
you never could do a job like this,

and that's why you're
gonna do this one, Jackie.

And that's how you're
going to get away with it.

But, George, I got no guts.

Get guts, Jackie! I
don't care where from.

You get them under the bed, you buy them
from a vendor, you grow them in a pot.

I don't care, but you get
them, and you do the job.

Now, he closes that bar at 2:00. You
be there when he's about to lock up,

and you do it.

And I'll be back here at 2:30, Jackie.

And if I find out that you
welshed on me, Jackie,

that you chickened out, you're dead.

Hey, George.

Hey, George! George!

George! Please, George!

Look at you. What's the beef?

Go out and get rid of an old
man. Some dopey old man.

He's gonna be 90 years
old, maybe 100 years.

That's what he is. Some
dopey old man, a gleep.

Hey, that's what George
called him, a gleep.

That's what George called him. A gleep.

Boy, I wish I could trade you,
and I could use another model.

Aw, it's not your fault. It's not my
fault. It's just the breaks, that's all.

Why am I scared?

Why am I all the time scared?

I'm all the time scared.

Oh, man, I've had a long haul.

How many nights in a tank?
How many nights in stir?

How many nights in a cheap,
lousy little room like this?

Four bucks a night to roast to death.

Nail biter. Scared,
nervous little nail biter.

Hey, George! You ain't
no judge of people, George!

You oughta peel cantaloupes! You oughta
stick with apples and oranges, George,

because you ain't no Judge of
people! Jackie Rhoades the killer!

[LAUGHING]

Hey, Jackie Rhoades, killer!

I know you,
Jackie Rhoades. You ain't no killer.

But you gotta kill
tonight. Kill or be killed.

So you do the job and you're dead anyway,

because you know you
never got away with anything.

You live till tomorrow,
and that's how it ends.

Boy, I wish I could trade you in.

No matches. Cigarettes and
no matches. That's me all over.

That's Jackie Rhoades, the halfway boy.

That's the story of my life.

[GASPS]

Hello, Jackie.

[SHRIEKING]

Come back here! You're not
running out on me this time!

[WHIMPERS] You talking to me?

You talking to me?

Who you… Yeah, sure you are.

Now, me and the mirror,
we're having a talk.

I've had it, huh? All my marbles are
gone. This is how it happens. This…

Yeah, this is how it happens,

but you ain't lost your marbles yet,
and I mean to see that you keep them.

Who are you?

I'm you, Jackie, and you're me.

How's that? You're me and I'm you?

Oh, this is crazy. This is really crazy.

This is crazy! Crazy!

Jackie! I'm part of you,
Jackie. Another part of you.

Don't you even remember me?

You used to know me
a long time ago, Jackie.

A very long time ago,
you were up for grabs.

You could have gone one way or the other.

You could have gone my way
or your way. You went your way.

You know what that means, Jackie?

No, I don't.

Your way. A cheap, weak,
scared, half vulture, all mouse.

That's what you are, Jackie.

All right, so knock me.

So I'm this and I'm that,
and I'm this and I'm that.

Look, here, buddy, whatever I am,
I got flesh and bones and I breathe.

And in just a couple of hours from now,
I'm gonna put the finger on somebody!

So, ha-ha! What do
you do for a living, huh?

Haunt people in mirrors, huh?

Listen to me, boy. Listen to me.

I'm having an argument
with a big piece of glass.

Listen, glass, I'm leaving.

See, I'm pulling out. I'm
pulling out. I've had it with you.

I'm a mouse, huh? Well, you're nothing!

Jackie.

[GASPS]

[GRUNTING]

Jackie.

Now, Jackie.

[GASPING]

[CRIES OUT]

Jackie, don't pass out on me now.

Jackie, we've got a
big night ahead of us.

Where you going?

What's it to you?

Everything. Everything
you do is everything to me.

Can't you get that?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, now I
get it. I'm talking to myself.

That's just who you are talking to.

Part of yourself. The part
you never let come out.

Now, listen, buddy. You got
no invitation to come out now,

so you can go right back where
you came from. Who needs you?

You do. You've always needed me.

Wait a minute. Now I get it.

Yeah, now I get it.
You're a chicken, too.

You're scared I'll get caught same as me.

You're scared this is the last job, so
you make a big noise like a conscience

so the big man don't say
you've been goofing off all my life.

It means more than that to me, Jackie.

You think I can keep quiet now
while you go out and get us both killed?

Killed?

That's right. You said so yourself.

You never got away with nothing, and
you know you won't get away with this.

And I got a right to live.

You had the same chances as me. No
chance. So, if I'm wrong and you're right,

then how come every move I made
turned out wrong? How about that, huh?

Because every time I tried to talk to
you, you listened to somebody else.

That was your mistake.

Okay, wise guy, you know so much,

then how come you
don't know the big thing?

Big thing?

Don't you ever look at a mirror?

I was a runt. I was a skinny little runt.

When you wanna join a street
gang, you gotta go along with them.

You back down, they give you business.

They call you a chicken
and yell, "You ain't got it!"

Yeah, you went along with them.

And you made me go along, too.

The first time we were ten
years old. Remember that?

The class picnic? The teacher
had a locket, and the catch broke,

and she laid it down, and some of
the big kids dared you to swipe it.

Well, I didn't wanna swipe it. I told
you I was a runt. They dared me.

And a year later, they dared you to
break into that grocery store with them,

and you went along, and you dragged
me along, too, and we got caught.

And you spent the next 11 months
in reform school, and so did I.

What did that prove, Jackie?

Yak, yak, yak, yak. Talk my ear off.

No wonder I cut you down.

You're walking on your
lower lip all the time.

What do you want from me anyway?

You know what I want.

No, I don't. But I'll tell
you what I do know.

I gotta go out and do a job. I gotta
knock off an old gleep on 38th Street.

And if I don't do it by 2 a.m.,
you can take what's left of me

and scrape it off that
mirror with a spoon!

I ain't got much time. I gotta go now.

You got less time than you
think. But you never had time.

You didn't have time when that
parole officer tried to help you.

You could have listened to
him, but you joined another gang.

Six months later, you were in jail again,

and that parole officer couldn't help
you any more than Janey Reardon could.

Janey Reardon.

Janey Reardon.

Janey Reardon.

She was a nice kid.

She was a beautiful woman.

She tried to set you straight.

I loved her, Jackie.
I loved Janey Reardon.

You loved her? You got a nerve.

How could you love anybody?
You're just a piece of glass.

I could love, Jackie.

I could love.

I needed her, Jackie. So did you.

I tried to tell you how
much we needed her,

but you graduated from the street
gang into the shakedown rackets.

Big shot, huh? Two years we
spent in the pen on that one.

And when we got out, Janey Reardon
had gotten married and moved away.

She walked out of your life, Jackie.

Out of our life! You
cheated me out of her.

Don't tell me your troubles. It's nothing
to me. Dames I can take or leave alone.

Dames you can take or leave, huh?

That's a statement for the press.

You wouldn't wanna have
a girl, would you, Jackie?

Somebody sweet and pretty.
Somebody who would love you.

Somebody who'd be
kind and gentle with you.

You don't need that, do you, Jackie?

Why don't you cut it
out? Will you do that?

Will you knock it off?

What do you want from me anyway? I'm
asking you, what do you want from me?

I'm still waiting to hear.
What do you want?

I wanna take over, Jackie.
I wanna call the shots.

I want you to let me out.
I want a chance to live.

I wanna live with all the guts
and goodness you left behind.

I wanna live the dreams you
dreamed and never had the guts to live.

Fat chance, buster. Big fat
chance. I'm me and you're you!

And that's no statement for
the press. That's the goods.

I'm going out and knock
me off an old man now,

I'm gonna cut me a nice slice of cabbage
for my troubles. I'm calling the shots!

And neither you or anybody else is
telling Jackie Rhoades what to do!

[PHONE RINGS]

Yeah? Oh, yeah, George.

Uh, George, I'm doing what you told
me, George. I'm just on my way out now.

Yeah, George. I'm just leaving.

Yeah. Honest, George. Honest.
[HESITATES] I'm… I'm… on my way now.

Yeah. Yeah, I… I'm…

I'm gonna leave right now, George.
I'll meet you back here at 2:30, okay?

Yeah. I'll meet you right
back here, George. Okay.

Hey!

Hey, there.

Hey, where are you?

Hey, glass, come on out here.

Come on. Do your job now.

Hey, come on, I wanna see
how I look, glass. Come on.

It don't make any difference, Jackie,
because you're not going anywhere.

You go out that door, you're
finished. We're both finished.

That's the door to nowhere.

Jackie, Jackie, let me out!

I wanna take over. I gotta take over!

I want a decent job, some friends.

I got a job. I got friends.
I got everything I want.

You got nothing. You got
nothing but a pain inside.

You got no friends. You
got nothing! You are nothing!

It's time to be something. Jackie,
let me out. Let me take over, Jackie.

This is your last chance.

All right, I'll let you out of there.

Come on out of there,
wise guy. Come on out!

What a phony. What a phony.

You're a liar!

[GASPS]

[LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY]

Get up, little man.

I'm gonna take your
skin off foot by foot.

Nobody went to the old
man's bar tonight, Jackie.

Nobody at all.

At last reports, he
was in excellent health,

thanks to you.

Thanks to you, you
raunchy little welsher.

Well, what do you got to
say for yourself, crumb, huh?

What have you got to say for yourself?

What have I got to
say for myself, George?

Not much. Just two words: I resign.

That's it, George. I resign.

You what?

I resign.

You can have your gun
back, plus the following.

Move out, George.

And don't ever come back for anything.

Room clerk, this is Jackie…

This is John Rhoades,
room 14. I'm checking out.

No, I'm not coming back.

No, as a matter of
fact, nothing's all right.

The room's too hot,
too small and too dirty.

It's just the place for
bums, but not for me.

Hey, hey, what's to do now?

What's to do now?
Now we go look for a job.

Now maybe we get married.

Now maybe we stop biting our nails.

NARRATOR: Exit Mr. John Rhoades,
formerly a reflection in a mirror,

a fragment of someone else's conscience,

a wishful thinker made out of
glass, but now made out of flesh,

and on his way to join
the company of men.

Mr. John Rhoades, with
one foot through the door

and one foot out of the Twilight Zone.

PRESENTER: Rod Serling,
the creator of Twilight Zone,

will tell you about next week's story

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And now, Mr. Serling.

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and it will be here waiting
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