All language subtitles for The Twilight Zone (1959) - S03E22 - A Piano in the House (1080p BluRay x265 ImE)_track3_[eng]

[theme music playing]

(narrator)
You're traveling
Through another dimension--

A dimension not only of sight
And sound, but of mind,

A journey into a wondrous land

Whose boundaries
Are that of imagination.

Your next stop,
The twilight zone.

[bell tinkles]

[bell tinkles]

Hello? Is
Anyone there?

Hello!

Is anyone there?

Well, how
Do you do?

I'm fitzgerald fortune,

The theater critic.

So what?
[clicks tongue]

Isn't rudeness
Something of a handicap
In your line of work?

What's that
To you, hmm?

When | saw the name
"Treasures unlimited,"

| stepped through that
Door fully expecting

To encounter some
Sentimental old biddy

In an ostrich-plumed
Hat and a moth-eaten
Feather boa.

Instead, to
My sincere delight,

| seem to
Have discovered
A misanthrope.

What's that?

A man who
Despises people.

| got work
To do, mister.

What are
You looking for?

| am looking for
A present for my
Wife's birthday.

Wrong place,
Wrong place,
Junk shop.

Exactly.

You see, my wife has
The absurd notion

That she would
Like to learn to
Play the piano.

Unfortunately, she
Hasn't a trace
Of talent.

So, do you happen to have
One of those old pianos

That plays itself?

Got one. Don't know
If it works or not.

But it's old.

Splendid.

Would you mind
Showing it to
Me, please?

You're taking a lot
Of my time, mister.

You're taking an
Equal amount
Of mine.

[/'‘m in the mood
For love, playing]

What birthday does
This make for
Your wife?

The 26th.

So young.

You must be a man of
Great personal magnetism

To attract
A wife so young.

1 am.

Utterly romantic--

Youth and wisdom,
Hand in hand.

How I'd
Love to see

The two of
You together.

What... What a picture
You must make.

And for her birthday,
You're giving her
The gift of music.

Oh, how touching.

What is the price
Of the piano?

You are taking
Your young bride out
Somewhere tonight, hmm?

Some quiet nook

Where you can be lost
Together in the midst
Of the great world,

Looking into
Each other's eyes.

How much for
The piano?

It's worth $250,

But since it's for
A birthday present

I'll let you
Have it for $200.

| shall
Expect delivery

Before 6:00
This evening.

The address
Is right here
On my check.

Certainly... |
Shouldn't like

To have the little
Lady disappointed
On her birthday.

Has it
Occurred to you

That you're
Extraordinarily
Susceptible

To the power
Of music?

Isn't everybody?

Well, to some
Degree, yes.

[music stops]

You gonna
Stand around
All day

Taking my
Good time?

No, | was
Just going.

Oh, there's
The door.

Tell me, are
You sentimental

About anything else
Beside birthdays?

Birthdays? They're
A stupid waste of
Time and money.

Extraordinary.

Mr. Fitzgerald fortune,

Theater critic
And cynic at large,

On his way to
A birthday party.

If he knew what is
In store for him, he
Probably wouldn't go,

Because before
This evening is over

That cranky old piano
Is gonna play those
Piano-roll blues

With some effects
That could happen only

In the twilight zone.

Good evening, sir.

You've dusted
The piano, | see.

Yes, sir.

It came an hour
Ago, sir.

Oh, marvin...

Yes, sir?

If you're going to wait
At the party tonight

Do something
About your face.

My face, sir?

A party 1s
Supposed to be
A happy occasion.

Do you think
You could manage to be

A little
Less miserable
Than usual?

| will do
My best--sir.

(female voice)
1s that you, gerald?

Yes, esther.

Hello, darling.

Esther, | want you
To let marvin go.

What's he done?

It's not
Anything that
He's done.

It's just the
Way he looks.

| hate to come home
And be confronted

By that lugubrious
Expression of his--

Unspeakably depressing.
Look at him!

Looks as if he's
Going to burst into
Tears at any moment.

Surely at least we
Can have a servant who's
Cheerful to have around.

There's no need to hurt
His feelings, dear.

He has no feelings.

The man's a clod.

Well, you don't
Like the piano,
| take it.

Oh, | love the piano,
| really do.

Eh, have you
Played it?

| didn't know
How it worked,

So | thought I'd wait
Until you came home.

You see, | remembered

That you wanted
To learn to play
The piano.

This piano
Plays itself.

Yes, wasn't that
Considerate of me?

See, | didn't
Want you

To take all those
Tedious lessons

And then find out
At the end of
It all

That you really had no
Musical talent at all.

| see.

Well, darling?

No thanks for my
Birthday present?

No emotion
Of any kind?

Thank you, gerald.

Now, let's hear
What this one
Sounds like.

It has a
Happy-enough
Sounding title.

[click]

[whirring]

[ragtime tune playing]

Thank you, marvin.

Marvin, what
On earth is the
Matter with you?

(esther)
Are you feeling
All right, marvin?

I'm very well,
Thank you, madame.

But you're smiling.

Am |?

You most
Certainly are.

That's probably
Because I'm
Happy, sir.

What are you
Happy about?

Everything...

| make good money,
Got a nice place
To live,

My health, money
In the bank, |
Like my job!

But you
Couldn't possibly.

| treat you
Atrociously.

Oh, you don't bother me,
Mr. Fortune, you
Tickle me.

Sometimes it's
All | can do

To keep from
Laughing out loud

When you have one
Of your tantrums.

|geta
Great kick of it
When you go around

Flicking the furniture
To see if I've dusted,

Or checking the silver
To see if it's polished.

[laughter and music stop]

I'm sorry if | spoke
Out of place, sir.

Oh, on the
Contrary, marvin.

I'm very
Glad you did.

You may go,
Thank you.

What a strange
Thing to happen.

Yes, wasn't it?

Who would
Have thought

That beneath
That gloomy exterior

The man
Was concealing
A sunny nature?

Of course, I've
Always believed that
We have two faces--

One that we wear

And the other
That we keep hidden.

The problem has
Always been to
Find some--method

To make people reveal
Their hidden faces.

Yes, | suppose
It helps

If you know
What particular
Hidden face

You're looking for.

[7hieving magpie playing]

How do you like
This music, esther?

[gasps]

[chuckles nervously]

You--beast!

I've controlled myself

For six years...

And | can't stand
It any longer.

| was a stupid child
When | married you.

| thought you
Were a great man.

But you aren't.
You're justa
Sadistic fiend.

You take pleasure
In humiliating me

In front of
Your clever friends.

You enjoy
Hurting me.

I've stood
Your cruelty
For six years,

And | can't
Stand it anymore.

Are you feeling
Well, my dear?

| feel better
Than I've felt
For years.

It's a great relief
To tell you what |
Really think about you.

I've kept it bottled
Up for so long.

| thought
You needed me.

| thought you needed
My love, but you don't.

You just need
Someone to bully

And to torture
When you feel like it.

| tried to love you--
Heaven knows | did--

But | hate you.

| hate you!

[music stops]

[clapping]

Congratulations, my dear.

A magnificent performance.

If you'd been
On stage, esther,

| should have given you
Superlative reviews.

| don't know
What possessed me.

Well, | do!

| seem to have
Bought you

A more interesting
Birthday present
Than I'd thought.

| wonder what
Other people
Are hiding.

Gerald, promise me
That you won't play

The piano again
At the party tonight.

| promise no
Such thing.

| wasn't looking forward
To this party very much.

But now | think
We're going to have

A most
Amusing evening.

Good evening, marvin.

Good evening, sir.

Gerry?

Greg! Good
To see you.

Scotch?

Of course.

You're unusually
Cordial tonight.

That is your
Smile you're
Wearing, isn't it?

| took it out
Of cold storage.

Well, not I. | don't
Plan to smile
All evening.

I'm glad to see you share
My distaste for birthdays.

(greg)
Well, birthdays,
Anniversaries

And certain
Holidays | overlook
Whenever possible.

They seem to imply
A certain sticky
Human involvement

Which I'd much
Rather avoid.

Is that true? I'd
Always gathered
You were

Something of
A ladies' man,
Rather thickly involved.

You've been
Misinformed,

I'm much
Too selfish
To fall in love.

And you're
Miserable.

Not in the least.

| value the peace and
Quiet of my orderly
Bachelor existence.

Lets me write my plays
Without interference
From anyone.

Oh, yes, how
Is the new play?

Brilliant.

By the way, where is
The birthday girl?

Oh, she's still at
Her makeup table.

Her emotions
Were showing,

And she's covering
Up alittle.

Tell me, what do you
Think of this amusing
Little toy

| found for her?

| haven't seen one
Of those in years.

Doesn't play,
Does it?

It does, indeed.

Plays remarkably well.
Let me show you.

| have a piece
Especially for you.

[click and whirring]

[dance tune playing]

Romantic, wouldn't
You say?

Is esther
Pleased with it?

Well, she hasn't shown
Any great enthusiasm.

That doesn't
Sound like esther.

Usually she's so grateful
For any small show
Of affection.

| think that's
One of her most
Lovable qualities--

The ability to accept
A bouquet of daisies

As though they were
The rarest of orchids.

| remember | once
Gave her a small ring,
A turquoise ring.

She accepted it as if
It were the hope diamond.

Oh, | remember when
She brought that ring
Back from mexico city.

But | seem to recall
That she went
There alone.

Yes, yes, she did.

We ran into each
Other down there.

She never mentioned it.

Wasn't that rather
An odd coincidence?

Gerry, has it ever
Occurred to you

That I'm very deeply
In love with
Your wife?

My dear greg, | always
Believed that you were

About as capable
Of passion asa
Head of lettuce.

And esther's emotional
Power was that of a
Newborn kitten.

Now don't speak
Of her that way.

I'll speak of her
Any way | please.

She's my wife.

You don't know
Esther at all.

Esther is
Full of love.

Her skin is warm
And soft like velvet.

The scent of her
Hair is enough to
Drive a man wild.

And, her hands are gentle,
Sweet to kiss and to hold.

Esther is music...

Gerald, no!

... Honey, esther is...

[music stops]

Oh, I'm sorry you
Did that, my dear.

| don't know
When I've been so
Highly entertained.

Esther, I'm sorry.

| can't explain
What happened.

It's probably
Just as well.

| never enjoyed
Deceiving you, gerald.

My dear,
You're incapable
Of deceiving me.

I've known for years
Of your capacity

For doing any number
Of sordid little things.

The only revelation
That's been made to me

Has been the specific
Details of your squalid
Little affair.

[doorbell rings]

Oh, our guests
Are arriving.

Before |
Welcome them,

May | wish you a
Happy birthday,
My dear,

And hope that
The next 26 years

Will be
Equally rewarding.

Please don't
Use the piano
Again tonight.

It's not something
That you fool with.

I'm not fooling
With it, my dear.

I'm using it with
Deadly accuracy.

Hi, marvin!

Good evening,
Miss moore.

Marge, my dear,
Do come in.

Well, don't just stand
There, devouring me
With your eyes.

Kiss me,
You fool.

Marge, I'm really
Vexed with you.

You promised me the
Next time | saw you

You'd be as svelte
As an antelope.

I've been on more diets
Than arcaro has horses.

But somehow,
| always manage

To get thrown
Before the
Finish line.

Happy birthday, esther.

Thank you, marge.

I'm not
Even speaking
To you, handsome.

Do you realize it's
Been months since
You've called me?

Somebody else been
Taking my place?

As a matter
Of fact, yes.

We've just
Been having an
Illuminating discussion

About greg's
New romance.

Don't tell
Me her name,

Or | just might
Scratch her eyes out.

Or worse yet, |
Might just sit on her
And mash her to death.

[cackles]

Well, isn't somebody
Going to offer
Me a drink?

[doorbell rings]

You'll have
To talk
To marvin.

| believe another
Stagecoach has arrived.

Darling, you
Look ravishing.
How are you.

Mwa.

Ross, good
To see you.

Hello, mary.

Happy birthday.

Oh, this looks marvelous.
Oh, this looks marvelous!

Why don't you have one?

Not with
My diet.

Diet? What's that?

(gerald)
All right, everyone,

May l have your
Attention, please?

Now, um, would
You just find seats.

Anywhere, uh,
On the floor
Will be fine.

Not me, I'd never
Be able to get up.

(gerald)
The time has come
For fun and games.

Now, being mostly
Friends of esther's

You're inclined to
Such intellectual pursuits

As, uh,
Spin the bottle
Or pin the tail

On the donkey.
However, tonight

| thought rather
Than cater to your
Juvenile mentalities,

We might perhaps have
A rather more adult game.

When are we going
To cut the cake?
I'm hungry!

Compulsive eaters will
Find hors d'oeuvres
Within arm's reach.

Now, for this
Game, we shall
Need a volunteer.

Well, in the absence
Of a volunteer

| shall have to
Conscript someone.

Um... Marge moore.

Me?

Okay, svengali,
Uh, what's
The caper?

All | want
You to do

Is to listen
To some music,
My dear.

Oh, well,
| can do that!

[clair de lune plays]

Talk to me, marge.

Tell me what
You're feeling.

My name isn't marge.

What is
Your name?

My name is tina.

Who are
You, tina?

I'm a little girl.

What do you
Like to do?

Oh, | love to dance.

All right, tina,
Dance for us.

[raucous laughter]

Shh! Shh!

All right, you
May stop dancing
Now, tina.

Tell me, are
You always tina?

Not always.

What else are
You, marge?

Sometimes, | pretend
That I'm a snowflake;

White and tiny
And perfectly formed.

| float
On the air

Of a pale blue
Moonlit night.

I'm never lonely...

Beautiful and slender.

Oh, and I'm loved.

| see a man with
His hand stretched out.

| drift down
And reach that hand.

I'm enclosed by his warmth
And | melt with his love.

[gerald laughs]

[music stops]

It was all in
Fun, my dear.

| chose you especially,
| thought you'd enjoy
A joke.

(esther)
Gerald! Don't
You think

We've had enough
Of that piano
For tonight?

Oh, not quite.

Sit down, sit
Down, everybody.

I'm going to call
Forth the devil.

| hardly
Think we shall
Get a volunteer,

But that
Doesn't matter.

Esther, put
This on the piano.

Now, cheer
Up, darling.

It's only a game.

[ice cubes clinking]

[drink pouring]

Now, this is going
To be faust.

So if there really
Is a devil among us

We shall know it
Soon enough.

[brahms' lu//aby playing]

[rustling]

Say something, devil.

I'm afraid.

What are you
Afraid of, devil?

I'm afraid
Of the dark.

Oh, why, you're
Not a devil.

You're just
A poor, frightened kid.

That's a secret.

Tell us your
Secret, gerry.

I'm afraid of
You all.

I'm afraid
Of people.

There's a small,
Frightened boy,

And I've kept him
Hidden away
Inside me.

And he only likes
To hurt people,

And |
Can't stop him
From doing it.

Did you know
That | envied
You, marge?

| can't embrace
The world as you do.

And in my
Envy, / released

That frightened
Child inside me and
| let him hurt you.

| tried to hurt
You, too, greg.

| gave bad reviews
To your plays

When | should
Have given praise.

| coveted your talent
Because 1 have none.

And | hurt you in
Every childish way
| could.

1, uh, | think
We'd better go.

Esther...

[door opens]

I've hurt
You most of all.

You came to
Me with love,

But you
Frightened me.

| don't know how
To return love

Except as
A child does--

With shrieks
And blows and
Indifference.

Good night, esther.

Uh...

(greg)
Esther...

Will you
Come with me?

(gerald, shrieks)
Where are you
All going?!

| don't want
You to leave!

Come back!!!

If you leave me,
I'm going to be
Very naughty!

[brahms' lu//aby continues]

[music stops]

[grunting]

Don't laugh at me.

I'm not laughing,
Mr. Fortune.

You're not
Funny anymore.

(narrator)
Mr. Fitzgerald fortune,

A man who went searching
For concealed persons

And found himself
/n the twilight zone.

(male presenter)
Rod serling, creator
Of the twilight zone,

Will tell you
About next week's story

After this message.

And now, mr. Serling.

A symbol ofa
Sad but rather
Commonplace event.

An impressive funeral,

The deceased
Laid out in a most
Acceptable manner,

But in this case, at
The last moment deciding

That in matters concerning
The trip to the great beyond,

Perhaps this trip
Wasn't necessary.

You'll see it next week
On the twilight zone

When we present
Montgomery pittman's

The last rites
Of jeff myrtlebank.

Very often when you
Write for a living,
You run across blocks--

Moments when you can't think
Of the right thing to say.

Now happily, there
Are no blocks to
Get in the way

Of the full pleasure
Of chesterfield.

Great tobaccos make it
A wonderful smoke.

Try 'em; they satisfy.

(james)
This 1s james arness.

You know, it's
Only a short hop

From the twilight zone
To dodge city and gunsmoke,

Saturday nights over
Most of these stations.