All language subtitles for The Twilight Zone - S05E35 - The Fear.eng.SDH

[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.

Evening, ma'am. Are you Miss Scott?

That's right.

Well, I'm Trooper Franklin, Miss Scott.

May I come in for a moment?

Thank you.

Attractive place.

That's gracious of you to
say so. What else is new?

You came into town this morning?

It's, um, an unhappy pilgrimage

that I'm forced to make every week.

Unfortunately, no one will deliver my
supplies, so I have to get them myself.

Oh, was there anything
else, Trooper Franklin?

Uh, Mr. Barth down at the general store

said something about you telling him

you'd seen some kind of
lights in the sky last night.

So?

Well, I just thought I'd, uh,

come up here and ask
you a few questions about it.

That's intrepid of you, Trooper.

I did see something last night.

And I did mention it to that pickle
barrel wheeler-dealer in the village.

I did mention it because, well,
the general run of dialogue is so dull

it makes me want to
retire from the human race.

I'm up to here in
rainfall, wind velocity,

snowfalls and gripping bingo games.

So I thought I'd inject
something new into the dialogue.

I see.

Well, uh,

what kind of lights
would you say they were?

If you're looking for a red-hot
gun-'em-down battle against evil,

you can saddle up and head
north because you won't find it here.

You're here from New York, Miss Scott?

Is that a misdemeanor?

No, no, not at all, I…
I was just interested.

We heard you'd taken a place
up here. A cabin, you living alone.

You were some sort of a
fashion editor, weren't you?

Yes.

I was some sort of a fashion editor.

My yearly salary would
have bought the main street

of that rinky-dink
whistle-stop down there.

And I had what is euphemistically
known as a nervous breakdown.

So, I came up here to be alone.

Said journey being the
biggest rock I ever pulled

'cause you can't be alone here.

You have to share your private
life with country bumpkins.

And, um, Gilbert and
Sullivan state troopers.

Repeating, Trooper, since
your ears seem to flap.

There is nothing for you here,
so why don't you, uh, run along?

You know, Miss Scott,
I think you're quite right.

I don't think there is much here for me.

Or, for that matter, anyone else.

What's that supposed to mean?

That's supposed to mean that in your book

I'm sure that anyone who hasn't
bought their clothes on Fifth Avenue

is considered a bumpkin.

And that everybody who doesn't broaden
their as, is considered provincial.

And that elusive thing called culture

is really only an inheritable legacy

available only to insufferable snobs

of which, Miss Scott, I'm
afraid you are a charter member.

[LOUD, HIGH-PITCHED WHIRRING
LIKE AN AIRPLANE LANDING]

[WHIRRING ABRUPTLY STOPS]

What's happened?

[LATCHES CHAIN LOCK]

You're not frightened,
are you, Miss Scott?

I'm afraid you put me in the
wrong sorority, Mr. Franklin.

I'm a charter member, but not of snobs.

I'm the founder and the
chairman of the board

of the society of frightened people.

So frightened that
they can't face the world

and they go away to
little mountain retreats.

They act superior because they think
it hides their tensions and neuroses.

Thank you for an honest answer.

Why don't you rustle up some
hot coffee for the two of us?

I'll go out and check around,

and I'll stay with you an hour
or so to see if it comes back.

And I'll drive you back
into town if you'd like.

What was it?

The noise and the lights?

A meteor or maybe
an aircraft off its course.

Those would be the rational explanations.

Give me an irrational one.

Maybe something from outer space.

"There are more things in
heaven and earth, Horatio,

than are dreamt of in your philosophy."

That's Shakespeare, Miss Scott.

That's Shakespeare, but what is that?

NARRATOR: The major
ingredient of any recipe for fear

is the unknown.

And here are two characters
about to partake of the meal.

Miss Charlotte Scott, a fashion editor,

and Mr. Robert Franklin, a state trooper.

And the third member
of the party, the unknown,

that has just landed a
few hundred yards away.

This person or thing is soon to be met.

This is a mountain cabin

but it is also a clearing in the shadows

known as the Twilight Zone.

[FOOTSTEPS RUSTLING IN BRUSH]

Mr. Franklin, did you see anything?

Not much. You better go back inside.

I'll be right back.

[CRASHING]

Haven't you ever heard
of an emergency brake?

Yup, heard and used. But
this emergency brake was on.

There's only two of us and neither of
us were near the car. So, who pushed it?

Maybe nobody. Maybe
the brake just gave out.

You believe that?

For the time being. That's the
only explanation I can conjure up.

[GROANING]

The radio's dead. No power at all.

You got a phone inside?

That's one concession to
privacy that I didn't make.

I've got a telephone and some coffee.

At this given moment, both
are luxury items in my book.

Oh, uh, better lock it.

You've just applied for membership, hm?

My club for frightened people.

Lady, I've been in two wars,

and I've been a policeman between
and after. And I'm not ashamed to say

that I've racked up more
scared hours than most rabbits.

Thank you for an honest answer.

Miss Scott, maybe you can
learn this, maybe it'll help you.

But being frightened it's a, it's a
normal, natural human function

like, well, just like breathing.

It's how you react to fright.
That's what really counts.

You can get the shakes
and crawl under a bed

or you can clench your fists
and go about your business.

Well, you can clench your fists, but if
you want, I'll be happy under the bed.

Being frightened sure hasn't
hurt your sense of humor, has it?

You got two beds?

I might like to do a little crawling
under one of them myself.

Your phone is dead.

I'll tell you this much, Miss Scott.

Despite all you may have
heard about officers of the law,

we react like normal human beings.

A roaring fire, a mountain cabin,

hot coffee.

You know, if I live
long enough to retire,

it doesn't sound like a
bad later life, does it?

[CREAKING]

[CRIES OUT]

What's the matter?

Listen, don't you hear it?

It's up there.

Where?

Oh. It's on the roof.

Is there an attic or something?

No.

Is there some way to get up on the roof?

Not from inside.

Oh, please, please
don't go out there, please.

Now, lady, you may have
been a hot fashion editor,

but when it comes to greeting
intruders you're something else again.

Now, you lock this after me.
And don't open it until I tell you to.

No, you bet your life I won't.

[DOG BARKING, BAYING]

[CREAKING]

[DOG BARKING]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Who is it?

It's me.

Well?

Did you see anything?
I didn't imagine it, did I?

There was something up on the roof.

It sounded like footsteps.

Did you find anything?

There's nothing on
the roof. Nothing at all.

Not on the roof, anyway.

Maybe it's just, uh, maybe
it's just a little imagination

seeping into the both
of us. I don't know.

Maybe it's the night. Maybe
it's the loneliness up here.

If there was something on the roof,

it would have crushed this house flat.

Why?

Because the thing, or whatever it is,

moved the car back to where it was.

And I think I know how it was done.

It was carried in somebody's hand.

There are fingerprints
on the car. Big fingerprints.

And if they are fingerprints,

then we shouldn't have any
trouble finding our invader.

Because he must stand
better than 500 feet high.

[ROOSTER CROWING]

[YAWNING]

Good morning.

What time do you make it?

Uh, it's six o'clock.

Ooh.

You get much sleep?

Couple of hours, off
and on. How about you?

About the same, I guess.

I, uh, I didn't hear anything.

I didn't, either.

Well, let's greet the morning.

And whoever else happens to be in it.

[BIRDS TWITTERING]

[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]

You got any, uh, friends,
a little bent upstairs?

Somebody who'd go to
these kind of extremes?

If I did have, they'd have been
committed a long time before this.

What is it?

Take a look at this.

It's a footprint.

Yeah, that's what it is, all right.
It's a footprint. Look at the size of it.

Let's get out of here, let's run.

Where to?

To the village, down the road. Who
cares? Somewhere away from here.

Use your head, will you?

It's 30 miles to the village.

No matter what direction we turn,

there's somebody out
here as high as a mountain

who could just reach down
and crush us with his little finger.

Block our way with his big toe.

Then what can we do?

I can try and fix that car radio
and phone in for some help.

You can do whatever you like,

but I'm not staying
here. I'm getting out.

Miss Scott! Miss Scott!

[GROANING]

[SHRIEKS]

I can't believe it.

All right, Miss Scott, take off.

I'll try and keep this
nightmare occupied.

Maybe you can reach the
village and get some help.

You think they'd ever hear the end
of my story before they locked me up?

Honey, that's only one of
the risks we have to take.

Why doesn't it do something?

Now, that's a good question.

Because if it wanted to destroy us,
it could have done it a long time ago.

Us, the village down
below and the whole state.

Go on, Miss Scott, take off, will you?

No. No, as scared
as I am, I want to stay.

Yes, I… I want to stay with you.

All right. But I think I better
fill you in on something.

I've got to fight that with this.

That's like trying to bring down
a bomber with a peashooter.

But it's all we've got.

[HISSING]

[STRONG WIND BLOWING]

Oh.

Oh!

[SHOUTING]

Oh. Oh.

It's a balloon.

Fantastic.

It's unbelievable.

But that's what it is. It's a balloon.

That's it? Is this what
we've been frightened of?

A fugitive from a
Thanksgiving Day parade?

Not quite.

[SPACESHIP BEEPING]

This is what we've been frightened of.

Take a look at it, Miss Scott.

Look at the source of our nightmare.

TINY MAN'S VOICE:
Great Leader, this is Earth Explorer One.

Must report failure.
Repeat, must report failure.

Burned trees as
ordered, dug up shoe print,

sprayed fingerprint on Earth vehicle.

Moved it by magnet,
inflated giant figure.

Entire operation ended by Earth
man's failure to be frightened.

Repeat, failure to be frightened.

Request permission to depart Earth.

Repeat, request
permission to depart Earth.

Please, oh, please, great leader,
let us depart before they crush us.

[SPACESHIP TAKING OFF]

You know something? I wish them luck.

Maybe the next place they
land, they can be the giants.

What of our next visitors?

What if they are giants?

Well, I think you'd spit in
their eye. That's what I think.

NARRATOR: Fear, of
course, is extremely relative.

It depends on who can look
down and who must look up.

It depends on other vagaries like
the time, the mood, the darkness.

But it's been said
before with great validity

that the worst thing
there is to fear is fear itself.

Tonight's tale of terror and tiny people

on The Twilight Zone.

PRESENTER: And now, Mr. Serling.

Next time on The Twilight Zone,
"The Bewitchin' Pool."

Some children find imaginary playmates

when their travail
becomes to much to bear.

Others retire to bedrooms.

But the children on
next week's Twilight Zone

find escape in a much
more unusual fashion.

They disappear in a swimming pool.

This one is well worth to watching.

Mary Badham stars in Earl Hamner's
"The Bewitchin' Pool."

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