All language subtitles for The Twilight Zone - S05E11 - A Short Drink from a Certain Fountain.eng.SDH.srt

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

NARRATOR: You unlock this
door with the key of imagination.

Beyond it is another dimension…

A dimension of sound,

A dimension of sight,
a dimension of mind.

You're moving into a land of
both shadow and substance,

of things and ideas.

You've just crossed over
into the Twilight Zone.

[JAZZY MUSIC]

[GLASS SHATTERING]

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

[GROAN] Oh, I'm sorry, dear.

You keep forgetting I'm
no longer a varsity end.

Oh, it was fun though, huh?

[COUGHING]

My doctor should've
witnessed that little activity.

If you persist in telling
me about your ailments,

I may just have to run out and get sick.

[TURNS OFF MUSIC]

It gets dull, you know.

Terribly dull.

I just, uh…

Mentioned it in passing, my dear.

What did you do today?

You, uh… did you go shopping?

Oh, I had a ball!

An absolute wild ball,
an earthshaking ball.

Wanna know what I did?

Well… first of all, I had breakfast.

Then I had lunch,

and then I fired the stupid maid.

And then…

I waited for you, Harmon, dear.

So, all in all, I'd say it
was one of those days

that made you simply want
to go and jump off a bridge.

Am I getting through to you at all?

Why, it's Smokey the Bear.

Flora, dear, you could
start a serious fire.

Big Daddy, one of
these long, late nights,

that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

While you're at it,

why don't you pick up the
remnants of that aged eyesore

that I so happily knocked
over a few minutes ago?

This came from my mother.

It's a very old piece, Flora.

Oh?

Worth what?

Eighty-nine cents?

I'll tell you what, Big Daddy.

On our anniversary,

I'll go out and buy you six of them.

Then I'll take them all to the dime store

and have them gift-wrapped.

Then I'll even find you
some of your favorite music

and play it on your old Victrola.

Something like, uh,
"Come to the Wildwood Church"?

And other such red-hot
toe-tapping numbers?

It's worth very little except…

Except for sentimental value.

That's a word you may
not understand, "sentiment."

It means "the capacity to love."

Big Daddy, if I don't fill the bill,

why don't you just say so right out?

Should you fail to know it

there are 14 flights a day to Reno,

and I would just adore
to be on any one of them.

Flora, I'm, uh…

I'm not angry, I just wish
that you would, you would…

You would try to be more careful.

Somebody should have
wished that five years ago

when we took out our papers.

Oh, I knew you were old, Harmon.

I just didn't know how old.

You better be careful, Big Daddy,

because if you ever take me
to a swinging weekend in Egypt,

I just may run away with a mummy.

I'll, uh…

I'll just wash up and we'll go to dinner.

Yeah.

You do just that.

We'll make it your night.

We'll do something really wild

like go to a band concert in the park.

NARRATOR: A picture of an aging man

who leads his life as Thoreau said:

In quiet desperation.

Because Harmon Gordon
is enslaved by a love affair

with a wife 40 years his junior.

Because of this, he runs
when he should walk,

he surrenders when
simple pride dictates a stand.

He pines away for the
lost morning of his life

when he should be enjoying the evening.

In short, Mr. Harmon Gordon
seeks a fountain of youth.

And who's to say he won't find it?

This happens to be the Twilight Zone.

[SARCASTICALLY] Oh, great.

I didn't ask you to run the mile,

just to go dancing or
the movies or something.

And don't start telling me about
how you took me out of a chorus line

and introduced me to the finer things.

You know what, Harmon?
Your idea of the finer things

is to hold hands in a mausoleum
and listen to the organ music.

Well, get yourself a nice, tall
glass of warm milk, Big Daddy,

and curl up with an almanac,

'cause we want you happy, don't we?

[DOOR SLAMS]

Uh, could I talk to Dr. Gordon, please?

Yes, thank you.

[SIGHS]

Uh, Raymond?

It's Harmon.

Raymond, I've got to talk to you tonight.

Would you please come over?

Uh, drink all right?

Uh, yeah, it's fine.

You look a little tired, Harmon.

Well, I've been, uh…

A little rushed this past week, so…

Flora in bed?

Uh, yes, yes, she went to bed.

She asked to be remembered.

Oh, she'll be remembered.

You ought to get to
know her better, Raymond.

She's really… She's
really a very fine girl.

Did I say otherwise?

Well, I know you two
haven't been exactly close,

certainly not as close

as a brother and sister-in-law could be.

Harmon… will you do me a favor?

Certainly.

As a matter of fact, two favors.

First, don't try to sell me Flora.

You know what I think of her,

I've told her myself to her face

so I have no compunctions
about saying it aloud.

I think she's a brassy,
conniving, covetous little broad.

Let me finish.

I could forgive her her hungers, Harmon,

I could forgive her the fact
that she's made out of asbestos

and hasn't got a heart in her body.

But I can't forgive her
for what she's done to you.

You know that she's turned you

into a frightened, quaking fool.

You dote on her, you give in to her,

you run after her like a poodle.

That's item number one.

Now the second favor is that…

From now on, after
you've had your battles,

don't call me at odd hours of the night.

Well, I don't do that very often.

Once is often and twice is endless.

Harmon, we're very close as brothers go.

You know there isn't
anything I wouldn't do for you.

But I can't continue to run
over here like a Saint Bernard

every time you get frozen
halfway up the mountainside.

Now, she's a predatory little alley cat.

And she's always been that way.

I can just give you so much
solace, so much sympathy,

and after that, it begins to craw.

Now, what is it tonight?

Just someone to while away the hours with

or is there something quite specific?

Um…

Um… this thing you, uh…

Been working on.

Go on.

The cellular serum… you've
been successful with it.

You must be out of your mind.

I'm desperate, yes, but
I'm not out of my mind.

You've made animals
younger, I've seen it myself.

You inject them with your
fluid and they're young again.

Animals, yes.

Guinea pigs, white mice, hamsters.

I've been able to
rejuvenate glands, organs,

sometimes a complete cellular structure.

But we haven't scratched the surface,

we're stumbling in the dark.

I want you to inject me.

You don't have a remote
idea of what's involved.

We're 20 years away from
trying this on a human being.

Why?

We're dealing in basic life form.

We have no idea of how
much damage might result.

We don't know how it's gonna
affect the basic metabolism

of the body or the mind,
or the effect on the brain.

We're winging this, we've
killed as many as we've saved.

You said you'd do anything for me.

Anything within reason.

Oh, but this is within reason.

I've come close to the end of my rope.

I'm at the point where it
matters very little to me

whether I live or die.

I want you to test this serum on me,

make me young again.

Now, short of that, I
don't want to get any older.

Aside from this pronounced
death wish of yours,

how would you like to
spend the rest of your life

as a mutated freak?

Or a gibbering idiot?

Or a mindless shell?

That's not only possible,
it's highly probable.

We can't control an
experiment on a human being.

It would be catch as catch can.

I'd not only take the
risk, I'd welcome it.

The answer is no!

I wouldn't experiment on a strange bum

-I found on the street…
-Uh, Raymond.

To say nothing of my own brother.

Raymond, please, wait, wait.

Raymond, please.

The answer is no.

Good night, Raymond, and…

Thank you for coming.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Harmon.

As a doctor, I can tell you

what the effects on the human body are

landing on concrete at
the end of a 500-foot fall.

Well, as a man, can you tell me

what the effects are on the human brain

when a man is deeply, totally

and dedicatedly in love with a woman

who can't stand the sight of him?

Have you even the remotest idea

what kind of life this is for me?

I can tell you what it could be…

Or what it should be.

You're a bright, charming,
wealthy, discerning guy,

you've been hammered out of shape

by a flashy piece of baggage
not fit to wait on your table.

Well, whatever she is or isn't,

she is the only thing on God's earth

that I care about.

I beg you, give me a chance.

Give me a chance to save myself.

And if I don't?

Then we'll see who
reaches the sidewalk first:

The man in the elevator
or the free-falling body.

Oh, my dear God.

I feel sorry for you.

Let me think it over for an hour or two.

I'll come back.

Is that it?

That's it.

What can I expect?

You can expect a miracle,

but you're not very likely to get it.

Go to bed now, don't go to work tomorrow.

I'll be here early in the morning.

I want to be very close to
you for the next few days.

Well, when can I expect some change?

Within six hours.

That's when the first
physical change is noted.

As for the mental change,

none of the rats or guinea pigs

have told me what the feeling was.

I'll be the first.

You'll be the first…

Assuming that you survive.

You want to know something, Raymond?

I'm not only going to survive,

I'm going to be young
again, I can feel it.

I wonder if she has any
idea what she's done.

Even one slight little suspicion.

But I promise you

that if you don't survive or if
you're damaged in any way,

I'm going to take it out of her skin,

piece by piece.

She's going to donate a pint of blood

for every pint she's bled out of you.

And that's not a medical
hypothesis, that's a promise.

Go to bed now.

I'll see you in the morning.

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

[GROAN]

Well, well, if it isn't
the poor man's Kildare.

What brings you out into
the early dawn, Doctor?

Where's Harmon?

When last seen, he was pounding a pillow.

Is he all right?

What is this, ESP or something?

I asked you a question… Is he all right?

I presume he is, but
if you don't think so

just go in there and blow a bugle.

No, I'll wait for him to get up.

Yeah, you do that.

Take off your stethoscope
and make yourself at home.

Haven't you talked to him this morning?

I haven't talked to anybody.

That is, until you saw
fit to come pounding

at the door at this ungodly hour.

Did you talk to him last night?

He said something when he went to bed.

I didn't hardly hear him.

He sounded lucid to you?

Look, pally, I'm not the night nurse.

I think you're in the wrong ward.

Besides that, you bore me.

[DOOR OPENS]

How do you feel, Harmon?

[MOCKING] How do you feel, Harmon?

I ask for Vince Edwards
and look what they send me.

Ah, it's incredible what
a good night's sleep

will do for a man, isn't it?

Harmon?

What have you done…?

Are you wearing makeup?

Makeup… no, no.

No makeup, just a good night's sleep.

Well… you look so different.

Oh, do I?

Yes, you…

Well, you look wonderful, you…

You look so young.

[LAUGHING]

What's happened to you?

Ask my brother over there.

No, his brother doesn't know.

How do you feel, Harmon?

I feel like a million dollars tax-free,

that's how I feel.

Know what I'll do for you, ray?

I'll let you take me on tour.

They'll write you up in
all the medical journals.

But first you've got
to give me four weeks.

Flora and I are going to
go on a little ocean trip.

An ocean trip?

Mm-hmm.

Well… Well, that's wonderful.

When do we go?

I've been thinking.

We ought to check if there's
anything sailing tonight.

Unless of course you'd rather fly.

Oh, fly, sail, who cares?

Ooh, Big Daddy, I don't know
what you've done to yourself

but let me clue you in about something:

I don't care, 'cause I like this fine.

Oh, yes, I like it fine.

I don't want you to plan
any trips for quite a while.

Oh, blow it.

I'll just go and change
for you, all right?

HARMON: Where'd you like to go?

Paris? Rome? Tokyo? Hm?

Anywhere you say.

I'm your passenger.

Oh… mm, ah…

Why, this is incredible.

You haven't looked that way
since you were 30 years old.

That's fantastic, it's
absolutely fantastic.

I keep getting younger.

If I keep going at
this rate, I'll be drafted.

[LAUGHING]

If you don't stop, we may be in trouble.

Oh!

What do you mean, trouble?

I wish I knew…

How much longer it would go on

or how long before it stops.

Oh, it's still going on.

I can feel it.

Harmon?

It's still going on, what… what is…

-Oh…
-Harmon?

What's going on with you?

What's happening?

[GASPS]

Leave him go.

I want him to go to bed.

Go to bed, Harmon.

FLORA: You tell me
what's happening to him.

Be quiet, leave him alone!

What's going on?

Leave him alone.

What is it?

Sit down, Flora.

But I want to see him.

You will.

But I don't want you to wake him.

He's in shock now,

and sleep is precisely what he needs.

I wanna see him right now.

You will.

But right now, Flora,

as of this moment, you've
got to readjust your life.

What are you talking about?

Look, is this some kind of a trick?

I want to see my husband.

Your husband is sleeping.

When he wakes up,
he's going to need help.

Help?

What kind of help?

I want to see him.

You will.

But I think you'd best get oriented.

Flora, the ground rules change now.

Now you stay in your own yard.

The world doesn't begin
and end with Flora anymore.

It isn't just Flora's wishes
and Flora's temperament,

and Flora's capacity for anger.

Now it's something
else. It's very different.

You have a responsibility now.

And you're going to honor it.

You're going to take care of Harmon.

He's going to need you.

[GURGLING]

RAYMOND: Flora!

If you're leaving, make note of the fact

that what you're wearing
is all that you take with you.

If you think that I'm gonna stay

and take care of a
grubby, thumb-sucking kid…

That's precisely what you're going to do.

And short of that,

you leave here exactly as you arrived:

Unadorned.

All the furs and the jewelry

and anything else that
my brother gave you…

Remain here.

He can't make me stay here.

You can't make me stay here, either.

There are other fish
in this ocean, mister.

But you're not married to them.

You happen to be married to my brother.

That's crazy.

Crazy?

No. It's bizarre.

And it's a fact.

And if I ever hear that he's left alone

with nurses, maids and governesses,

you're gonna find yourself
back on the chorus line.

Do you understand?

He's gonna get some attention now.

And I don't mean just
intimate and sporadic visits

between nightclubs and beauty parlors.

I mean from morning till night.

[GURGLING]

Won't he ever grow?

Oh, yes.

As of right now, he'll grow
a little bit older each day,

like any little boy.

And you'll perform the process together.

As he grows older, you'll be growing old.

There's a little poetic justice, Flora:

That you should be forced
to drink from the same cup.

And then when tomorrow comes,

there'll be someone younger outside

waiting to come in.

Always waiting to come in.

But it isn't fair, Raymond.

It just isn't fair.

Everything… Everything is on his side.

Well, you see, Flora,

as you get older, see how wise you get.

NARRATOR: It happens to be a fact.

As one gets older, one does get wiser.

If you don't believe it, ask Flora.

Ask her any day of the
ensuing weeks of her life

as she takes notes
during the coming years

and realizes that the worm has turned.

Youth has taken over.

It's simply the way
the calendar crumbles…

In the Twilight Zone.

PRESENTER: And now, Mr. Serling.

Next time a new author joins
the ranks of the elves and gremlins

who supply the imaginative
material on The Twilight Zone.

His name is Richard Deroy

and his story is in the best
tradition of the program.

It stars one of the gentlest,

and certainly the most
able of America's actors,

a beloved little fixture on the
American scene named Ed Wynn.

Next time out on The Twilight Zone,

Ed Wynn stars in
"90 Years Without Slumbering."