All language subtitles for The Twilight Zone (1959) - S02E26 - Shadow Play (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.

[DOOR OPENS]

Here they come.

Ladies and gentlemen of the
jury, have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

And what is the verdict?

Your Honor, we find the
defendant, Adam Grant,

guilty of murder in the first degree.

The defendant will rise.

The defendant will rise!

Adam.

Adam Grant, you have been
tried by a jury of your peers,

and found guilty.

Do you have anything you wish
to say before sentence is passed?

Very well. It is the
sentence of this court

that for the brutal and despicable
crime of murder in the first degree,

you shall be put to death
by means of electrocution.

[LAUGHING]

No!

Not again!

I won't die again!

You can't make me die again!

Oh, God, please, please, please.

Tell them, Mr. District Attorney,
that this isn't real.

Make 'em understand they're
only a dream I'm having!

You fools! You kill me, you'll die!

You believe me, make him believe me!

Tell the district attorney
he's prosecuted himself

and everybody in this building
and everybody in the world!

Tell him, Mr. Carson,
before it's too late!

Tell him! Tell him!

Adam Grant, a nondescript
kind of man found guilty of murder

and sentenced to the electric chair.

Like every other criminal
caught in the wheels of justice,

he's scared right down to
the marrow of his bones.

But it isn't prison that scares him,
the long silent nights of waiting,

the slow walk to the little
room, or even death itself.

It's something else that holds Adam Grant
in the hot, sweaty grip of fear.

Something worse than any
punishment this world has to offer.

Something found only
in the Twilight Zone.

[HARMONICA PLAYING "RED RIVER VALLEY"]

[MUTTERING]

[HARMONICA PLAYING]

[HARMONICA CONTINUES PLAYING]

Coley! Lay off of that thing, will ya?

I'm sorry, Grant.

I didn't know I was bothering anybody.

It's all right, Coley. It's my fault. I…

[SIGHS]

I got you out of a bad movie I saw once,

just like everything
else in this corny dream.

Grant! Let me give you some
advice. Don't think about it.

You think about it, you'll crack
up like Phillips there. Listen to him.

Mother, I'm sorry. Don't
let them hurt me, Mother.

Don't let them hurt me, Mother.

[SOBBING] Don't let them hurt me.

Phillips! Shut your face!

A month ago, he was a
human being. Now what is he?

An animal, a thing. Why?

Because he couldn't
stop thinking about it.

I know it.

It's… It's just different with me.

You mean you wanna die?

No.

Well, it ain't different with
you. So don't kid yourself.

Sometimes I wonder,
too, what it's gonna be like.

I'll tell you what it's like.

You walk out of your cell,

pass two gray doors,

78 steps to the final
door. It's painted green.

There's a guard that opens the
door for you, and you go into a room.

It's tan.

It's all tan.

There's nothing in it except one chair.

It's like a chair you used to sit in
when you were a kid. It's hard and solid.

Ah, cut it out, cut it out.

They strap your arms and legs.

Then they attach the electrodes.

It's funny.

They always feel cold
to the touch at first.

Aw, Grant, you talk like
you been through it already.

Then they drop the mask.

It's musty. It smells like an old sofa.

And then you wait.

Every muscle tense, straining.

Any second, any second.

Then you can almost hear it.

They pull the switch.

[HUMMING]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Madame.

I am a poor lost traveler seeking
food and lodging for the night.

You're loaded.

Hank, I've just been
insulted by your wife.

She's says I'm loaded.

Well, aren't you?

That has nothing to do with it.

Hey. Hey, take it easy.
That's my best gin.

Dear friends, when I die

I don't wanna see
any full bottles around.

That's not funny.

It wasn't meant to be.

It was meant to be a
comment on the short,

unhappy life of Paul Carson.

Come.

Drink and be merry, for tomorrow…

Oh, shut up, Paul.

Sorry.

Well, only a few more hours.

I knew it. I knew it the
minute you walked in.

We're not nervous enough. Oh, no,
we have to listen to the great city editor

with his news behind the news.

If I'm not welcome here, then I shall
go elsewhere and breathe my last…

Oh, never mind. I've had
enough of this wake anyway.

Good night, dear.

What about dinner?

Lost my appetite.

Oh, the steak can
come out in five minutes.

Hank.

Now, don't start it.

I've got to start it. I'm
not upset or disturbed

or nervous anymore. I'm scared.

That's ridiculous.

I know it is, I know it
is, but that doesn't help.

Do you mean to say you
believe that crazy story?

God, help me, Hank, but I do.

At least, I believe it's possible.

Well, why not? Can we prove he's wrong?

Maybe not, but that's a poor
reason for believing in anything.

I can't prove that the
world isn't going to end.

But it isn't.

This guy killed a man in cold blood,

and he's going to pay
for it. Those are the facts.

Anything else is speculation, fantasy.

Are you sure? Then what
are you so steamed up about?

I'll tell you why. Because a
little part of you believes, too.

Just a little, tiny part of Henry Ritchie
says, "Maybe this Grant is right.

Maybe this is all a dream." The
thought has occurred to you, hasn't it?

Hank, haven't you ever stopped
and said, "This couldn't be real.

"I couldn't be the district attorney."

"I couldn't have a
lovely wife like Carol,"

and a lovely home and money
in the bank, not in any real world."

Haven't you, Hank?

Well, of course. Everyone has.

If you're a success, you're
bound to think it's a dream.

If not, you think it's a nightmare.

This only proves that Grant is human.

He can't believe what's happening to him,

so he tries to convince
himself that it isn't, not really.

Yeah, that's what I thought too at first.

But Hank, I've been talking to this
kid a lot lately, and he makes sense.

Go down and see for yourself.
Don't take my word for it.

It wouldn't do any good.

You only listened to him once.

That was enough.

Hank, for my sake,
please, go and see him.

Let him tell you. Please, Hank.

It's pointless but… thanks.

Jiggs. Jiggs!

Yeah?

What time is it?

9:05.

Why, you got a date somewhere?

No, I'm just expecting someone.

The governor, right? With
a nice fat pardon in his fist.

No, it's the district attorney.

He usually comes around about 9:00.

Oh, you don't say? The DA himself, huh?

Yeah, yeah, the DA himself.

Ah, you got a great sense of humor, pal.

Wait a minute. There's something
else that doesn't work. The watch.

Prisoners about to be executed aren't

allowed to wear watches
because of the glass.

You see? He's right on time, huh, Jiggs?

Ten minutes, Mr. Ritchie.

All right. You can leave us alone.

Hello, Grant.

Hello, Mr. Ritchie.

You don't seem surprised to see me.

I'm not. You always come.

I mean, the district attorney
always comes. It isn't always you.

Grant.

Yes?

I take it you're sticking to
this dream story of yours.

That's right.

It can't possibly do you any good now.

You realize that…

I should, after all this
time, every night I explain.

Every night it's the same.

All right, explain again.

Well, it's very simple.
When I die, you die,

and everybody in this world dies
because this world does not exist.

It's a dream of mine. It's a
nightmare. Can't you understand that?

No, Grant, I can't understand that.

Not because it's a new idea. I
can't understand it or accept it

because it doesn't make
any kind of logical sense.

But it does. It's the only thing
that does make logical sense.

Take you, for instance. Do
you think you'd be visiting a man

that was just about to be
executed in real life? Of course not.

They wouldn't allow you
in here. Or you take me.

You don't know any more
about me now than you

did when this thing
started. I'm a stranger.

There are a hundred
vagrants in every town

without names, without
histories. Stop that!

We know you're mentally sound.

And I don't think you're
deliberately lying to me.

I'm gonna destroy that story of
yours, Grant, now, once and for all.

You say that all this is a dream,

and that when you're
electrocuted you wake up,

and when you wake up,
we all disappear, right?

That's right.

What about our parents
and our parents' parents,

and everybody who
never even heard of you?

What about them, Mr. Ritchie? A
dream builds its own world, Mr. Ritchie.

It's complete. With a past, and,
as long as you stay asleep, a future.

What about us then
when we sleep and dream?

Or is that when you're up and around?

You only sleep and dream
because I dream you that way.

All right, now answer me this.

You're scared now.
Why? Why are you scared?

You've got to wake up sometime
even if you're electrocuted.

So why don't you just
sit back and enjoy it?

Enjoy it?

Let me tell you something.
Mr. Ritchie, how soundly do you sleep?

Well, I mean, you dream, don't you?

Certainly, sometimes.

Haven't you ever been
hurt in one of those dreams?

Haven't you ever fallen out of a window
or been drowned or tortured? You have!

Don't you remember
how real it had seemed?

Remember how you woke up screaming?

Well, let me ask you something. How do
you like to wake up screaming every night?

That's what I do. Because I dream the
same dream night after night after night!

It's this one!

It changes a little bit. The people get
twisted around, but it's the same dream.

You've got to believe me! I can't
go on dying! I can't go on dying!

I can't, I can't…

I'm telling the truth, Mr. Ritchie!

Please, let me live
and I'll keep you alive.

I'll dream you every
night just like this.

Wait a minute! I'll prove it to you.

You wife, she has a steak cooking
for you. Go home, look in the oven.

It'll be something else.

Please!

Well?

What's wrong, Hank?

That's a roast.

What about it?

Hank, what about it?

JIGGS: Grant. Grant.

Huh?

Did I wake you up?

[CHUCKLING]

No.

What's funny?

Nothing's funny.

Well, you was laughing. I heard ya.

Hey, Grant, listen,

I been thinking about what you said,

about this all being a dream and all.

Well, now, maybe it won't work,

but if you told that story to the

governor, he might
let you out on a psycho.

He wouldn't believe me.

You don't believe me, do you, Jiggs?

Oh, that's got nothing to do with it.

If you think it's true, see,

why, then you got a loose cog somewhere,

and they don't burn guys with loose cogs.

What if I proved it to you?

How?

Well, Jiggs, don't you
think that all of this is just…

Just a little bit too much
the way it should be?

I don't get you.

Well, I mean it's so pat.

I got tried and sentenced the
same day. It doesn't work like that.

But you see, that's the way that I saw
it in my mind and so that's the way it is.

Or y… you take this place here.
You and Coley and his harmonica,

or Phillips and his mother.

[LAUGHING]

It's like a movie.

Real death houses aren't like that.

But you see, I've never
been in a real death house

so that's, that's my impression of it.

Man, you've really flipped.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Well, the Brothers Grimm, as I live…

What are you doing up?

I'm not up. I'm down, just like
you and your funny friend here.

-Have they…
-Fifteen more minutes.

That's another thing. Why does
this always happen around midnight?

Because that's when it happens.

Yeah, but why?

According to Grant, he doesn't
know anything about these matters

except what he sees in the movies. In
the movies, it always happens at midnight.

Because movies are technically accurate.

That's strange, too, when
you come to think of it.

Then don't come to think of it.

JIGGS: Hey, screws,
you're wasting your time.

You can't kill him. You want
to know why? I'll tell you why.

Because you're nothing but dreams.
Dreams! You hear that, screws?

Is there anything you wish to say

in these few moments
remaining to you, my son?

No.

Then let us pray.

There's no need.

There's always a need for prayer, my son.

Only in the real world,
Father, not in a nightmare.

You feel detached from reality?

[LAUGHS SOFTLY]

I not only feel it, I am detached.

I wonder where I've seen you,
where your face came from.

It's familiar. Almost every
time it just about comes to me.

We've never met.

Oh, yes.

Yes, we have. Father Beamon.

Of course, Father Beamon
from over at Spring Hill.

No wonder I didn't recognize you.
You died when I was ten years old.

Oh, everybody came to your funeral.

My name is Beamon but…

Yes, and… and then a young
priest came and took your place…

[LAUGHS SOFTLY]

That was Carson.

You know, I'm using him for the editor.

Be still, my son.

But what about Ritchie,
the district attorney?

He must have been a
schoolteacher of mine.

Maybe he was a friend of Dad's.

JIGGS: Hey, Grant,
they can't do this to you.

You're home in bed, asleep. Remember?

Grant! Grant! It's time to wake up, boy.

Wake up! Wake up!

You could at least get a stay of
execution. I know you can do that.

What good would it
do? We'd simply have to

go through the whole
thing all over again.

Maybe not. Look, Hank.
Forget all about that dream stuff.

Whether that's true or not, it doesn't

matter. The kid believes
it. He's got a case.

The psychiatrist made a
mistake. It wouldn't be the first time.

Get a week's stay. We'll
throw in another team.

Why not? Because we might be wrong?
Well, maybe we are, but maybe we're not,

and in my book, that's reasonable
doubt. Hank, that kid is sick in the head.

Are you gonna send a mental
incompetent to the chair?

I regret this, Paul. I'll
regret this as long as I live.

Hello. This is Henry Ritchie. I
wanna speak to the governor.

Right away.

Well, I don't care. This is an
emergency. Wake him up. Hurry.

They're having trouble
putting this through. He's…

Yes, this is Henry Ritchie.
Governor, I don't have time to explain,

but I want you to grant a stay of
execution in the case of Adam Grant.

He's calling now.

[CLOCK CHIMING]

[PHONE RINGS]

[CLOCK CHIMING]

[DOOR OPENS]

Here they come.

Ladies and gentlemen of the
jury, have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

And what is the verdict?

Your Honor, we find the
defendant, Adam Grant,

guilty of murder in the first degree.

The defendant will rise.

Adam.

NARRATOR: We know
that a dream can be real.

But who ever thought that
reality could be a dream?

We exist, of course,
but how, in what way?

As we believe, as flesh
and blood human beings?

Or are we simply parts of someone's
feverish, complicated nightmare?

Think about it, and then ask yourself,

do you live here, in this
country, in this world,

or do you live instead
in the Twilight Zone?

PRESENTER: Rod Serling,
creator of The Twilight Zone,

will tell you about next week's story

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[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

PRESENTER: Be sure and watch
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