All language subtitles for xy526

Downloaded From www.AllSubs.org

Shared by http://DJJ.HOME.SAPO.PT/

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.

Charlie?

Go back to sleep,
ella, it's early.

What time is it?

My watch stopped.

It's pitch black out.

It must be 3:00 or
4:00 in the morning.

Look how black
it is out there.

It's the middle
of the night.

Oh, i think you're
crazy to get up now.

What's so special

about hanging
a little...

go back
to sleep, ella!

Well, why don't you?

You'll have all
that excitement today.

You're the one
that needs the sleep.

Bring us breakfast
over about 8:30.

What time they string him up?

Well, you know what i mean.

What time does he get hung?

He get'sexecutedat 9:30.

And i hope
the whole town

doesn't turn out.

When i see a bunch of
cold-blooded gawkers

getting their jollies
from seeing a man die,

i just...

just bring us breakfast
over at 8:30.

Oh, charlie?

How does he like his eggs?

Edible.

They're the last ones
he's going to eat

so make them edible.

I don't get it.

What don't you get, deputy?

Sheriff, it's 7:30
in the morning,

and it's pitch
black outside.

I've never seen
it any blacker,

but it's 7:30
in the morning.

Now, what's
going on?

I don't know, deputy.

It's 7:30 in the morning
and it's pitch black outside.

To tell you the truth...

i don't know why.

I don't know why at all.

Sheriff charlie koch

on the morning of an execution.

As a matter of fact,
it's 7:30 in the morning.

Logic and natural laws dictate
that at this hour

there should be daylight.

It is a simple rule
of physical science

that the sun should rise
at a certain moment

and supersede the darkness.

But at this given moment
sheriff charlie koch,

a deputy named pierce,
a condemned man named jagger,

and a small,
inconsequential village

will shortly find out that
there are causes and effects

that have no precedent.

Such is usually the case
in the twilight zone.

How about that?

You see it
outside?

You better
run an extra

in that paper
of yours.

I've been answering
the phone

since 6:00 this morning.

One fellow called, said the
electricity had gone off-

it was tomorrow night.

Another godly woman,

who professes to read her good
book with admirable regularity,

tells me it's
the end of the world

and she can quote the chapter
and verse to support her thesis.

Now, you're well-versed
in all things

regarding law and
order, sheriff koch.

What's your thesis?

It's quarter to 8:00.

It's quarter to
8:00 in the morning

and it doesn't make
any sense.

Daylight should have
come two hours ago.

Well, in between
reassuring people

that this was not
an interplanetary
invasion,

nor the end
of the world,

i placed a call to
the state capital.

Is it black there?

It appears that
across the face

of the entire earth

we are the only ones
groping in darkness.

So it seems
the phenomenon

is quite localized

and we'll just have
to seek elsewhere

for company to
share our misery.

Have you seen
jagger this morning?

I seen him.

I brought him in
a cup of coffee.

I also reminded him
about what day it was.

I'll bet you did.

How did you
occupy yourself
as a lad, deputy?

Torturing
small animals

or just pulling
wings off flies?

What do you mean
by that, mr. Colbey?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Can i talk to jagger?

Go right on in.

As a point of
interest, sheriff,

is jagger innocent?

Mr. Colbey, that is a matter for
a jury, public opinion and god,

and that, thank the lord,
has nothing to do with me.

So let us all praise god
for the morning's impartiality.

And for justice being served
deluxe style.

Deputy...

why don't you shut your mouth.

I got a right to an opinion.

Indeed you have,
deputy.

Indeed you have.

But there's just a few
disturbing facets

about this case.

One...

the murdered man
was not a decent man.

He was a cross-burning,
psychopathic bully

who attacked the man in there.

And two, deputy pierce here
saw it happen

and then perjured himself.

Now, wait a minute!

Perjured
is the word, deputy.

Now, you said
jagger shot him

from across the room.

No such thing.

The murdered man had
powder burns all over him.

This might not have
proven self-defense

but it would've pointed
to it and maybe helped it.

And you, sheriff koch,
you saw the body.

But i didn't hear
any comments

on those
powder burns

when you gave
your testimony.

And your courageous editor here
in covering the trial

didn't see fit to include
this insignificant addendum

though he also knew at the time
he was being very selective

about what truths he was writing
about, what truths he wasn't.

You're right, deputy.

Justice is
being served...

on a platter with
its tongue cut out

just like the carcass
of any dead animal.

Let me know when
you're ready.

It's pitch black
outside.

Almost 8:00
in the morning.

Not a speck
of daylight.

This place doesn't
have any windows

so it could
be christmas eve

or the fourth of july

and i would not know
the difference.

You got any religious
affiliation, jagger?

None.

Anyone you want to see?

Nobody.

Anything to say?

Nothing.

No priest, no friends,
no comment.

Just what have
you got, jagger?

I got the blues, mr. Colbey!

I got the blues.

I'm just about
an hour away
from a hanging

and i've been lying there

and i have been thinking
that i would like

to rip these bars apart
and get out of here.

Or i'd like to save everybody
else the trouble

and hang myself right here.

But, you see, i don't have
the strength for one

or the guts for the other

so i'm just lying there,
and i am just waiting.

Well, in that case, would you
care to make a statement

about guilt or innocence?

Guilt or innocence, and you
want me to make a statement?

I'd appreciate
one.

I don't think anybody
should leave this earth

without making a comment-
you, me, anybody.

Well, that's a
reasonable request, mr. Colbey.

Considering the fact that you're
not leaving this morning

that's
reasonable.

I'm guilty, mr. Colbey.

That take you off the hook?

And that's supposed
to mean what?

That's supposed
to mean

you're on the
popular side.

There are good guys
and bad guys-

that's human nature.

Well, i'm worse
than a bad guy.

I'm a town kook, i'm a neurotic.

I'm the one with the causes
and the banners.

I'm the village idiot
who tries to be

his brother's
keeper.

Do you understand,
mr. Colbey?

The man i killed
was the white knight.

He did what
his other pals
in this town

wanted to do and
didn't have the guts.

Hewas the cross burner,
the bomb thrower.

Hehandled the whipping of
some poor, scared colored guy.

Oh...

the man you killed
was no saint

but we don't dispense
life or death

just because somebody
offends us.

That's the distinction
between men and animals.

Well, that's very well said.

That's very well said,
mr. Colbey.

You tell that
to the man

who's going to
fix my rope.

You tell it to the sheriff
and his deputy

to the townspeople
who are going to stand around

and watch my eyes bulge out
and enjoy my agony.

You tell them.

You tell them about
the difference

between men
and animals.

But you better be ready
to draw pictures

because this language
they just don't dig!

9:00 in the morning.

Why is it so dark?

Is it
an eclipse?

Can't be.

I'm listening
to the radio.

Ain't no eclipse.

It's weird.

It's just
plain weird.

But scientists can offer
no explanation

for the strange phenomenon
of darkness

that has suddenly
and inexplicably

covered the remote
little midwestern village.

It is now 9:00 a.m.
Eastern standard time

but last reports indicate
the darkness there is total.

There is no remote hint
of any kind of daylight.

Looks pretty good.

That ought to
tend to him.

But who's going to tend to us?

Who or what is going
to tend to us?

Ten more minutes.

You, uh,
going to go through

with this, sheriff?

Why not?

The law says may 25,
at 9:30 in the morning.

Well, it's may 25,

and it'll be 9:30
in the morning.

Quite apart from
the fact, mr. Pierce,

that you're not the
most sensitive of men,

did it ever occur to you

there's something
odd going on here

and we better dispense
with business as usual

until we find out
exactly what is going on?

You know something?

I take an awful lot
of dirt from you.

And just who
are you, anyway?

A little-shot editor of
a crummy little paper.

That's right,
a crummy little paper

that crawls along on
its hands and knees

from one edition
to the other.

You got more creditors
than you got readers.

That'll do
it, pierce.

No, that won't do it
by a long shot!

Now, maybe you
feel like turning

your cheek
to this crumb

but there ain't
no rule book

that says i got to.

He says
i perjured myself;

says i lied.

He wasn't
throwing no bouquets

at you, neither.

Maybe i don't deserve any.

You were right, you know.

I saw the victim.

He did have powder burns.

But when a committee
of townspeople came to me

and said there'd be no autopsy,

i just bent my head
and i nodded.

We all got little axes
to grind, don't we?

I want to be reelected
sheriff.

You want to keep
selling newspapers.

And deputy pierce here...

he likes to feel
important;

he likes
to be popular,

likes to stay on
the good side of people.

Here we are, gentlemen,
treading water in a sewer.

I don't take it
from him

and i don't take it
from you!

You better unravel it, pierce,

or i'll spread you
all over this yard.

Let's go get
the prisoner.

At last, mr. Pierce.

A labor of love, huh?

Do you suppose, reverend,

there might be some
theological explanation?

Theological explanation?

For the death, or the darkness,
or both.

You know, reverend,

maybe if we thought
it was some divine act,

we could sort of live with it.

This is not the first gallows,
reverend, nor the last.

Or he won't be the first
unhappy man died an early age.

We won't be the last mourners
on earth either.

Did you see him?

Did you get to talk to him?

Briefly.

He wouldn't see me.

Wouldn't even let me inside.

It's a pity.

He's a very lonely man.

But he won't be lonely
very long.

He's got a few
minutes, hasn't he?

He used them up already.

We're four minutes behind.

You can talk to
him, reverend.

Take
your time.

It'smytime.

I got nothing
to say.

Then let's go.

Let's get on
with it!

Yeah!

You don't want
to waste

your last minutes,
jagger.

Now, you and i are
a different faith,

and obviously
a different color,

but you stood up
for me and mine.

You spoke for us,

and god help us,
you killed for us.

And i feel
you deserve

some measure
of peace.

I want to give you some.

That'll give me some peace.

I don't need
any words, reverend.

No quotations in or out
of the bible.

Come on, let's get it
over with!

Yeah!

Patience!

I promise you,
i will please you all,

believe me.

I'll choke and suffer and dance.

Oh, you'll get
your money's worth.

Believe me.

Quiet!
But i tell you

what i won't give you,
you muckers!

I won't give you
the satisfaction of saying

that i'm
sorry.

Yeah!

Yeah, yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah, yeah!

Don't return
their hate.

Don't dishonor
yourself.

Why don't you
get out of here.

I got too much
hate in me

to keep plugged up
anymore.

When he came at you, jagger...

did it feel good to you then?

What difference?

When you aimed that gun
at his head,

that wasn't such a bad moment,
was it?

Good, bad, who cares?

When you killed him, jagger,

when you blew his head off,

there were no regrets then,
were there?

You enjoyed that, didn't you?

You know it!

Yes, yes, i...

i know it now.

Now i know it too well.

You're guilty.

This manisguilty.

It's important to get
with the majority, isn't it?

That's...

that's a big thing nowadays,
isn't it, reverend?

That's all there is,
is the majority.

The minority must have died
on the cross 2,000 years ago.

You seen the light,
reverend.

You really
seen the light.

Haveyou?

Have any of you?

In all this darkness,

is there anybody
who can make out the truth?

He hated and he killed
and now he dies.

And you hated, you killed,

and now there's
not one of you...

not one of you
who isn't doomed.

Do you know why it's dark?

Do you know why it is night
all around us?

Do you know what
the blackness is?

It's the hatehefelt,
the hateyoufelt,

the hate all of us feel,
and there's too much of it.

There's just too much.

And so we had
to vomit it out.

And now it's coming
up all around us

and choking us.

So much hate,
so much miserable hate.

Look.

Look what's happening.

It's getting even darker now.

I can't...

i can't hardly see
anything now.

That's crazy, ain't it?

I mean what he said.

Ain't that crazy?

You know what's
going to happen?

Believe me, you know
what's going to happen?

This here stuff's going to lift.

It'll all of a sudden
just plain lift.

Why it's just... just fog
is all it is.

No more than fog.

And it'll lift.

And there'll
be the old sun,

high up and bright.

You wait and see.

There'll be the old sun
shining to beat the band.

Well, it could happen,
couldn't it?

Couldn't that happen, koch?

Colbey?

There'll be sun again.

There'll be daylight.

I don't know.

I don't know if there'll
ever be daylight again.

Only god knows.

I'm sure only god knows.

And still the phenomenon
remains unexplained

except for the reports
coming in of similar occurrences

here in the united states
and elsewhere.

At 2:00 this afternoon
a dark cloud appeared

over a street in dallas, texas.

The mayor of west berlin
verified that a rectangular area

over the berlin wall
has suddenly gone dark.

In budapest,
european newspapermen

passed over censorship
an article

about several square blocks,
including a political prison

which was suddenly thrown into
darkness early this morning.

In birmingham, alabama,

an area in shanghai, the entire
northern section of vietnam,

a section of chicago, illinois,

the darkness continues
to make itself known.

A sickness known as hate;

not a virus, not a microbe,
not a germ-

but a sickness nonetheless,

highly contagious,
deadly in its effects.

Don't look for it
in the twilight zone-

look for it in a mirror.

Look for it before the light
goes out altogether.

And now, mr. Serling.

Next time out we bring you
a few decibels of sound

in a bizarre opus about a man

who breaks eardrums
for a living.

We welcome to the program
two fine talents,

mr. John mcgiver
and miss penny singleton,

who will prove
the following point:

Namely that too much
of a good thing

can have nightmarish results
and that all things

are not necessarily
as they meet the eye or the ear.

Onthe twilight zonenext
"sounds and silences."

Downloaded From www.AllSubs.org