All language subtitles for Night Gallery 315 - Hatred Unto Death

Starring tonight,

Steve Forrest,

Dina Merrill

and Fernando Lamas.

Good evening.

For the benefit of those
of you who are perhaps

still uninitiated into
this particular item of art,

this is a special display.

Now, anyone can show you a Rembrandt
or a Picasso or a Jackson Pollock,

but we dig much
deeper with our paintings.

Frequently, six
feet underground,

as is the case
with this painting.

It's called Hatred Unto Death.

And it makes comment on the fact

that there are certain
anthropologists and psychologists,

who hold the conviction that blood
memories are passed along in the genes.

You scratch the surface
of the 20th century man,

and you uncover a Neanderthal.

Now, if we were to
accept this theory,

it suggests a kind of
unending reincarnation.

But if man has a Mr. Hyde
perpetually struggling deep within him,

what lies beneath the
surface of the lower beasts?

We offer neither a
postulate nor a promise.

We simply suggest
that you watch and listen.

This is the Night Gallery.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to
compose a foreword.

Foreword? We haven't
even written the book yet.

Anyway, we're not
supposed to do that.

We get some big authority to
say how sensational a book is

and it doesn't look
like we're bragging.

You really think it's
gonna be sensational?

A book about the social
life of a tribe of monkeys?

It better be. I didn't spend
six months in a treetop house

to wind up on a remainder shelf.

I need a refill.

Six months.

I never loved life so much.
I never loved you so much.

I never loved...

Can you understand
what he's saying?

Something about a lion pit.

Oh, he's tremendous!

He is beautiful!
He's magnificent!

Hey, chief, aren't
you going to look up?

Hey, chief!

Let's get look at those
eyes. We're not going

to harm you, we're
going to set you free.

Chief?

Hello, beautiful.

How about me?

Look at the hatred
in those eyes!

It's almost as if he knew me!

What's the matter with you?
I never did anything to you.

Come on, Grant,
let's get in the car!

Why does he hate me so?

He could get out of there!

Grant, you're not safe here.

Please, Grant, get in the
truck. Let the men free him.

Who says I'm going to free him?

What?

Who says I'm going to free him?

Grant, what's the
matter with you?

So you hate me, huh?
So we've met before, huh?

When? A million years ago?

I've got news for you, old boy.

I'm still the boss.

Grant, I beg you, let him go!

No, I need the money.

You don't need the money!

$4000. $4000 would give
us time to write our book!

You mean, you'd
sell him to a zoo?

Darling, that's against
everything we stand for.

Look, you don't have
to do this. I beg you.

Cut the ropes and free him.

Shut up.

This godly creature. You torture
him by locking him up in a zoo.

Not a zoo. It's the
Neurological Institute.

Ramirez would like him. He's
never had a gorilla there before.

You put micro-electrodes
in his head,

there's no telling
what you might find out.

Maybe why he hates me so.

Maybe why I hate him.

I'm delighted you're back.

You both look wonderful.

You must've had a
great six months there.

I'm glad you can keep
him here for a week or so.

It's a good place. The
temperature is controlled.

We're building him an
air-conditioned room.

Since we've just been
working with monkeys,

nothing we have here
is strong enough for him.

I'll get the light.

Everything all right
between you and Grant?

Yes.

I thought things
were a little bit tense.

Well, we're both a little tired.

Here we go.

Mi madre, what is this?

Storage. For the
Natural History Museum.

Everybody else
puts his junk in here.

You have great
publicity here, you know?

Did you see the
article in Life on you?

Yes, The National Geographic
and the Sunday Times magazine.

Right.

This is where we do most
of our restoration work.

In the next room,
we build our displays.

Get ready, Ramirez. Hmm?

Get ready.

You're going to
see some gorilla.

We've got an enormous new show
coming up on the endangered species.

We're going to show not only the species
itself but why and how it's endangered.

I see.

Fantastic! Just fantastic!

What do you call him?

N, gi. That's
Watusi for "chief."

It's also their word for God.

One of their gods. He's
the god of destruction.

Earthquake, tidal waves,
wars and pestilence.

I can't for the life of me figure out why
Grant wanted to bring this beauty here.

For science. I brought
him here for science.

Be interesting to see if I can
control all that malevolence.

You don't need to
worry. He can't get out.

And besides, I keep the
doors locked. They're solid oak.

I don't suppose he knows
how to run an elevator, huh?

Hey, who cleans the cage?

Ruth.

It's amazing.

She feeds him, gives him clean
bedding. I think they have a thing going.

Well, Ruth has always
had a way with animals.

Yes, all the way across the ocean,
she sat by him, holding his hand.

He was in shock. He was lonely.

Shall we go now?

Ruth?

I think she prefers
gorillas to men.

Gorillas don't drop
napalm on children.

Are you coming or aren't you?

You know, this earth doesn't
need man. He's only ruining it.

Come on, Ruth. There's a
thunderstorm coming, I want to get home.

The gorillas and the elephants
and the porpoises would manage

and work things out
very well by themselves.

Without man, this would
be a fabulous place.

I said, "Are you coming?"

No. This is his first night here and
I'm going to stay here for a little while.

All right. I'll go to the
office and check the mail.

Phone me when you're ready. I'll meet
you at the back door. Here's the flash.

And your keys. Be
sure to lock the door.

Hi, N, gi.

Want to say something to
me? Want me to tell you a story?

Ramirez,

that miserable gorilla is
breaking up our marriage.

It's my fault. I should
have let him go.

But when I saw him
looking up at me from that pit,

I felt such a message of hatred.

Such a blast of hatred
that I got this hunch.

No, not a hunch.

I knew that he recognized me.

How could he recognize you?

You've never worked
with gorillas before.

I'd never seen one
before. Not even in the wild.

But when I saw that he knew me,

then I got this crazy compulsion
that I must have known him.

And I hated him. I
had to master him.

And that's why I'm
giving him to you.

I want you to turn
him into a vegetable.

Grant, you're freaking out just
because you think the animal hates you.

I can't help it.

There's something in that ugly
skull of his that I ought to know.

And I want to crush him
just as he wants to crush me.

And he tried to once.

Do you remember the
pale man-creature, N, gi?

He was hairy and dark like
you once, a long time ago.

Remember, N, gi? You fought him.

You fought him in the
moonlight forest opening.

From tree to tree.

And why, N, gi?

For her.

She was dark and
fuzzy and beautiful.

And you fought him for her,
and to be head of your tribe.

But he...

He conquered.

He won the fight,
and he won her.

And he dug a pit
and he trapped you.

And he stoned you to death.

N, gi, shh, boy.

All right, come
on, you. Come on.

Maybe some racial
memory, brute instinct.

Ruth was petting
him on the ship once.

I tried to pull her
away from him.

And the swipe he took at me would have
shattered my skull if he had succeeded.

Now, why should he
feel that way about me?

Grant, I believe
that brute instinct

is the sum total of all the
knowledge a creature acquires.

Not only in his own
lifetime and experience,

but from the accumulated
experience of all his ancestors.

Then you're saying that animal
instinct is a kind of memory in the blood.

Yes, going back eons and eons.

Well, then, maybe we did
meet once, a million years ago.

Maybe I outsmarted him and
he still hasn't gotten over it.

Good boy. That's the way now.

Down we go. Good boy. Good boy.

Down through the
eons, he's changed.

He's grown pale and weak.

Oh, and hairless.

But still, he's your captor,

still your master.

Why, N, gi?

What's happened to your power?

Man. The weak one wins again.

N, gi. What? Come on.

Give 'em back.

All right now. Stay there.

That's a good boy.

That's the way.

No! Bad boy, N, gi. Bad
boy. Take your paws off there.

Yes?

Ruth?

Ruth!

Power failure!

Will the elevator run?

No. If there's no power for
lights, there's none for the elevator.

Look, Ruth.

In here.

Now, you stay here. He
doesn't want you. He wants me.

And don't worry, I've
got three shots left.

Grant!

Ruth, have you see him? No.

Grant, be careful. You only
have two more shots left.

N, gi!

Here I am.

I'm coming after you.

Your time has come, old boy.

Hey, gorilla! You remember me?

Well, I remember you!

I'm coming to get you, N, gi.

I'm coming to get you.

Look out, Grant!

N, gi, old boy.

This has all happened
before somewhere long ago.

And it will happen
again, sometime.

But where?

Who will be the winner then?

Look out, Grant!

No!

Are you sure?

Well, it couldn't hurt.