All language subtitles for The Twilight Zone S01 E03 Mr. Denton On Doomsday

There is a fifth dimension
beyond that which is known to man.

It is a dimension as vast as space
and as timeless as infinity.

It is the middle ground
between light and shadow,

between science
and superstition,

and it lies between
the pit of man's fears

and the summit
of his knowledge.

This is the dimension
of imagination.

It is an area which we call
The Twilight Zone.

Let's see you
pay for your drink

in your own
inimitable fashion, huh?

A song, Denton.

How about it?

How dry I...
Come on now. Come on.

Come on, Denton.

Get up.

Come on, Denton.

How dry I am

How dry I am

Charlie, can't you break that up?
Nobody knows

I don't like it any
more than you do.

The misery they give
that guy out there.

How dry I am

Nobody cares

How dry I am

Come on, let's go in
and have some music, men.

Portrait of a town drunk
named Al Denton.

This is a man who's begun
his dying early.

A long, agonizing route
through a maze of bottles.

Al Denton,

who would probably give an arm
or a leg or a part of his soul

to have another chance.

To be able to rise up and
shake the dirt from his body

and the bad dreams
that infest his consciousness.

In the parlance of the times,

this is a peddler.

A rather fanciful-looking
little man

in a black frock coat.

And this is the third principal
character of our story.

Its function,

perhaps to give Mr. Al Denton

his second chance.

How are you doing, Al?

How are you doing,
Miss Smith?

You packing a gun now?

Well, this isn't mine.

I found it right over there.

Somebody must it dropped.

You were pretty good with
a gun in your day, weren't you?

That was a long time ago,
Miss smith.

Well, you know something?

This is the first time
I've held a gun since...

I can't remember
how long it's been.

Too much of that, isn't it?

Yep.

Why, Al?

Why do you have to
drink so much?

I really don't know.

I just got the habit
one day and kept to it.

Wait a minute, boys.

Here we go again, fellas.

Let's hear our
little songbird.

Hey, Denton!

Three choruses of
"How dry I am."

Let's hear it!

Al, don't do it.

He'll give me a drink,
Miss smith.

The devil with him.
I can give you one too

and you won't have
to do that for it.

How dry I am

How dry I am

Nobody knows

How dry I...

All right. come on, rummy.
go on and get your drink.

You've been a good boy.

Wait a minute, Denton.

Hey, gunner! Hey,

where did you
get the artillery?

I... found it

I found it right over
there in the street.

Is that a fact?

Bet it's a long time since
you used one of those, rummy?

Yeah, a long time.

Maybe you could use it now.

Yeah. Maybe you could even outdraw me.

No, I wouldn't know
how to use it anymore.

Let's see you try. Come on.
You and me will draw.

All right, cut it out.
It's not funny anymore.

Get away, Liz. We're
having a showdown here.

Come on, gunner.

Oh, Dan, stop it!

- Dan, Liz is right.
- Go on back to the bar, Charlie.

Can't you see we got
private business here?

Listen, Dan.

Come on.

Come on out here.

Come on, rummy.

Come on!

I'm going to give you
a break, rummy.

I'm going to do it
left-handed.

Miss smith, tell him.

Please tell him, please.

Miss smith.
Explain to him...

Miss smith.

Please tell him it was an accident.
I don't want any trouble.

- Mr. Hotaling.
- More like shooting, Al.

Come in and get a drink.
It's on the house.

Did you get your eye back, Al?
You been practicing or something?

I ain't seen shooting like that.
Since I don't know when.

Against Hotaling too.

It isn't even mine.

Drinks on the house!

Hey, rummy!

Face me, Denton!

It was an accident, Mr. Hotaling.

I'm gonna get this
right in your stomach.

Dan, give him a break.

I didn't mean to...

I didn't even mean to...

I didn't even mean to...

Mr. Denton, maybe you'd let us buy you a drink.

What did you call me?

Uh, I didn't mean
no offense.

I just asked you
what you called me.

Nothing. Nothing, Mr. Denton.
I didn't call you anything.

That's what you
called me. Mr. Denton.

He called me
mister, Charlie.

Here you are, Al.

No, thanks.

I've had enough.

I think I'll go out and get a shave.

And don't call me rummy anymore!

Al!

I think everything's gonna be
all right now. Understand?

Charlie says you're as good with
a gun now as you ever were.

That's what Charlie
says, huh?

I was good.

I was real good.

I was so good
that once a day

someone would ride into
town to make me prove it.

And every morning

I'd start my drinking
a few minutes earlier

until one morning

the guy who asked me to prove
it turned out to be 16 years old.

I left him there on his face

right there
in front of the saloon.

I left him there, bleeding to
death with my bullet in him.

I guess it'll start
all over again now.

Every fast and fancy man
who owns a gun

will come riding in
down that street.

Only this time,
it'll be me face down

bleeding to death.

I think I'll go in
and get a shave.

I want to look proper
on the day I die.

The Twilight Zone
S01E03 Mr. Denton On Doomsday

A tall man.

Doesn't usually
wear his gun.

Blond hair.

Who does that describe?

It describes a man
named Al Denton.

He supposed to
be top gun here.

Would that be you?

That would be me.

I got a message
for you, Denton,

coming from Pete Grant.

Well, let's hear the message.

He'll be in town
tomorrow night at 10:00.

He'll meet you
over in the saloon.

You tell him,

you tell him
there's no call.

Tell Mr. Grant I'll be there tomorrow night.

I'll wait for his pleasure.

It's just what it'll be.

It didn't take any time at all.

Just time enough
for one shave.

Evening, Mr. Denton.

I can't use anything.

How's that?

I can't use anything.

You're a peddler, aren't you?

Oh, yes.
Dealer in everything.

Utensils, herbs, medicine,

liniments and tonics.

Farm implements,

clothing,

and potions.

Oh, yes. Potions.

Kind of a sideline,
you might say.

Fate's the name.
Henry J. Fate.

And you're Al Denton.
And you're running away.

You shouldn't,
you know.

You shouldn't run away.

I shouldn't.

Yeah. I guess you're right.

I shouldn't run away.

I should stay here
and get shot to death.

I guess that's what I should do.

Curse this thing.

Curse the moment I found it.

No, no, no.

Don't curse it,
Mr. Denton. Use it.

Here.

This is one of my potions.

You might call it that,
or an elixir.

Either way, it'll help solve
your problem, Mr. Denton.

I call that my
fast gun developer.

Man who drinks that becomes
the fastest of the fast.

You'll be able to shoot a hole
through a sliver dollar in mid-air

at a hundred feet or better
without even aiming.

It's guaranteed to
last for 10 seconds.

10 seconds?

And after that?

Well, after that,
the user's on his own.

Here. Try it.

Well, test the merchandise,
so to speak. go ahead.

Proof of the pudding.

Go ahead. Drink it.

There's your target,
Mr. Denton.

Go ahead.
Draw on it.

Draw on it!

6, 7, 8, 9, 10.

There you go, Mr. Denton.

Now that gun probably
wouldn't be anymore use to you

than a bottle
would be to a bull.

Drink this. A few seconds
after 10:00 in the night.

Just at the moment
Mr. Grant walks into the saloon.

How much do I owe you?

Oh, there's no charge for this.

You might call this...

just a service.
That's what it is.

Just a service
of Henry J. Fate.

Just so you might
remember sometime

the night fate stepped in.

You want a drink, Al?

How about you, doc?

That would be Grant.

You Denton?

That's right.

I hear you're
supposed to be fast.

You got a good
chance to find out.

I aim to.

Step away from the bar,
please, Mr. Denton.

And draw.

This is a push, boys.
No winner.

Yeah, you won't be shooting
anymore with that hand, Al.

Not anymore.

Couple of fingers
are going to be stiff, too.

But that don't make
any difference.

The way you stood up there,

that will be something to
tell your grandchildren about.

And the way it looks now,
you'll live to have some.

Just like me.

You'll never be able to
fire a gun again in anger.

You're blessed, son.

We've both been blessed.

He's lucky.

He learned it early.

Did you get him, Pete?

No more than he got me.

Mr. Henry Fate,

dealer in utensils and pots and
pans, liniments and potions.

A fanciful little man
in a black frock coat

who can help a man
climbing out of a pit

or another man
from falling into one.

Because, you see,
fate can work that way

in The Twilight Zone.

Rod Serling,
the creator of Twilight Zone

will tell you about
next week's story

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provide a background
on next week's story

when a most
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takes a journey into
The Twilight Zone.

Miss Ida Lupino stars in
The 16 Millimeter Shrine,

a haunting story of
a haunted woman

that I think you'll find
interesting and perhaps shocking.

We hope you'll join us then.
Thank you and good night.

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