All language subtitles for 112-No Time Like the Past-eng

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.

Harvey?

What's the monitor
picture now?

Still distorted.

And we've got
six or seven minutes left.

What guarantee do you have

that you'll reach the point
that you want to?

No guarantee at all.

But if i fail, you simply
mark off one man

one insignificant human

one frail, protesting member
of the race.

If i do fail

if i end up in hell or limbo,
or the cemetery

the responsibility
is exclusively mine.

You can rest easy
on this fact.

Feeling pretty secure, paul?

You sound funereal, harvey.

Then i sound the way i feel.

I'm helping you because you
asked me to as a friend, paul.

I can give you
efficiency and
dedication, but...

enthusiasm i can't dredge up
even in the minutest degree.

No sense of adventure,
no wonder at the unknown?

There's some wonder,
some inquisitiveness

as to how a human being can
place himself in such jeopardy

not only with willingness,
but with anticipation.

Jeopardy?

The jeopardy i face
comes in shadow.

Yours happens
to be much more real.

But of the two, there's
not much choice.

Did you drink milk
this morning?

What was
the strontium 90 content?

Has it occurred to you
that the things you've
been eating

might be turning
your bones into sawdust?

Oh, harvey, speak to me
of jeopardy if you will

but don't make it sound as if

i have an exclusive franchise
on the calculated risk.

You and i share
this dubious distinction

with several million peers
who inhabit the 20th century.

And you don't care
for the 20th century.

I do not.

I will tell you succinctly

how i classify the times.

We live in a cesspool,
a septic tank

a gigantic sewage complex in
which runs the dregs, the filth

the misery-laden slop
of the race of men-

his hatred, prejudices,
passions, and violence.

And the keeper
man.

He is a scientifically advanced
monkey

who walks upright,
with eyes wide open

into an abyss
of his own making.

His bombs, fallout,
poisons, radioactivity-

everything he designs
as an art for dying

is his excuse for living.

No, we live in an exquisite
bedlam... an insanity.

Maybe all the more grotesque

by the fact that we don't
recognize it as insanity.

Did it ever occur to you

that some these
scientifically advanced monkeys

make bombs as a simple expedient
for survival?

That across this planet
there are other

scientifically advanced monkeys
who would pulverize us into dust

if they thought they could do so
with impunity?

I don't need
a lesson in current events.

I'm pretty well
up on the times.

The freedom-loving
monkeys make bombs

while the aggressors
make bombs.

But ultimately,
somebody pushes a button

and just as ultimately,
this earth disappears.

And all of this, i suppose,
is right

and practical and expedient.

A few germs will rise up
out of the rubble

and wave microscopic
flags of victory

and shed a few microscopic tears
for the race of men.

Harvey, are you content
with this kind of status quo?

Are you satisfied withthiskind
of 20th century?

You're in focus now, paul.

Press the button.

Press the button, my friend,
send me back into time.

Exit one paul driscoll,

a creature of the 20th century.

He puts to a test
a complicated theorem

of space-time continuum.

But he goes
a step further, or tries to.

Shortly, he will seek out
three moments of the past

in a desperate attempt
to alter the present-

one of the odd
and fanciful functions

in a shadowland known as...
the twilight zone.

I regret
that i kept you waiting.

I'm told that you speak
english rather well.

Indeed.

I venture to say i speak it
perhaps a bit better

than you speak japanese.

I don't speak
any japanese.

But the english i have
to throw at you

may be the most important
you've heard in your life.

Sit down, mr., um...
driscoll, is it?

A rather efficient
police.

Much more intent on
putting me in jail

than in listening
to me.

You happen to be an enemy alien,
which is the reason why...

the reason why i was kept
in a cell over six hours.

It also may be the reason
you'll regret this arrest.

Go on.

What i was trying to tell
them, and you now

is that within an hour
this city is going
to be destroyed

and upward of 60,000
to 70,000 human beings
will be killed.

You don't get it,
do you?

You're going to be bombed
out of existence!

There are some things
you could do about it.

Start an evacuation
of women and children.

You can save a few
thousand human lives.

I can?

By whose say-so,
mr. Driscoll?

Whodoyou
represent?

I don't represent anyone.

Let's say i represent
the voice of history.

The voice of history.

That's quaint, mr. Driscoll.

That's extremely
quaint.

A new kind of bomb is going
to be dropped here.

You're going to live
through a nightmare

beyond any kind of imagination.

A single aircraft, mr. Driscoll?

One lone b-29.

I rather think
we can survive that.

I must take you to some higher
authorities, mr. Driscoll

who will interrogate you
at army headquarters.

If you'll be good
enough to follow.

Listen...

this is not just a request.

It's in the nature of a prayer.

I will make an assumption
you have some illness.

I won't put you up against
the wall and shoot you.

I'll give you a chance
to speak to other authorities.

If you get back
to your country

the face of the enemy

is not devoid
of some compassion.

You might remember
this conversation.

And if you're still alive...

remember that the same thing
could be said of your enemy.

He tried to save the people
of hiroshima.

Sieg heil!

Sieg heil!

Yes?

I am here to prepare
your room, mein herr.

That won't be necessary.

But i have clean towels,
sir, and soap.

Well, just a moment.

Guten tag.
Hello.

Ach, you have
the loveliest room

in the hotel, mein herr.

Yes.

Yes, it's
a lovely view.

Oh, it's more than a view,
much more than a view.

In just a moment you'll
see history unfolding.

Do you know that this
whole side of the hotel

on every floor, has been
rented, completely?

Just because of ourfuhrer,
just so they can see him.

Ha, down in the street
it's a madhouse

and this is the only
place to watch from.

Yes, that's what
they told me.

You're not german,
mein herr?

No, i'm not.

Then what
are you instead?

I'm an american.

Oh, excuse me.

An american?

What do they think of ourfuhrer
in america,

and the new germany?

We're quite neutral.

Neutral? You say neutral
but you mean something else.

Der fuhrer!

Do you hear that?

That is our new germany.

That is something
you'll never understand.

That, madam,
is the old germany

and that is something
you'llnever understand.

Herr driscoll?

Open up, please,
immediately!

Immediately, now,
herr driscoll!

Will you open up this
door, immediately?

Now, you said this is
a matter of some urgency,
mr., uh, mr...?

My name is driscoll,
but that's not important.

Then perhaps you'd tell me,
sir, what is important.

Unfortunately, i'm due on the
bridge in just a few moments.

Captain, is there any way
of altering the course?

I beg your pardon.

The course, the present
course the ship is taking,

is there any way
of altering it?

Well, now, since my country
is a belligerent

and these waters are a zone
of combat

i think i would rather discuss
this with higher authority

before taking such a step.

Supposing i told you, captain,
that if you hold this course

for as long as perhaps
five minutes

this ship is going
to be torpedoed.

Just who are you,
mr. Driscoll?

You won't find me on
the passenger list there.

My name isn't on it.

Yet you got aboard. How?

That doesn't matter,
i did get aboard.

But i'm not sailing
for my health.

I'm sailing for your health

and that of your crew
and passengers.

I happen to know that this ship
is going to be torpedoed!

Right here, right off
old head of kinsale island.

May the 7th.

May the 7th?

Yes, sir.

That's today.

You say youknowthis.

How do you know?

If i told you, you'd probably
say i was a lunatic.

I won't
deny that.

But neither will i alter
the course of this ship

simply on the word of one man
who seems strangely reticent

to say anything beyond
one single wild statement.

Say i am a lunatic, say
everything i'm telling you

is the product
of a deranged mind.

How many minutes could you lose
by altering course?

That's not the point.

Thatis
the point.

Otherwise, 1,100 people
are going to drown.

I think that will be
about enough, mr. Driscoll.

If you happen to be one
of the fortunate few...

remember, when that court
of inquiry convenes...

that's enough, mr. Driscoll.

I'll ask you to leave.

Captain, i'm not asking you
to scuttle the ship

i'm only asking you to alter
course one single degree!

Steward, steward.

Come in here, please.

Sir?

Escort mr. Driscoll out
of my quarters, please.

Come along,
if you would, sir.

Oh, captain, there's
still time.

Mr. Driscoll,
there's still time

to confine you
to your cabin.

And mind you, sir, after
i make inquiry

as to how you got aboard,
i may do that.

Well, go on, paul.
Then what?

Then nothing.

Hiroshima, august 1945.

Attempt number one,
failure number one.

Then august 1939,
the hotel berlin

another blow
for law and order

hitting nothing, and
accomplishing just that.

And finally, thelusitania,
1915- one of the causes

of our entering
the first world war.

Three tries, three misses.

Then you must know now, paul,
that the past is inviolate.

Whatever has happened, must
remain as having happened.

You can't change anything.

I believe you.

I believe it's not possible
to alter the past

and because of that, there
isn't anything we can do

about the present or the future.

Study of 19th century
midwest america?

Open that to page 90.

It talks about a place there
called homeville, indiana.

There's a picture, shows
how it looked in 1881.

Hmm, this is charming...

parasols, bicycles...

it's all very serene.

Apropos of what, paul?

Apropos of the fact that
i'm going back there.

I'm going back, not
to change anything

but to become
a part of it.

A world of band concerts and
summer nights on front porches.

A world that never heard
of an atomic bomb

world war, or germ warfare-
that'swhere i'm going.

All right,
but remember this, paul

everything is cause and effect,
everything.

You go back in time
to this homeville

and you inadvertently change
one event, alter it minutely

and you might start
a chain reaction

beyond anything
that we can even imagine.

I'm going back there
tolive

not to change anything.

Now, harvey,
how about it?

All right, now,
heaven help me.

And heaven
help you, paul.

Well, what's
your order, sir?

I'll have a beer.

That'll be a nickel.

A nickel?

That's the price tag.

You got a nickel?

You from around here?

No. No, i'm from out of state.

Out of state,
you say?

Just passing through?

No. As a matter of fact,

i was thinking
of settling down here.

Just as i expected.

Boarding house
across the square.

Ma chamberlain's place.

Real nice accommodations.

She runs a clean place.

Gonna stay there?

For the present.

It begins.

Right away, it begins.

It's tomorrow.

It's tomorrow.

It's tomorrow
that garfield...

what did you say?
When what?

Oh, nothing, i was
just talking to myself.

Odd fellow...

real odd.

Maybe he just don't hold
with president garfield.

Maybe he's a democrat.

President james abram garfield

shot in a washington railway
station, july 2, 1881.

Died september 19, 1881.

So be it.

Room comfortable?

Yes, very,
thank you.

Should be.

Best room
in the house.

Northern afternoon sun,
southern exposure.

The nicest
view i've got.

Are you a traveling man,
mr. Driscoll?

Oh, no, mrs. Chamberlain,
i'm not.

What is your business,
mr. Driscoll?

Well, i'm a physicist.

Physicist?

When i've got more time,
explain that to me.

Well, now...

i must tell you the rest
of the rules of the house.

No visitors upstairs
after 8:30 p.m.

Lady visitors downstairs
in the parlor

no gambling, no chewing,
breakfast 8:30 sharp

dinner at noon,
supper at 6:00.

If you're late,
you're out of luck.

Each week's bill,
paid inadvance.

Abigail, i want you
to meet the new boarder.

This is mr. Driscoll,
he's from the east.

This is miss
abigail sloan.

She teaches school
here in town.

Pleased to
meet you.

Thank you.

Are you planing to stay
for a time?

I hope to.

Well, i hope you enjoy it.

Thank you.

Lovely girl,
ain't she?

And a moral girl, too.

I mean real moral.

Nuclear fallout...

indochina...

berlin wall...

what are you?

I never heard of you.

It's summer, first of july.

Going to be a band concert
in a couple of days...

lemonade, fireworks...

it's 1881, homeville, indiana.

And i'm home.

Twilight zonewill continue
after station identification.

And i tell you,
mrs. Chamberlain

that until this
government of ours

assumes its rightful
place of responsibility
in the world

we will remain an isolated,
terribly provincial

static community of states.

You know what i say
we should do about it?

I'll tell you what we should do.

We should take
the american fleet

send it over to the orient
and plant the american flag.

Then on down
to australia

then back across
the pacific to
south america

planting the american
flag as we go.

Planting her deep,
planting her high,

planting her proud.

You ought to run for office,
mr. Hanford.

Believe me, my dear lady,
i've thought of it,

but finance comes first.

It's the lifeblood
of the nation.

And the bank needs me.

Mr. Driscoll, what are
your international views?

I don't have any,
mr. Hanford.

Of course you do, man.

Everybody has to have views as
to the destiny of our country.

Now, you take the case of the
indian wars, five years ago.

All this silly conciliatory
nonsense

about giving the indians lands.

As if you could actually make
savages understand treaties.

We should have had
20 george custers
and 100,000 men

and we should have swept
across the plains

destroying every redskin
who faced us.

And then we should have planted
the american flag

deep, high, and proud!

I think the country is tired
of fighting.

I think we were bled dry
by the war.

Anything we can get by treaty
is the proper course to pursue.

Now, here, young lady...

i trust that this isn't the pap
you spoon-feed to your students.

Treaties, indeed;
peace, indeed.

Why, the virility
of a nation

is in direct proportion
to its fighting qualities.

We'll live to see the day

when this country fields
an army of a million men

sweeping everything...

i'm sorry,
mrs. Chamberlain,
i, uh...

i get carried away.

You some kind of pacifist,
are you, driscoll?

No, i'm some kind
of sick idiot

who's seen too
many young men die

because of too many
old men like you

who fight their battles
at dining room tables.

Oh, my goodness.

I take offense at that
remark, mr. Driscoll.

And i take offense
at armchair warriors

who don't know what a shrapnel
wound feels like

or what death smells like
after three days in the sun

or the look
in a man's eyes

when he's minus a leg and
his blood is seeping out.

Mr. Hanford, you have
a great enthusiasm

for planting the flag deep.

But you don't have
a nodding acquaintance

with what it's like to bury men
in the same soil.

I'll not sit here
and take talk like that.

No, no...

you'll go back to your bank

and it'll be business
as usual until dinnertime

when you'll give us
another vacuous speech

about a country growing strong
by filling its graveyards.

Well, you're in for some
gratifying times, mr. Hanford.

Believe me, there'll be a lot
of graveyards for you to fill

in cuba
and in france

then all over europe,
and all over the pacific.

You can sit on the sidelines
and wave your pennants

because,
according to your definition

this country's going
to get virile as the devil.

From san juan
to inchon

we'll show how
red our blood is

because we'll
spill it.

There are two unfortunate
aspects of this.

One is, that you won't have
to spill any.

And the other is, you won't live
long enough to know i'm right.

A violent man.

Mr. Driscoll.

Mr. Driscoll, i...

i...

well, have i sufficiently
endeared myself

to them in there?

I've been living there for
almost two years, mr. Driscoll.

That means two years
of mealtimes

with mrs. Chamberlain's
homemade pies

and mr. Hanford's rhetoric.

I... i lost a father
and two brothers in the war.

All three of them
died in one afternoon.

For the 12 years
that my mother lived

well, there was a funeral
in our house every day.

She never stopped mourning them.

I, i think they died
for something, but...

but tonight, for the first time,
mr. Driscoll

i heard somebody make a, a point

that-that there are things
preferable to dying

and patriotism doesn't have
to come with pain.

It's very decent of you
to tell me this, miss sloan.

Why don't you
just call me abby?

Abby.

My first name's paul.

Paul.

It fits.

Does it?

Yes, it fits
very well.

Do you know
something?

You look like
a man in love.

Not with a woman...

with what, then?

With a moment, a place.

What were those names you
said... san juan, inchon?

Where are those places?

When you said, "other
graveyards, other wars..."

what did you
mean by that?

Oh, nothing.

Why do i get this feeling

that you're on
the outside looking in

just, well, passing by,
looking in.

Abby... i don't want
to be just passing by.

I want to come in.

I wish... i wish
i could come in.

Why can't you?

Everything is
possible... everything.

Garfield... it's
finally happened.

Just came over the telegram...
president garfield's been shot!

Paul... how did
you know that?

You couldn't possibly
have heard what they said.

How did you know that?

Paul, what's the matter?

Abby, you're wrong.

Not everything is possible.

I wish i could tell you,
but i can't explain it.

You mean...
you and me.

Especiallyyou and me.

Why?

Why?

It's getting late, abby.

It's time for you to go in.

Good morning.

Good morning.

We missed you
at breakfast.

Oh, the... president
was badly wounded.

Yes, so it says.

But there's hope
here for his recovery.

I guess that's all that's left
sometimes, isn't it?

Just hope.

Abby, i'm sorry
about last night.

I'm truly sorry.

I wish i could
explain it to you,

but i can't, i couldn't
make you understand.

Oh, it-it's perfectly
all right, really it is.

There's no harm done,
no harm at all.

You've got to forgive
schoolteachers-

they're very impressionable.

They're inclined to...
well, they're inclined

to read many things
into a glance, a word...

a touch.

Well,

i've got a very
busy day today.

There's so much
preparation

for tomorrow, you know.

Parade at 9:00,
speech at 11:00

games from noon till 5:00

picnic supper
and then fireworks.

And, oh, of course-
my children.

Your children?

Yes.

27 flat little voices.

14 boys, 13 girls will entertain
you with their own rendition

of "columbia,
the gem of the ocean,"

sung in six different keys
with...

27 highly individual
interpretations.

Well, we're... we're going
to practice now and...

let me tell you something.

Trying to keep
27 children quiet in...

a school building
in the middle of summer

the day before
the fourth of july, that...

that happens to be...

well, that happens
to be quite a...

an accomplishment.

Who are you, paul driscoll,
and where are you from?

It doesn't make any
difference, abby.

Doesn't it?

All right, we'll
leave it at that.

It doesn't make any difference.

And it follows, it doesn't
make any difference

that you... held me
and kissed me and...

howdy, mr. Driscoll.

How are you?

Flat.

Well, that's better.

Tomorrow's the big doings,
you know.

Fourth of july concert.

Yes, i'm looking
forward to that.

She does a good job
with those kids.

Miss sloan.

Yes, so i've heard.

Awful pretty girl
to be a schoolmarm.

So i've noticed.

I've noticed that you noticed.

Aw, doggone, i never
had no schoolmarm

looked like that
when i was a kid.

All my schoolmarms looked like
they came out of a pickle jar.

Ah, it's a funny
little town, isn't it?

Don't change.

You see pictures of it
50 years ago

and everything's the same...
same buildings, even.

This schoolhouse, for example.

I'll bet it's 60 years old,
as she stands there.

It'll probably stand till
somebody pulls it down.

What?

I was talking about
that school building.

What did you say about it?

It'll probably
keep standing till...

that's what i was
trying to remember.

The school building.

The school building.

Oh, my god.

My dear god.

"The site of the homeville
national bank

"was formerly occupied
by a school building

"built in 1823 and gutted
by a fire which started

"at approximately 2:00 in
the afternoon of july 3, 1881

"seriously injuring 12 children,
who were rehearsing

"for the fourth of july
celebration.

"The fire was caused
by a kerosene lantern

from a runaway wagon."

I can't do anything.

I can't say anything.

Can't even warn anyone.

Everything has to happen
the way it's supposed to happen.

Sorry, mr. President,
recover, you shall not.

You're to die on september
the 19th of this year.

And you shall burn.

This afternoon at 2:00.

"Seriously injuring
12 children."

And i can't do anything
about it.

I have to stand around
and watch it happen.

I have to let it happen.

Children, children,
back to rehearsal now.

Go on inside
and join the others.

Go on.

Everything is cause and effect

everything.

You go back in time to this...
this homeville

and you inadvertently
change one event

alter it even minutely, you
might start a chain reaction

beyond anything that
we could even imagine.

All right, neighbors,
gather round here.

That's it, get close.

Give me your attention,
you'll never be sorry.

Do you know
what i'm doing?

Do you perceive my activity?

You, sir...

do you know the symbolism

that professor eliot
is using at this moment?

Like diogenes, i'm looking
for an honest man.

An honest man who'll
try one sip

of professor eliot's
wonder medicine and tell me

whether it's the finest medicine
he's ever tasted.

Here it is,
friends.

The most safe and efficient

alternative and
de-obstruent properties

for the cure of scrofula,
king's evil

white swellings, indurate
tumors, gout, scurvy.

25 cents a bottle.

It's guaranteed
to immediately alter

a depraved or impure state
of the blood or body fluids.

Here, madam, thank you.

Will you have one, sir?

There you are.

Here you are.

Thank you, thank you,
thank you.

Thank you very much.

How about you,
my friend?

Don't be in a hurry,
my friend...

do me a favor, will you?

What?

Well...

oh, nothing, never mind.

Unhitch those horses.

What did you say?

I can't tell you why.

Unhitch those horses.

What's your trouble?

Dyspepsia, liver complaint?

This is what you need, sir.

I need those horses
unhitched.

Now, just a minute.

Listen, i can't argue
with you anymore.

You've got to unhitch
those horses.

This wagon mustn't move
a foot from this spot.

Why mustn't it?

You get out of here,
you hear me?

Walk away from here!

Leave me and my horses be!

Get away
from my horses!

You hear me? Get away!

How did you know?

You did, didn't you?

Yes, i knew.

I knew there'd be a fire.

And i knew it would happen
this afternoon, at 2:00.

But what i didn't know...

i didn't know that
i would cause it.

I shouldn't have come
here, i know that now.

It won't work.

I know that, too.

It can't work because
i know too many things.

I know... i know about
too many tomorrows.

Tomorrows?

Your history, abby.

You, and this town,
and the people in it.

Everything about it,
your history...

and i can't change you.

I can't even...
touch you.

Paul, why not?

Because the past
is inviolate.

The past is sacred.

It belongs to those
of you who live in it.

It's not for interlopers...

for people who are just
passing by, look in

and wish they were
a part of it.

Where are you going?

I'm going back.

Back to where
i came from.

Back where i belong.

I couldn't live in a world
menaced by a bomb

and i find out now that it
doesn't make any difference

if it's a world
or 12 children burned in a fire.

Even so, i've found
more than i expected

because you were here.

I've overstayed
my welcome.

Good-bye, abby.

Stay well.

Hello, harvey.

Back so soon?

Well, as it happens,
back a little late.

You changed something?

I tried to.

And in doing it,
i caused it.

And now, paul?

Where do you go now?

Here.

Here in the 20th century,
where i belong.

That's what i've learned,
harvey.

To leave
the yesterdays alone...

do something... do something
about the tomorrows.

They're the ones that count,
the tomorrows.

Tomorrows...

god let there be tomorrows.

Well.

Incident on a july
afternoon, 1881.

A man named driscoll
who came and went

and, in the process,
learned a simple lesson

perhaps best said by a poet
named lathberry, who wrote:

"Children of yesterday,
heirs of tomorrow

"what are you weaving,
labor and sorrow?

"Look to your looms again,
faster and faster

"fly the great shuttles
prepared by the master

life's in the loom,
room for it, room."

Tonight's tale
of clocks and calendars

in the twilight zone.

Next ontwilight zone,

we take a page out of a book
on the space age,

and we project
just a couple of degrees

as to what conceivably might
happen to an astronaut

if suddenly and inexplicably,
in the middle of an orbit,

he disappears.

Our story tells you how,
why and where.

It stars steve forrest.

It's called "the parallel."

Capcom, capcom,
this is phebus ten.

I've lost contact with you.

I've lost radar here!
I've lost radar!

We don't have
contact here, either.

Capcom, capcom,
this is phebus ten.

What you just told
me is fantastic.

I helped build that spacecraft.

I know it very well.

It's not the same one
we sent off.

It's almost
a twin to it,

down to the very last
nut and bolt,

but it's simply
not the same spacecraft.

Colonial gaines...
went up in one spacecraft,

but he's obviously
come back in another.