The Twilight Zone (1959–1964): Season 1, Episode 35 - The Mighty Casey - full transcript
Mouth McGarry is the manager of the Hoboken Zephyrs professional baseball team. They are perennial losers and are already so far back in the standings that they have no chance of winning the pennant. McGarry is approached by Dr. Stillman who has a solution for him, Casey, who seems to be an ideal pitcher, the best McGarry has ever seen. The catch is that Casey is a robot. McGarry is eager to win and decides to use Casey without telling anyone. When his ruse is discovered, Dr. Stillman agrees to give Casey a heart to make him more human. The results aren't quite what McGarry had hoped for.
The Mighty Casey
First Aired: 17 June 1960
English Subtitles by
Pandorafilm - Heerlen
You're traveling
to another dimension.
A dimension not only of sight
and sound, but of mind.
A journey into a wondrous land
of imagination.
Next stop: The Twilight Zone
What you're looking at is a ghost.
Once alive, but now deceased.
Once it was the stadium of the Hoboken
Zephyrs. A major league ball club.
Now it houses nothing but memories.
And a wind that stirs in the high
grass of what was once an outfield.
A wind that sometimes bears
a faint ghostly resemblance...
to the roar of a crowd
that once sat here.
We're back in time now they were
still a part of the national league.
And this mausoleum of memories
was an honest-to-Pete stadium.
Since this is strictly a story of
make-believe it has to start this way.
Once upon a time in Hoboken,
New Jersey, it was tryout day.
You're about to meet a
most unusual fellow.
A left-handed pitcher named Casey.
Grand-looking bunch of boys, huh?
-Were you expecting the All-stars?
You have tryouts for a last-division
club, then you gets this material.
This is the material you round up.
Why don't you get me ballplayers?
You'd know what to do with them?
20 games out of fourth place.
And we got a manager with the
widest mouth in either league.
When the Hoboken Zephyrs win one
game we got to call it a streak.
Buddy boy, when contract time
comes around you don't have to.
How's Fletcher doing?
He pitched one inning last week
and only allowed six runs.
He's the most valuable
player of the month.
Dugout.
Who?
Want to look at a pitcher?
-Yes, I'll even look at you.
Send him over.
He's a lefty.
-What's the difference?
If he's got more than one arm,
he's for us. Hey, Monk.
Fletcher can quit.
I got a new boy coming down.
You got the lineup for tonight?
Who's pitching?
I just feel them one-by-one.
Whoever's warm goes to the mound.
All right, Chavez.
Stop already with the calisthenics.
That guy on the end's turning blue.
Mr McGarry?
All right, what's the gag? Did
this mutton head put you up to it?
You're the pitcher, huh?
Big joke. Yuk-yuk-yuk.
No, I'm not the pitcher.
I'm Dr Stillman.
I have thrown baseballs in my time.
That was before the war.
Yeah? Which war?
Here comes Casey now.
He's the pitcher.
Casey, this is Mr McGarry,
the manager of the Zephyrs.
No, your right hand, Casey.
You can let go now, Casey.
See that fellow out there with
the big mitt? He's a catcher.
His name is Monk.
Go on out and throw him a few.
Put your cap on, Casey.
Good lad.
All right, I see you.
You his father?
-No, no. He has no father.
I am what you might call,
his kind of creator.
How old is he?
-That's a little difficult to say.
Well, guess.
-It's hard to be accurate, because...
he's only been in
existence three weeks.
He has the physique and
the mind of a boy of 22.
But in terms of how long he's been
here the answer to that would be...
three weeks.
You want to go over that again?
-It's not too difficult, really.
You see, I made Casey.
I built him. He's a robot.
These are the blueprints
I worked from.
Why do You have to pick on me
all the time, huh?
That's his fast ball.
That's his curve.
That's his slow ball.
He's a bit late.
Well, look, I'll...
You...
Why don't you wait right here, huh?
All right, let me see
that fast ball.
All right, the slow ball.
Did you see that kid?
The best pitcher I ever caught.
I saw it, I saw it.
Take a shower.
He's got a fast ball...
-Take a shower.
He pitches like nothing human.
He's rough, doc, he's plenty rough.
But I think we can give him a try.
-He's a robot, you know.
Don't ever say that. That's one
we'll just keep in the family here.
Don't ever say the
word r-o-b-b-o-t-t.
Casey. Baby, want to come here?
It looks like you got
a little potential there, Casey.
I was telling the doc you're a
little rough but we'll work that out.
I think we'll give you a chance.
I like to help young ball players.
Why don't you go down now
and change your clothes, huh?
He does wear clothes, doesn't he?
-Oh, yes, yes.
Go down and take a shower and then
we will discuss a contract, huh?
Go with him and check his blueprints.
That last slow ball shook him up.
Very well.
Come on, Casey.
General Manager's office.
Beasley?
Draw the contract. The pennant is
ours, unless this battery goes dead.
Never mind. You draw the contract.
Then, come on down here.
I want you to shake hands with
your new ace pitcher.
You got the signals down all right?
-Kid, don't be nervous.
Ill at ease, Casey, as if your
electrodes were malfunctioning.
Like there's two out in the ninth.
You're one up, and Joe DiMaggio comes.
That wouldn't make me nervous. I don't
know anyone named Joe DiMaggio.
Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.
Well, you just get in there.
Mr McGarry, what team is
Casey pitching against?
The New York Giants.
I'd love to beat those Giants.
But also I'd love to beat Cincinnati
or Philadelphia, or the Braves.
Or even the Hicksville Bullets.
They beat us 11-0 in spring training.
I think Casey will come
through for you.
What's in this for you, doc?
-You mean with Casey?
Just scientific, that's all.
Purely experimental.
Casey's some sort of a Superman.
I'd like to have that proven.
Once, I built a home economist
and marvelous cook.
I gained 46 pounds before
I had to dismantle her.
Now with Casey's skills and strength
he'd be a baseball pitcher.
In order to have that proved I had
to have him pitch in competition.
And as an acid test, to pitch on
the worst ball team I could find.
Thanks a lot, doc.
You got a lot of class.
Play ball.
Strike.
No fracture, reflexes seem normal.
You're going to be all right.
Oh, boy. I can breathe again.
All I kept thinking about was, 'There
Goes Casey. There goes the pennant.'
There goes your career.
Yes, sir, Mr Casey.
I think you're in good shape here.
When I heard how hard that ball hit
you, I wondered to myself how a...
How a...
Cough, Mr Casey.
-What's wrong?
Well, there's nothing wrong.
-Then what are you prying for?
Everything is fine. It's just...
-Just that what?
This man doesn't have any pulse.
No heartbeat.
This man isn't alive.
It will have to come out now.
-What's this all about, mouth?
You're not gonna like this but...
-Doctor, before you go any further...
He hasn't a heartbeat because he
doesn't have a heart. He's a robot.
A what?
-A robot.
You're sure?
-By all means. I built him.
And he's been pitching for
the Hoboken Zephyrs.
As team physician I'm afraid I must
notify the baseball commissioner.
Casey, move over.
Article six, Section two,
the baseball code.
'A team shall consist of nine men.'
'Men.' Not robots. He's suspended.
That's my final decision.
Commissioner, to all intents
and purposes he is human.
Casey...
talk to him. Tell him about yourself.
-What should I say?
See? He talks better than me
and he's a my smartest player.
He is not human.
-He's got arms and legs...
and a face and he talks.
-And no heart.
You can't be human without a heart.
-Beasley hasn't got a heart either.
He doesn't have a heart
that means he isn't human.
That's a clear violation
of the baseball code.
He doesn't play.
-Suppose we gave him a heart?
If necessary I could operate
and supply him with a heart.
You can do that?
-No trouble at all.
Do you wanna play?
-Of course he wants to play.
You're sure?
-I guarantee it.
If he were to be given a heart
would you classify him as a...
I mean, would you call him a...
-He had me fooled even without one.
All right. With a heart, I'll give
him a temporary okay until October.
Then the League will decide.
The other clubs are gonna
scream bloody murder.
Then it's settled. Casey gets a heart
and accreditation as being a human.
And the Hoboken Zephyrs...
Take it, Mouthy.
The Hoboken Zephyrs win the pennant
for the first time in 23 years.
Operator.
Operator.
Operator, you sure you're ringing
the right number?
Yeah, that's it. Thank you very much.
-Any news?
The operator can't get an answer
at Stillman's house.
Maybe he's still in the operation.
Can't he use one hand
to pick up a phone?
I can't wait any longer. I gotta give
them the lineup. Carter, you start.
Followed by O'Hara, Smith and Jones.
Now listen, you guys.
That's the enemy out there.
That's the New York Giants.
While you're out there, remember
Casey who's lying on a table...
struggling for his life. And I know
that the last thing he said...
He said, 'Go out there, Zephyrs,
and win this one for the big guy.'
Pull yourself together, Monk.
And I'll tell you something else,
you guys.
From now on, there's gonna be a
ghost in the dugout. Number 7.
So just before you go to battle,
look over to where he used to sit.
'cause he's gonna be there.
He's gonna be there in spirit.
And he's gonna be yelling for us.
'Go, Zephyrs. Go, go, go.'
Hi, Casey. And I'll tell you
something else about the big guy.
He has got a heart.
Casey.
All right. Quiet down. Quiet down.
Well?
Tell him, Casey.
-Listen, Mr McGarry.
You got a heart.
-Look at his smile.
The one thing I couldn't
get him to do.
Yeah. It's just wonderful.
I feel like togetherness.
All right. Let's get out there.
Here you are, seven.
Go suit up.
Togetherness.
Play ball.
All right, I'm a reasonable man,
I'll listen to anything.
As you well know, doctor,
But maybe you can tell me...
How one minute he can look
like three Bob Fellers...
and the next like a tanker
with nothing.
Casey, how you can pitch nine balls
and allow four singles...
two doubles, two triples
and a home run.
Shall I tell him, Casey?
-Well, somebody tell me.
Casey's got a heart.
-So what?
The thing is, I just couldn't
strike those poor fellows out.
I didn't have it in me to do that,
to hurt their feelings.
I felt compassion.
-That's. See how he smiles?
Give a man a heart,
particularly someone like Casey...
who hasn't been around long enough...
competitiveness or drive or ego.
That's what happens.
I'm sorry, Mr McGarry.
I just can't hurt fellows' careers.
Dr Stillman thinks I should go into
social work. I want to help people.
Bye.
I know somebody he can
help for a start. Me.
Perhaps you'd like to keep
Casey's blueprints.
A little memento might cheer you up.
Goodbye.
Hey, doc,
Wait a minute.
Doc. Wait a minute.
Hey, doc.
Once upon a time there was a baseball
team called the Hoboken Zephyrs.
In their last year they wound up
last place and wound up in oblivion.
There's a rumor,
that a manager named McGarry...
took them to the west coast and wound
up with a couple of championships.
This team had a pitching
staff that made history.
Of course, none of
them smiled very much.
But it happens to be a fact
they pitched like nothing human.
If you want to know where they came
from, look under 'B' for Baseball...
in the Twilight Zone.
English Subtitles by
B. Cornelis - Pandorafilm - Heerlen
First Aired: 17 June 1960
English Subtitles by
Pandorafilm - Heerlen
You're traveling
to another dimension.
A dimension not only of sight
and sound, but of mind.
A journey into a wondrous land
of imagination.
Next stop: The Twilight Zone
What you're looking at is a ghost.
Once alive, but now deceased.
Once it was the stadium of the Hoboken
Zephyrs. A major league ball club.
Now it houses nothing but memories.
And a wind that stirs in the high
grass of what was once an outfield.
A wind that sometimes bears
a faint ghostly resemblance...
to the roar of a crowd
that once sat here.
We're back in time now they were
still a part of the national league.
And this mausoleum of memories
was an honest-to-Pete stadium.
Since this is strictly a story of
make-believe it has to start this way.
Once upon a time in Hoboken,
New Jersey, it was tryout day.
You're about to meet a
most unusual fellow.
A left-handed pitcher named Casey.
Grand-looking bunch of boys, huh?
-Were you expecting the All-stars?
You have tryouts for a last-division
club, then you gets this material.
This is the material you round up.
Why don't you get me ballplayers?
You'd know what to do with them?
20 games out of fourth place.
And we got a manager with the
widest mouth in either league.
When the Hoboken Zephyrs win one
game we got to call it a streak.
Buddy boy, when contract time
comes around you don't have to.
How's Fletcher doing?
He pitched one inning last week
and only allowed six runs.
He's the most valuable
player of the month.
Dugout.
Who?
Want to look at a pitcher?
-Yes, I'll even look at you.
Send him over.
He's a lefty.
-What's the difference?
If he's got more than one arm,
he's for us. Hey, Monk.
Fletcher can quit.
I got a new boy coming down.
You got the lineup for tonight?
Who's pitching?
I just feel them one-by-one.
Whoever's warm goes to the mound.
All right, Chavez.
Stop already with the calisthenics.
That guy on the end's turning blue.
Mr McGarry?
All right, what's the gag? Did
this mutton head put you up to it?
You're the pitcher, huh?
Big joke. Yuk-yuk-yuk.
No, I'm not the pitcher.
I'm Dr Stillman.
I have thrown baseballs in my time.
That was before the war.
Yeah? Which war?
Here comes Casey now.
He's the pitcher.
Casey, this is Mr McGarry,
the manager of the Zephyrs.
No, your right hand, Casey.
You can let go now, Casey.
See that fellow out there with
the big mitt? He's a catcher.
His name is Monk.
Go on out and throw him a few.
Put your cap on, Casey.
Good lad.
All right, I see you.
You his father?
-No, no. He has no father.
I am what you might call,
his kind of creator.
How old is he?
-That's a little difficult to say.
Well, guess.
-It's hard to be accurate, because...
he's only been in
existence three weeks.
He has the physique and
the mind of a boy of 22.
But in terms of how long he's been
here the answer to that would be...
three weeks.
You want to go over that again?
-It's not too difficult, really.
You see, I made Casey.
I built him. He's a robot.
These are the blueprints
I worked from.
Why do You have to pick on me
all the time, huh?
That's his fast ball.
That's his curve.
That's his slow ball.
He's a bit late.
Well, look, I'll...
You...
Why don't you wait right here, huh?
All right, let me see
that fast ball.
All right, the slow ball.
Did you see that kid?
The best pitcher I ever caught.
I saw it, I saw it.
Take a shower.
He's got a fast ball...
-Take a shower.
He pitches like nothing human.
He's rough, doc, he's plenty rough.
But I think we can give him a try.
-He's a robot, you know.
Don't ever say that. That's one
we'll just keep in the family here.
Don't ever say the
word r-o-b-b-o-t-t.
Casey. Baby, want to come here?
It looks like you got
a little potential there, Casey.
I was telling the doc you're a
little rough but we'll work that out.
I think we'll give you a chance.
I like to help young ball players.
Why don't you go down now
and change your clothes, huh?
He does wear clothes, doesn't he?
-Oh, yes, yes.
Go down and take a shower and then
we will discuss a contract, huh?
Go with him and check his blueprints.
That last slow ball shook him up.
Very well.
Come on, Casey.
General Manager's office.
Beasley?
Draw the contract. The pennant is
ours, unless this battery goes dead.
Never mind. You draw the contract.
Then, come on down here.
I want you to shake hands with
your new ace pitcher.
You got the signals down all right?
-Kid, don't be nervous.
Ill at ease, Casey, as if your
electrodes were malfunctioning.
Like there's two out in the ninth.
You're one up, and Joe DiMaggio comes.
That wouldn't make me nervous. I don't
know anyone named Joe DiMaggio.
Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.
Well, you just get in there.
Mr McGarry, what team is
Casey pitching against?
The New York Giants.
I'd love to beat those Giants.
But also I'd love to beat Cincinnati
or Philadelphia, or the Braves.
Or even the Hicksville Bullets.
They beat us 11-0 in spring training.
I think Casey will come
through for you.
What's in this for you, doc?
-You mean with Casey?
Just scientific, that's all.
Purely experimental.
Casey's some sort of a Superman.
I'd like to have that proven.
Once, I built a home economist
and marvelous cook.
I gained 46 pounds before
I had to dismantle her.
Now with Casey's skills and strength
he'd be a baseball pitcher.
In order to have that proved I had
to have him pitch in competition.
And as an acid test, to pitch on
the worst ball team I could find.
Thanks a lot, doc.
You got a lot of class.
Play ball.
Strike.
No fracture, reflexes seem normal.
You're going to be all right.
Oh, boy. I can breathe again.
All I kept thinking about was, 'There
Goes Casey. There goes the pennant.'
There goes your career.
Yes, sir, Mr Casey.
I think you're in good shape here.
When I heard how hard that ball hit
you, I wondered to myself how a...
How a...
Cough, Mr Casey.
-What's wrong?
Well, there's nothing wrong.
-Then what are you prying for?
Everything is fine. It's just...
-Just that what?
This man doesn't have any pulse.
No heartbeat.
This man isn't alive.
It will have to come out now.
-What's this all about, mouth?
You're not gonna like this but...
-Doctor, before you go any further...
He hasn't a heartbeat because he
doesn't have a heart. He's a robot.
A what?
-A robot.
You're sure?
-By all means. I built him.
And he's been pitching for
the Hoboken Zephyrs.
As team physician I'm afraid I must
notify the baseball commissioner.
Casey, move over.
Article six, Section two,
the baseball code.
'A team shall consist of nine men.'
'Men.' Not robots. He's suspended.
That's my final decision.
Commissioner, to all intents
and purposes he is human.
Casey...
talk to him. Tell him about yourself.
-What should I say?
See? He talks better than me
and he's a my smartest player.
He is not human.
-He's got arms and legs...
and a face and he talks.
-And no heart.
You can't be human without a heart.
-Beasley hasn't got a heart either.
He doesn't have a heart
that means he isn't human.
That's a clear violation
of the baseball code.
He doesn't play.
-Suppose we gave him a heart?
If necessary I could operate
and supply him with a heart.
You can do that?
-No trouble at all.
Do you wanna play?
-Of course he wants to play.
You're sure?
-I guarantee it.
If he were to be given a heart
would you classify him as a...
I mean, would you call him a...
-He had me fooled even without one.
All right. With a heart, I'll give
him a temporary okay until October.
Then the League will decide.
The other clubs are gonna
scream bloody murder.
Then it's settled. Casey gets a heart
and accreditation as being a human.
And the Hoboken Zephyrs...
Take it, Mouthy.
The Hoboken Zephyrs win the pennant
for the first time in 23 years.
Operator.
Operator.
Operator, you sure you're ringing
the right number?
Yeah, that's it. Thank you very much.
-Any news?
The operator can't get an answer
at Stillman's house.
Maybe he's still in the operation.
Can't he use one hand
to pick up a phone?
I can't wait any longer. I gotta give
them the lineup. Carter, you start.
Followed by O'Hara, Smith and Jones.
Now listen, you guys.
That's the enemy out there.
That's the New York Giants.
While you're out there, remember
Casey who's lying on a table...
struggling for his life. And I know
that the last thing he said...
He said, 'Go out there, Zephyrs,
and win this one for the big guy.'
Pull yourself together, Monk.
And I'll tell you something else,
you guys.
From now on, there's gonna be a
ghost in the dugout. Number 7.
So just before you go to battle,
look over to where he used to sit.
'cause he's gonna be there.
He's gonna be there in spirit.
And he's gonna be yelling for us.
'Go, Zephyrs. Go, go, go.'
Hi, Casey. And I'll tell you
something else about the big guy.
He has got a heart.
Casey.
All right. Quiet down. Quiet down.
Well?
Tell him, Casey.
-Listen, Mr McGarry.
You got a heart.
-Look at his smile.
The one thing I couldn't
get him to do.
Yeah. It's just wonderful.
I feel like togetherness.
All right. Let's get out there.
Here you are, seven.
Go suit up.
Togetherness.
Play ball.
All right, I'm a reasonable man,
I'll listen to anything.
As you well know, doctor,
But maybe you can tell me...
How one minute he can look
like three Bob Fellers...
and the next like a tanker
with nothing.
Casey, how you can pitch nine balls
and allow four singles...
two doubles, two triples
and a home run.
Shall I tell him, Casey?
-Well, somebody tell me.
Casey's got a heart.
-So what?
The thing is, I just couldn't
strike those poor fellows out.
I didn't have it in me to do that,
to hurt their feelings.
I felt compassion.
-That's. See how he smiles?
Give a man a heart,
particularly someone like Casey...
who hasn't been around long enough...
competitiveness or drive or ego.
That's what happens.
I'm sorry, Mr McGarry.
I just can't hurt fellows' careers.
Dr Stillman thinks I should go into
social work. I want to help people.
Bye.
I know somebody he can
help for a start. Me.
Perhaps you'd like to keep
Casey's blueprints.
A little memento might cheer you up.
Goodbye.
Hey, doc,
Wait a minute.
Doc. Wait a minute.
Hey, doc.
Once upon a time there was a baseball
team called the Hoboken Zephyrs.
In their last year they wound up
last place and wound up in oblivion.
There's a rumor,
that a manager named McGarry...
took them to the west coast and wound
up with a couple of championships.
This team had a pitching
staff that made history.
Of course, none of
them smiled very much.
But it happens to be a fact
they pitched like nothing human.
If you want to know where they came
from, look under 'B' for Baseball...
in the Twilight Zone.
English Subtitles by
B. Cornelis - Pandorafilm - Heerlen