All language subtitles for The Twilight Zone - S01E22 - The Monsters Are Due on Maple Street.eng

[EERIE MUSIC]

NARRATOR: 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.

Maple Street, USA late summer.

A tree-lined little world of
front-porch gliders, barbecues,

the laughter of children, and
the bell of an ice-cream vendor.

At the sound of the roar
and the flash of light,

it will be precisely
6:43 p.m. on Maple Street.

[STRANGE WHIRRING]

What was that, a meteor?

Yeah, that's what it looked like.

I didn't hear any crash though, did you?

No, I didn't hear anything except a roar.

Steve, what was that?

I guess it was a meteor, honey.
It came awful close, didn't it?

Too close for my money. Much too close.

NARRATOR: This is Maple Street
on a late Saturday afternoon.

Maple Street in the last
calm and reflective moment

before the monsters came.

Operator. Operator!

Operator!

Steve, the power's off.
I had the soup on the stove

and the stove just stopped working.

Is your phone all right?
I can't get anybody on mine.

MAN: Our electricity isn't good.
Is the power off?

WOMAN: Our radio's gone dead.

I'll cut across the backyard.

See if the power is
still on on Floral Street.

Doesn't make sense.

Why should the power go off
all of a sudden and the phone line?

Maybe some kind of an
electrical storm or something.

Now, that don't seem likely.

The sky's as blue as anything. Not
a cloud, no lightning, no thunder.

How could it be a storm?

Can't get a thing on the radio.
Not even on the portable.

Why don't we go downtown
and check with the police?

They'll probably think
we're crazy or something.

A little power failure and everybody
gets flustered and everything.

It isn't just a power failure, Charlie.

If it were, we'd still be able to
get a broadcast on the portable.

I'll take a run downtown. Maybe
I can get it straightened out.

[ENGINE WON'T TURN OVER]

I don't understand it.
It was working fine before.

Are you out of gas?

I just filled it up.

Well, what does it mean?

It's as if everything stopped.

Maybe we'd better walk downtown.

Well, let's both go, Charlie.

Yeah.

Mr. Brand, you better not.

Why not?

They don't want you to.

Who doesn't want us to?

Them.

Them?

Who are them?

Whoever was in that thing
that came by overhead.

Whoever was in the thing that came over.
I don't think they want us to leave here.

What do you mean, Tommy?
What are you talking about?

They don't want us to leave.
That's why they shut everything off.

What makes you say that?
Where did you get that idea?

Isn't that the craziest
thing you've heard?

It's always that way in
every story I've ever read

about a ship landing from outer space.

From outer space, yet? Sal, you
better take him upstairs, put him to bed.

He's been reading too many comic
books or seeing too many movies.

Tommy, you stop that kind
of talk. Come on, let's go.

Go ahead, Tommy. We'll be
right back and then you'll see.

It wasn't a ship. It was
a meteor or something.

Likely as not, that's the cause of
the power failure and all the rest of it.

Meteors can do crazy
things like, like sun spots.

Sure that's the kind
of thing, like sun spots.

They raise Cain with radio
reception all over the world.

This thing being so close, there's
no telling the sort of stuff it can do.

You go ahead, Steve. You
and Charlie go into town,

see if that isn't what's causing it all.

Mr. Brand?

Mr. Brand, please don't leave here.

You might not even
be able to get to town.

It was that way in the
story. Nobody could leave.

Nobody except...

Except who?

Except the people they'd
sent down ahead of them.

They looked just like humans. And
it wasn't until the ship landed that...

Tommy, please, son.
Honey, don't talk like that.

It's the craziest thing I've ever heard
of. The kid tells a comic book plot

and we stand here listening.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Go ahead, Tommy. What
kind of a story was it?

What about the people they sent ahead?

That was the way they
prepared things for the landing.

They sent four people.
A mother and a father and two kids

who looked just like humans,
but they weren't.

Well, I guess what we need to do
is run a check of the neighborhood

and find out which ones
of us are really human.

There's no use standing
around making bum jokes about it.

Wonder if Floral Street's got
the same kind of deal we have.

Where's Pete Van Horn?
Has he come back, yet?

[CAR TRYING TO START]

WOMAN: Does your car start, Les?

No dice.

[TRIES AGAIN]

Well, I don't know what's wrong.

Nothing seems to be working.

Can't even get the car started.

[CAR ENGINE STARTS]

Car started somehow.

He got his car started.

How come his car just
up and started like that?

All by itself.

He wasn't anywhere near it.
It just started by itself.

He never did come out to look
at that thing that flew overhead.

He wasn't even interested.

He always was an oddball.

Him and his whole family. Real oddball.

Now, why didn't he come out
with the rest of us to look?

What do you say we go ask him?

BRAND: Wait a minute.

Wait a minute!

Now, let's not be a mob.

I just don't understand it.

I tried to start it. It wouldn't start.

You saw me. All of you saw me.

[ENGINE CUTS OUT]

I don't understand.

I swear I just don't understand.
What's happening?

Well, maybe you better tell us.
There's nothing working on this street.

Nothing. No lights, no power, no radio.

Nothing except one car. Yours.

How do you figure it started, Les?

How do you explain that?

Wait a minute, now. Just
keep your distance. All of you.

Okay, so I've got a car
that starts by itself.

Well, it's a freak thing, I admit it.

What's it make me,
a criminal or something?

I don't know why it starts, it just does.

What's this all about, Steve?

We're on a monster kick, Les.

Seems the general impression now
holds that maybe there's a family

that isn't what we think they are.

Monsters from outer space
or something different than us.

Fifth columnists from the vast beyond.

Now, do you know anybody that might fit that
description around here on Maple Street?

This is a gag or something?

What is this? A practical
joke or something?

[CAR ENGINE STARTS]

That's supposed to incriminate me, huh?

The car starts and stops
and that really does it, huh?

Really does it?

Well, I don't understand it
any more than any of you do.

Look, you all know me. We've lived
here for five years, right in this house.

We aren't any different
from you. Any different at all.

The whole thing is just...

Really, the whole thing is just weird.

Well, if that's the case,
Les Goodman, then explain why you...

Explain what?

Let's just forget it.

Wait a minute. Let her talk.
Go ahead, explain what?

Well, sometimes I stay up late at night

and a couple of times...

Well, a couple of times
I've come out on my porch

and I've seen Les Goodman here

in the wee hours of the morning

standing in his yard
just looking up at the sky.

That's right. Just, just
looking up at the sky

as though he were waiting for something.

As though he were looking for something.

You know, really this is for laughs.

You know what I'm guilty of?

I'm guilty of insomnia.

Now, what's the penalty for that?

Well, you heard what I said.
I said it was insomnia.

I said it was insomnia!

You scared, frightened rabbits, you.

You're sick people, do you know that?

You're sick people, all of you.

And you don't even know what you're
starting here because let me tell you,

let me tell you, you're
starting something here that...

That's what you should be frightened of.

As God is my witness, you're
letting something begin here that's...

That's a nightmare.

It just doesn't seem right
keeping a watch on them.

They're our neighbors.

We've known the Goodmans ever since
they came here. We've been good friends.

Look, that don't prove a thing.

Any guy who'd spend his time looking
up at the sky early in the morning,

there's something wrong
with that kind of a person.

Something that ain't legitimate.

Under normal circumstances let it go
by, but these aren't normal circumstances.

Look at that street.

Nothing but candles.

It's like going back into
the dark ages or something.

Stay right where you are,
Steve. We don't want any trouble.

But this time, anyone who sets foot on my
porch, that's what he's gonna get. Trouble.

Look, Les, I’m...

I've already explained to you people.

I don't sleep very well
at night sometimes,

so I get up, I go out, I take
a walk, I look up at the sky,

I look at the stars.

That's exactly what he does.

This whole thing is some kind of madness.

That's exactly what it is, Mrs. Goodman.
Some kind of madness.

CHARLIE: You best watch
who you're seen with, Steve,

till we get this all straightened
out. You ain't above suspicion yourself.

Or you, Charlie. Or any of us
it seems from age eight on up.

What I wanna know is
what are we gonna do.

Just stay around here all night?

There's nothing else we can do.

One of them'll tip
their hand. They got to.

There's something you can do, Charlie. You
can go inside and keep your mouth shut.

You can quit sitting there like
a self-appointed hanging judge

and just climb into bed and forget it.

You sound pretty anxious
to have that happen, Steve.

I guess we oughta
keep an eye on you, too.

Yeah, I think maybe everything
might as well come out now.

Your wife's been doing
a little talking, Steve,

about some of the odd
things you've been doing.

Yeah?

Well, go ahead, Don.
Tell us what she said.

Go ahead. What's my wife said?
Let's get it all out.

Let's pick out every idiosyncrasy

of every man, woman and
child on this whole street.

And then we might as well set
up some kind of a kangaroo court.

Now, how about a firing squad at dawn,
Charlie, to get rid of all the suspects?

Narrow them down for you.
Make it easier. Huh? Right, Don?

Well, there's no need getting
so upset, Steve. It's just that...

Myra's talked about how
there's been plenty of nights

you spent hours down in your basement

working on some kind
of radio or something.

Well, none of us have
ever seen that radio.

Go ahead, Steve.

What kind of radio set you working on?

I never seen it. Neither has anyone else.

Who talks to you on that radio
set, and who do you talk to?

Well, I'm surprised at you, Charlie.

How come you're so dense all of a sudden?

Who do I talk to? I talk to
monsters from outer space.

I talk to three-headed green men who
fly over here in what look like meteors.

Please, Steve, please.

It's just a-a ham radio set, that's all.

I bought the book for him myself.

It's just a ham radio set.

A lot of people have them. I'll show
it to you. It's down in the basement.

No. No, we won't show them anything.

If they wanna look inside our
house, let them get a search warrant.

Look, buddy, you can't afford to...

Charlie, don't you tell
me what I can afford.

And stop telling me who's
dangerous and who isn't,

and who's safe and who's a menace.

And you with him, too, all of you.

You're all standing out here
all set to crucify somebody.

You're all set to find a scapegoat.

You're all desperate to point
some kind of a finger at a neighbor.

Well, believe me, friends, the
only thing that's gonna happen

is that we're gonna
eat each other up alive.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

It's the monster. It's the monster.

Here, we may need this.

What, a shotgun? Will somebody think?
What good is a shotgun?

No more talk, Steve.
You're gonna talk us right into a grave.

You'd let whatever's out there
walk right over us with you.

Well, some of us won't.

[GUNSHOT]

[DOG BARKING]

It's Pete Van Horn.

Pete Van Horn.

Well, he was just going over to the
next block to see if the power was on.

Charlie, you killed him.

He's dead.

I didn't know who he was.

I most certainly didn't know who he was.

Well, he came out of the darkness.

How was I supposed to know who he was?

Steve? You know why I shot him.

How was I supposed to know he
wasn't a monster or something?

I was only trying to protect my home.

I didn't know it was somebody we knew.

I didn't know.

Look! Charlie?

Charlie, the lights just
went on in your house.

Why did the lights go on in your house?

What about it, Charlie? How come
you're the only one with lights now?

That's what I'd like to know.
You were so quick to kill, Charlie.

And so quick to tell us
who we had to look out for.

Maybe you had to kill. Maybe Pete
was trying to tell us something.

Maybe Pete learned something
and came back to tell us

who it was amongst us
we had to look out for.

No, no, it's nothing of the sort.

I didn't know the lights
were on. I swear I didn't.

Somebody's pulling a gag or something.

A gag? A gag? Charlie, there's
a man lying dead in the street

and you killed him.
Does that look like a gag to you?

Look. Look, I swear it isn't me!

I swear it isn't! I know who it is!

I know who the monster is!

I know who it is that
doesn't belong among us!

I swear I know who it is!

All right, Charlie, let's hear it.

What are you waiting for?

Come on, Charlie, come on.

Who is it, Charlie? Tell us!

It's the kid! It's Tommy! He's the one!

Well, that's not true.

It isn't so.

He's a little boy.

It was this kid who knew
what was going to happen.

He was the one who knew.

How did he know? How could he have known?

MAN: Maybe Tommy's an alien.

What's the matter with
you people? Now stop!

WOMAN: How did you know?

[ALL YELLING AT ONCE]

MAN: Don't let him get to the house.

WOMAN: You're right, it's him.

It isn't the kid.
It's Bob Weaver's house.

It isn't Bob Weaver's place.
It's Don's house.

It's the Williams' house.

It's the kid, I tell you.

It's Charlie, he's the one.

Stop!

[SCREAMING]

It's Steve!

Stop it!

Fools!

[GUNSHOTS]

[SCREAMING]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GLASS BREAKING]

MAN: Understand the procedure now?

Just stop a few of their machines

and radios and telephones and lawnmowers.

Throw them into darkness for a few hours

and then sit back and watch the pattern.

And this pattern is always the same?

With few variations.

They pick the most
dangerous enemy they can find,

and it's themselves.

All we need do is sit back and watch.

Then I take it this place, this
Maple Street is not unique.

By no means. Their world
is full of Maple Streets

and we'll go from one to the other
and let them destroy themselves.

One to the other. One to the other.

One to the other.

NARRATOR: The tools of conquest
do not necessarily come

with bombs and explosions and fallout.

There are weapons that are simply
thoughts, attitudes, prejudices,

to be found only in the minds of men.

For the record, prejudices can kill

and suspicion can destroy.

And a thoughtless, frightened
search for a scapegoat

has a fallout all of its own

for the children and
the children yet unborn.

And the pity of it is that
these things cannot be confined

to the Twilight Zone.

PRESENTER: Rod Serling,
the creator of Twilight Zone

will tell you about next week's story
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Next week Mr. Richard Matheson
lends us his fine writing talents

when we bring you a unique and
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who finds himself on that thin line
between what is real and what is a dream.

Mr. Howard Duff stars
in world of difference,

which I think you'll discover is a
television play of difference, too.

That's next week. A journey
into the Twilight Zone.

Thank you and good night.

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