All language subtitles for The Twilight Zone (1959) - S02E24 - The Rip Van Winkle Caper (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.

Good work, gentlemen.

Apples in the barrel.

Yeah, so far,

but we ain't spent anything yet.

Yeah, you know Brooks is right.

$1 million worth of gold bullion,

and I'm still wearing coveralls,

and I got $1.20 in my pocket.

[SPANISH ACCENT] That's
this year, Señor DeCruz.

Today, this, but tomorrow…

Tomorrow, gentlemen… like Croesus, Midas

and all rolled into one.

Man, you see that train engineer

when he hit them brakes?

He looked like he thought the
world was coming to an end.

Well, why not?

When I blow up tracks, I blow up tracks.

Point out a foundry for me, DeCruz,

I'll forge you a medal.

Oh, come on, look out, look out.

Get out of the way!

What's your trouble, Brooks?

May we get to business now?

Let's get the carts and start unloading.

Come on, come on.

Down.

Oh, man, you're a heavy little thing.

Are there any more at home like you?

All right, gentlemen,
procedure as follows:

The gold in the cave

then Mr. DeCruz will
destroy the vehicles.

Okay, buddy boy, let's go.

The pièce de résistance now.

The real culmination.

Ultimate ingenuity.

It is one thing, gentlemen,

to stop a train on its way

from Fort Knox to Los Angeles

and steal its cargo.

It's another thing to
remain free to spend it.

And spend it we shall.

Yeah, but when?

Don't you know, Mr. DeCruz?

I would've thought that
this aspect of the plan

would be particularly clear in your mind.

[DEEP SIGH]

Maldito vidrio.

Rip Van Winkle.

That's what we are.

Four Rip Van Winkles.

I'm not sure.

What are you not sure of?

Just… lying down in one of these…

These glass caskets

and getting put to sleep.

I like to know what I'm doing.

You know what you're doing…

I've explained it very precisely to you.

All four of us will be placed

in a state of suspended animation,

and when we wake up,

that's when we'll take our gold

and enjoy it.

I say everybody takes his cut now

and takes his own chances.

What you say, DeCruz…

But that ain't what we agreed on.

We agreed we'd stash the gold here

and then do whatever
Farwell tells us to do.

So far he ain't been wrong…

Not about anything.

The train, the gold… gas he used to put

a whole trainload of people to sleep…

Everything.

All we had to do was

step over a lot of
horizontal folks snoring.

Transfer a fortune
like it was cotton candy.

Amen to that.

Amen to that, sure.

But how about to this?

None of you mind being helpless

and… closed up in these?

No, Mr. DeCruz.

None of us mind.

How long, Farwell?

How long?

I don't know exactly.

I can only surmise.

I would say that… I would say…

Approximately 100
years from today's date.

One hundred years, gentlemen,

and we shall walk the earth again…

As rich men, however.

As extremely rich men.

One hundred years.

Just like Rip Van Winkle.

NARRATOR: Introducing four experts

in the questionable art of crime:

Mr. Farwell, expert on
noxious gases, former professor

with a doctorate in both
chemistry and physics;

Mr. Erbie, expert in
mechanical engineering;

Mr. Brooks, expert in the use of firearms

and other weaponry;

and Mr. DeCruz, expert in demolition

and various forms of destruction.

The time is now

and the place is a mountain
cave in Death Valley, USA.

In just a moment these four
men will utilize the services

of a truck placed in Cosmoline

loaded with a hot heist,
cooled off by a century of sleep

and then take a drive…
into the Twilight Zone.

All right, gentlemen.

First of all, I want to
know if you can hear me.

Knock once on the
side as I call your name.

DeCruz?

Brooks.

Erbie.

[TAPS ON GLASS]

Now I'm going to give you, in chronology,

precisely what will happen.

First, you are to check your airlocks

located on your right.

See it there?

The red arrow should be pointed

toward "closed and locked."

Now you are each to
count ten, very slowly.

When you come to the end of the count,

reach down with your left hand,

there's a small green button there.

See it?

You are to press this button.

You will hear a slight hissing sound.

This will be the gas

being measured into the enclosures.

All right, gentlemen,
check your airlocks first.

Now begin to count

and on ten, release the gas.

Good night, gentlemen.

Pleasant dreams.

Good sleep.

I'll see you… in the next century.

[VOICE FADING] Next… century.

It didn't work.

It didn't… We don't have any beards,

and our nails didn't grow.

Well, Mr. Farwell,

with the big brain and all the answers,

why didn't it work?

It must have worked.

It was foolproof.

All the body functions stopped.

There wouldn't be any
growth of beard or nails

or anything else!

I tell you, it worked!

Well, look.

The road's still there.

It hasn't changed.

[ANGRILY] It hasn't changed one bit!

Carajo.

Mastermind, big brain.

DECRUZ: Instead of a hundred years,

maybe it's an hour,

and so we're still hot.

And all that gold in there

is just like a lot garbage to us now

because everybody and his brother

is gonna be looking for it.

Erbie.

We forgot Erbie.

This is what did it.

Must have fallen from
the top of the cave,

cracked the glass, the gas escaped.

Mr. Erbie has proven my
point, however, gentlemen.

He's definitely proven my point…

The hard way.

How… How long… would it take…

For such a thing to happen?

A year, or a hundred years.

Chances are, Mr. DeCruz,

that we're now in the year 2061.

2061!

Wow.

Okay.

Now the next step, huh?

We load the gold into the truck

and take it to the first
city we get to, huh?

And then we either take it to a fence

or melt it down ourselves in some way.

That's the deal, isn't it?

Why is it, Mr. DeCruz,

that greedy men are the most dreamless,

the least imaginative, the stupidest?

Now, listen to me, Farwell…

For the first time in history

we have taken a century
and put it in our hip pocket.

We've taken a lease on
life and outlived our stay.

We've had our cake but
we're still going to eat it.

That's quite an adventure
out there, Mr. DeCruz,

though you're a little insensitive to it.

It's a world we've never seen before…

A brand-new, exciting world

that we are going to walk through.

But with gold, Farwell.

With a million bucks worth of gold.

That's how we're
going to walk through it.

Of course.

FARWELL: I wonder… what kind of a world.

DECRUZ: We all loaded up?

All loaded.

Okay, let's pull out. Brooks, you drive.

I'll hop in the back and make
sure the gold doesn't fall off.

Aren't you the most
thoughtful little thing

to ever come down the pike?

What's the matter?

You stay in back and watch the gold, huh?

DeCruz, I wouldn't trust you with gold

if it was filling in your
own mother's tooth.

No, buddy boy, you drive.

I'll check the back.

Well, okay.

Okay, amigo.

BROOKS: Where's the water can?

We might as well get that loaded.

Over there where we buried Erbie.

[ENGINE STARTING]

DeCruz!

Mr. Brooks had a very bad accident.

I keep underestimating you, Mr. DeCruz.

Yeah, well, we'll do it my way now.

We'll pack as much as we can,

put them in two knapsacks,

and hit the road.

I can't think of any other alternative

at the moment.

Hold it, DeCruz, hold it.

I've… got to rest.

How we doing, Farwell?

The map said…

The map said 28 miles to the next town.

At this rate,

we won't reach it till
tomorrow afternoon.

At this rate, you'll never reach it.

There hasn't been a
car, not a single car.

What if…?

"What if" what?

What if there were a war?

What if they dropped a bomb?

What if this highway stretched to…

Stretched to what?

Stretched to nothing, Mr. DeCruz?

Stretched to nothing at all?

Wouldn't it be the irony of all ironies…

We walk… till our hearts burst

carrying all this gold?

[JET ENGINES PASSING OVERHEAD]

[LAUGHING]

There's a world left, Farwell,

and that proves it.

That means there's a town up ahead.

We're gonna make it, buddy.

We're gonna make it!

Come on. Let's get going.

My canteen is gone.

I must have left it back on the road

the last place we stopped.

I haven't any water.

Water? Oh, I believe there's some water

around here you could drink.

Let's see, uh… Oh, here's some water.

One drink, one bar of gold.

That's the price.

You're out of your mind.

That's the price.

One drink, one bar of gold.

I keep underrating you, Mr. DeCruz.

You're quite an entrepreneur.

Ain't it the truth.

One drink, one bar of gold.

That's the going rate today.

It may change tomorrow… I
haven't checked the market…

But for today it's one for one.

Let's go, Mr. Farwell.

What's the matter?

You pooped already?

You had a good night's sleep,

we've only been on
the road for two hours.

Stop… must stop.

Must have water, DeCruz.

Must have water.

Ah, well, all right, Farwell.

I got about a quarter of a canteen left.

Please, DeCruz.

Mr. Farwell, the rate of exchange

has gone up a little bit today.

It's two bars of gold for one swallow.

Water, please.

Mister… Mister… this is gold here.

You can have it.

Drive me to town.

If you give me water… gold…

It's real gold.

You can have it.

I'll give it to you.

I'll… give it to you.

Poor old fella.

Poor old fella.

I wonder where you came from.

Who is it, George?

What's the matter with him?

Some old tramp.

That's what he was.

He's dead.

What's that?

Gold… That's what he said it was.

He wanted to give it to me

in exchange for a lift into town.

Gold? Now, what in the world

would he be doing with this gold?

I don't know, he was
probably off his rocker.

Anybody walking in the
desert this time of day

would be off his rocker.

Can you imagine that?

He offered this to me

as if it was really worth something.

You know, wasn't it worth
something once, George?

I mean, didn't people use gold for money?

Sure, about 100 years or so ago,

before they found a
way of manufacturing it.

When we get back into town,

we'll have the police
come out and pick him up.

NARRATOR: The last
of four Rip Van Winkles

who all died precisely
the way they lived:

Chasing an idol across the sand

to wind up bleached dry in the hot sun

as so much desert flotsam…

Worthless as the gold
bullion they built a shrine to…

Tonight's lesson in the Twilight Zone.

PRESENTER: Rod Serling,
creator of The Twilight Zone,

will tell you about next week's story

after this word from
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[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

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