All language subtitles for The Twilight Zone (1959) - S02E18 - The Odyssey of Flight 33 (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

whose boundaries are that of imagination.

That's the signpost up ahead.

Your next stop, the Twilight Zone.

Global 33, receiving okay.

Hey Magellan, how about
a flight progress report?

MAGELLAN: Coming up, Skipper.

WYATT: Global 33, receiving okay.

We'll be about four minutes

behind flight plan at 30-degrees west.

Check. Captain, Gander wants to know

if you intend an altitude change

after we pass 30 west.

Advise Gander negative.

Negative on altitude change.

Gentlemen, you'll be pleased to know

that thanks to the
quality of this aircraft

and the fine weather,
and my brilliant flying

we'll hit Idlewild on schedule…

If our speed holds up.

Send it in, Wyatt.

Yes, sir.

Shannon, Shannon, copy, Gander.

Global flight 33, position 52 north

30 west, time 14:03.

Flight level 35,000.

Estimating 51 north, 40 west at 14:45.

Estimating Idlewild 18:30.

Fuel remaining, 79,560.

Temperature, minus 57.

Report received, Captain.

How we doing back there, Janie?

Oh, your passengers are highly content

but on behalf of the stewardesses

I would like to respectfully request

that we get to
New York as soon as possible.

One's going to the opera

two have heavy dates

and the fourth is
available to any honorable

and single male crew member.

[ALL CHUCKLE]

CAPTAIN: Oh, hold it a minute.

Do you feel anything?

Feel anything?

No, what do you mean?

I don't know… I felt something…

Something funny, like
the sensation of speed.

I can't put my finger on it.

I guess I'm getting old.

True airspeed 470, we're level.

Suppose we picked up a tail wind?

Yeah, maybe those jet streams are tricky.

It's that crazy feeling I can't shake.

I can't feel a tail wind,
but I feel something.

Everything looks fine.

Magellan, try and get
me a ground-speed check

with the Doppler.

Indicates 900.

That's impossible.

I better check with Loran.

What's going on?

Hold it a minute.

Skipper, Loran indicates a
ground speed of 830 knots.

I never heard of a tail wind like that.

Check it again.

See if you can raise
weather ship Charlie.

Ask him for a radar fix

on the ground-speed check.

Magellan, are you sure

about that ground speed?

I'm not only sure, but
we're still accelerating.

980 now.

1,120.

1,500.

WYATT: Global 33 to Charlie.

God in heaven, I can't
even keep up with it.

Global 33 to weather ship Charlie.

What about Charlie?

Nothing, sir, I can't raise them.

2,100.

Well, I hope the wings stay on.

Don't worry about the wings.

It's the true airspeed that counts.

Ground speed means nothing.

Well, now, we just hit
one lulu of a jet stream.

Magellan.

My needle just reversed past Gander VOR.

How could we get past…?

Give me a fast position check.

Skipper, we are past Gander.

We must be doing 3,000 knots.

Try to raise Harmon
Control or Moncton or Boston.

At this speed, you might as well try

to get Idlewild.

Harmon Control, this is Global 33.

Harmon, do you read us?

Moncton.

Moncton, this is Global 33.

Boston.

Boston control, this is Global 33.

Boston, please acknowledge.

Idlewild.

Idlewild, this is Global 33.

Idlewild, do you read us?

It's no soap.

I can't raise anyone.

NARRATOR: You're riding on a jet airliner

en route from London to New York.

You're at 35,000 feet atop an overcast

and roughly 55 minutes
from Idlewild Airport

but what you've seen occur
inside the cockpit of this plane

is no reflection on
the aircraft or the crew.

It's a safe, well-engineered,
perfectly designed machine

and the men you've just met

are a trained, cool,
highly efficient team.

The problem is simply that
the plane is going too fast

and there is nothing within
the realm of knowledge

or at least logic to explain it.

Unbeknownst to passenger and crew,

this airplane is heading
into an uncharted region

well-off the beaten track
of commercial travelers.

It's moving into the Twilight Zone.

What you're about to see we
call "The Odyssey of Flight 33."

I hope you're proud of the fly-boys.

I'm seeing The Valkyrie tonight.

Oh, Janie.

I've always had a thing about Valhalla.

Be a good egg and tell
me I'm gonna make it

in time for the curtain.

Let me put it to you this way:

I only hope that the
Valhalla you're talking about

is at the Metropolitan Opera
House in Little Old New York.

Instead of…?

Instead of a conducted
tour through the real thing.

We're in trouble.

How bad?

They don't know yet.

Go ahead, serve it.

Oh, Paula. Remember:

"Coffee, tea or milk?" And with a smile.

Yeah, well, you've got a deal.

WOMAN: You know, you talk about ailments.

Well, I had an aunt once in Boise, Idaho,

had one of the worst livers

in the medical history of the state.

That woman, when she
passed on, rest her soul,

would you believe it,

there were five medical associations

who were bidding just to get
her liver in a bottle on display.

But her mother… that
was my father's sister…

She absolutely refused
to let them show her liver.

And it was like I said to
my late husband, you can…

What did you say you were, dear?

Group captain, madam.

I'm military attaché to the
British embassy in Washington.

Oh, isn't that wonderful.

You know, I had a nephew

in the Navy in the Second World War.

Yes, he was, uh… He
was on a cruiser or a…

PT boat, or something like that.

Or maybe it was a battleship.

Did you feel anything?

Well, I felt a little
queasy when we took off

but like my late husband
always used to say

I've got a stomach that's just like…

It's odd.

It's very odd, indeed.

I have the strangest sensation of speed.

Acceleration.

PAULA: Oh!

Oh, dear, terribly sorry.

Got a little nerves, miss?

Uh, heavy date in New York.

Little shook up.

I don't blame you then.

Another channel.

Well, what about it?

Not a thing, Captain.

Not a single thing.

Either everybody out there is off whack…

Everybody… or we are.

Check your equipment again.

I checked it four times!

Knock it off.

I might as well try

to pull our way through and see if…

[THUNDEROUS ROAR]

Did we hit something?

I don't know. Check for damage.

Number three and
four are still on the wing.

They look okay.

Ditto one and two.

Everything seems to be in a piece.

Purcell, go aft and
check for cabin damage.

Report back right away.

Right.

I'd better get on the horn

and calm down anybody

that needs calming down.

Tell the girls to stay with it.

Right.

We're in trouble.

I don't know what kind of trouble.

That light, that crazy
light. What was it?

That's something we'll have to find out.

Quick too.

What was that shaking? Turbulence?

I doubt it. It was more like a…

-Like a…
-Like a what?

Like a sound shock wave.

As if we'd gone past the speed of sound.

You mean we hit Mach 1?

We broke the sound barrier?

But we didn't get any Mach warning bell.

We probably wouldn't have

not with a true airspeed of only 470.

I don't know what it
is. I just don't know.

See, Magellan's last speed
check was 3,000 knots.

We could have gone through
some kind of a sound barrier

but, uh, no kind of a sound
barrier I ever heard of.

Magellan, can you give me a fix now?

WYATT: Global 33 to Harmon Control…

Whatever that bump was, Skipper,

it's really knocked out everything.

Global 33, Moncton.

The altimeter and rate of
climb are steady, Skipper.

Captain, I can't reach Gander,

Moncton or Boston or anybody.

Either they're off the
air or we are or both.

Hatch, give me a sun line.

I'll need a heading to Idlewild

from our last known position.

If we can't raise anyone,

we'll go down to
establish visual contact.

Skipper, you can't do that.

If we leave this altitude,

well run into 20 other flights.

Have you got any
other alternative, Craig?

Sooner or later, we're gonna have

to find a landmark and go VFR.

Without radio contact,
we're deaf and dumb.

As long as we stay up
here, we're also blind.

There's no damage there, Skip.

Everybody's shook up and curious.

They're also plenty scared.

Them and me.

Well, "Ours is not to reason why."

Into the valley of public relations.

Ladies and gentlemen,
this is Captain Farver.

[CONTINUES OVER PA] I just want to assure
you that everything is under control

and there is no danger.

We encountered a
little clear air turbulence

and some atmospheric phenomena

but there's been no
damage to the aircraft

except for some
temporary radio malfunction.

I repeat, there's no cause for alarm

and I'll keep you posted.

If we run according to schedule,

we should be landing at Idlewild
inside of the next 40 minutes.

Thank you.

Purcell, what's the fuel?

71,435 pounds.

I don't feel that strange
sensation of speed anymore.

Magellan, how about

that heading to Idlewild?

Part of this is scientific, Skipper.

Part of it's Kentucky windage.

Try 262, that's as close as I can get.

All right, you all know
what we're up against.

We have no radio contact.

Apparently, we're out of touch
with all ground-radar points.

We don't know where we are.

We're not even sure if we're on airways.

But this beast gulps fuel.
We all know that only too well.

So we've got one chance.

We'll go down through this overcast

and try to find something
that looks familiar.

Uh… it's very possible

that we might hit something

on the way down…

But it's a chance we've got to take.

Well, I just wanted you
to know where we stand

so everybody keep a sharp
lookout for any other traffic

and keep your fingers crossed.

I guess a few prayers
wouldn't be out of order either.

All right, Craig, let's go down.

Hit the horn button.

[ENGINES BECOME LOUDER]

[ENGINES FADE TO NORMAL]

Skipper?

I don't get it.

It happens to be a fact, though.

That's Manhattan Island down there.

Manhattan Island?

How could it be Manhattan Island?

Wh… Where's the skyline?

Where are all the buildings?

I don't know where they
are, but that's New York City all right.

One little item seems to be amiss.

-The passengers…
-Yeah, I don't blame them.

Well, we're over land.

-I don't see any…
-Any what, Janie?

Any city, right?

We don't either.

Now, that's Manhattan Island down there.

There's the East River.

There's the Hudson River.

That's Staten Island.

We've got all the
topographical clues we need.

The problem seems to
be the real estate's there,

it's just the city and eight
million people are missing.

In short, there is no New York.

It's disappeared.

Skipper, verify something
for me, would you?

And in a hurry?

Look!

It's not possible.

What in the name of everything holy

is going on?

PAULA: What's the score?

We've been circling for a half an hour.

They said they'd keep in touch,

but not to come in.

Well, what do you think, Skipper?

Well, we've flown over

what should be Schenectady,

Albany, Points North…

I'll give you a surmise, gentlemen.

You may want to truss me up with ropes

but it's the only single
explanation I can give.

Somehow in some way,

we not only went
through the sound barrier

but we've gone back in time.

Well, what do we do about it?

Skipper?

Fuel is down to 49,435 pounds.

Then here's what we're
going to do about it.

We're going to push this baby up

until she's going as fast as she can.

We're gonna climb till we get
back into that jet stream and then…

And then we're gonna try to
go back where we came from.

All right, Craig.

Let's do it.

Seven-hundred knots.

Seven-eighty.

Eight-hundred.

Nine-hundred knots.

Skipper, I think we're gonna make it!

We're picking it up
again. Do you feel it?

We're picking it up again.

[THUNDEROUS ROARING]

[THUNDER FADES]

Look, I know you've got your hands full

but somebody get on the pipe.

I've got three passengers back
there that are nearly hysterical

and those two kids
back in the tourist section

have half the passengers
climbing the walls.

We made it!

Look, we're back!

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is Captain Farver.

[CONTINUES OVER PA] We
encountered some difficulty back there,

but as you can see, we're
over New York City now

and should be landing
inside of just a few minutes.

Thank you.

What about Idlewild?

Nothing doing, Captain.

Our VHF is still out.

Maybe theirs is out, too.

Try using a high frequency.

I did already, Captain.

There's nothing from Idlewild.

What about LaGuardia?

Somebody ought to hear us.

LaGuardia, this is Global 33.

LaGuardia, come in, please.

AIR CONTROLLER: This is LaGuardia tower.

Who is calling, please?

LaGuardia, this is Global 33.

We're on the northeast leg

of LaGuardia range.

Our VOR and ILS appear inoperative.

Request radar vector to Idlewild ILS.

You request what?

Radar vector to Idlewild ILS.

What flight did you say this was?

LaGuardia, this is
Global Airlines flight 33.

Now, stop fooling
around! We're short on fuel!

Global 33?

What kind of aircraft is this?

This is a jet aircraft!

Did you say a jet aircraft?

Let me handle it.

LaGuardia, this is a jet.

We have four, big lovely turbines

and they're getting hungry,
running short on fuel.

We want a radar vector to Idlewild.

Do you have us in radar
contact or don't you?

I don't know who you are

and we don't know anything at all

about radar or jets or anything else

but if you're really low on fuel

we'll clear you to land here.

Captain, their longest runway

is less than 5,000 feet.

Do you think we ought to take a chance?

AIR CONTROLLER: Global 33,
you're cleared to land on runway 22.

Altimeter 29-88, winds
south, ten miles per hour.

The captain is to report

to the CAA office
immediately after landing.

Roger, we'll keep in touch.

CAA?

They haven't called the
Federal Aviation Agency

CAA in years.

Now, we're going down below, Craig.

Hit the horn button.

S… Skipper, do you know what that is?

I know exactly what it is.

It's the New York World's Fair.

The New York World's Fair?

But that means we'd be back in 1939.

We came back.

We came back

but, dear God, not far enough.

We can't land… We
can't land at LaGuardia.

We can't land in 1939.

We've got to try again.

W… What about the passengers?

I think… we better let them in on it.

Ladies and gentlemen,
this is your captain.

What I'm about to tell you…

What I'm about to tell you

is something I can't explain myself.

Your crew is as much
in the dark as you are.

[CONTINUES OVER PA] If you look out
from the left hand side of this aircraft,

you'll see directly below
an area called Lake Success.

Those buildings aren't
the United Nations.

They happen to be…

They happen to be the World's Fair.

What I'm trying to tell you is

that somehow, some way, in some manner,

this aircraft has gone back into time…

And it's 1939.

But we're going to try
to increase our speed

and go back through
the same sound barrier

we've already done twice before.

I don't know if we can do it.

All I ask of you is that
you remain calm and pray.

NARRATOR: A Global jet airliner,

en route from London to New York,

on an uneventful
afternoon in the year 1961

but now reported overdue and missing

and by now searched
for on land, sea and air

by anguished human beings,
fearful of what they'll find.

But you and I know where she is.

You and I know what's happened.

So if some moment, any moment…

You hear the sound of jet engines

flying atop the overcast,

engines that sound searching and lost,

engines that sound desperate,

shoot up a flare or do something.

That would be Global
33 trying to get home

from the Twilight Zone.

PRESENTER: Rod Serling,
the creator of Twilight Zone

will tell you about next week's story

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I've only got about 18 seconds

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Mr. Burgess Meredith returns

to The Twilight Zone
as Mr. Dingle the Strong.

He plays the role of
an incredible little man

who's given the strength of about 500 men

and comes out of it as a
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and Samson all rolled into one.

It's designed to send
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[RINGING STOPS]

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[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

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