The Twilight Zone (1959–1964): Season 3, Episode 11 - Still Valley - full transcript
In June 1863, Confederate soldiers come across a warlock who can help bring victory to the Southern cause.
( theme music playing)
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.
THE TIME IS 1863, THE
PLACE THE STATE OF VIRGINIA.
THE EVENT IS A BLOODLETTING
KNOWN AS THE CIVIL WAR
A TRAGIC MOMENT IN TIME
WHEN A NATION WAS
SPLIT INTO TWO FRAGMENTS,
EACH FRAGMENT
DEEMING ITSELF A NATION.
WHAT IS IT?
I THOUGHT I HEARD SOMETHING.
YANKS?
I DON'T HEAR 'EM NO MORE.
DAUGER, YOU FIGURE
THIS WOULD FIRE
IF YOU WAS TO PRESS THE TRIGGER?
I RECKON.
WHAT'S THE IDEA, PARADINE?
THE IDEA IS, DAUGER,
YOU AIN'T A RIGHT ARM
TO ME OR A LEFT ARM.
YOU'RE JUST SOME EXTRA BAGGAGE
THAT BREATHES HARD
AND SPLITS MY RATIONS.
YOU FIGURE YOU'LL SHAPE
UP BY THE END OF THE WAR?
I CAN'T HELP IT!
IT USED TO...
IT USED TO BE I NEVER
GIVE IT ANY THOUGHT.
IT USED TO BE LIKE
IT WAS SOME KIND OF GAME
WE WAS PLAYING LIKE KIDS.
KING OF THE MOUNTAIN.
HIDE AND GO SEEK.
BLIND MAN'S BLUFF.
BUT IT AIN'T THAT WAY
ANYMORE, PARADINE.
I SEEN TOO MUCH
OF THIS BUSINESS.
I WAS AT THE SECOND MANASSAS.
YOU HAVEN'T GOT
A NERVE IN YOUR BODY, HAVE YOU?
JUST AS MANY AS YOU, SON.
FROM HEAD TO BOOT.
ONLY I DON'T CONCERN
MYSELF AS MUCH AS YOU.
YOU'RE WORRYING ABOUT DEAD MEN
AND LOST BATTLES.
THAT'S JUST TOO
MUCH AREA TO FRET IN.
I'M WORRYING ABOUT
TWO SCOUTS ON A MISSION,
AND A DIRTY PIECE
OF BROWN PAPER.
IT SAYS THE YANKS ARE
GOING TO TAKE UP A POSITION
IN THE CHANO VALLEY.
WE GOT TO SCOUT
THEM AND REPORT BACK
AS SOON AS THEY
GET INTO THAT TOWN
DOWN THERE BELOW.
( horse whinnying in distance)
( men shouting in distance)
YANKS?
Paradine: YANKS, PROBABLY.
HORSES, POSITIVE.
HOW MANY?
( men shouting,
horses whinnying)
IT'S A PATROL, I FIGURE.
20, 30 MEN.
( shouting and
whinnying abruptly stops)
THAT'S FUNNY.
WHAT IS?
WELL, I KNOW I HEARD HORSES,
AND IT'S COMING FROM DOWN THERE.
THEY'RE YANKS.
AIN'T NO QUESTION ABOUT THAT.
LISTEN, JOE, WE'RE
EXPOSING OURSELVES HERE.
THIS IS NO PLACE TO
STAND OUT IN THE OPEN.
IF THEY ARE YANKS,
THEY'D BE IN THAT TOWN
DOWN THERE BY NOW.
BE AS NOISY AS A COUNTY FAIR.
THERE AIN'T A SOUND ANYMORE.
RECKON I BETTER GET DOWN THERE
AND TAKE A CLOSE LOOK.
LISTEN, JOE... LET'S PULL OUT.
I DON'T LIKE IT.
YOU HEARD 'EM.
WE FOUND OUT WHAT
WE HAD TO FIND OUT...
THE YANKEES ARE IN THE VALLEY.
SO WE GO BACK AND REPORT.
WHAT'S THE POINT IN
GOING DOWN THERE?
THE POINT IS WE GOT
TO COUNT THEIR HEADS,
THEIR HORSES AND THEIR GUNS.
WE GOT TO GET A LOOK AT
THEIR REGIMENTAL NUMBER.
THAT ENOUGH POINT
FOR YOU, MR. DAUGER?
I DON'T CARE.
I JUST DON'T CARE ANYMORE.
I ONLY GOT ONE BIG MISSION LEFT
AND THAT'S TO STAY ALIVE.
ALL RIGHT, I SAY WE GO
DOWN IN THAT VALLEY.
AND WE WAVE A SHIRT AND
THROW DOWN OUR CARBINES.
MR. DAUGER, I EXTEND MY SYMPATHY
SO LONG AS YOUR YELLOW
EATS AT YOUR INSIDES.
BUT WHEN IT CRAWLS
INTO MY BIVOUAC
AND TRIES TO CLIMB
UP ON MY HORSE,
I WITHDRAW MY SYMPATHY
AND GIVE YOU THE
BACK OF MY HAND.
SO FAR, YOU AND ME PLEDGE
NOTHING TO THE CONFEDERACY
EXCEPT A LACK OF
SLEEP AND EMPTY BELLIES.
BUT THERE'S A COUPLE OF
HUNDRED THOUSAND OTHERS
PLEDGED A LOT MORE.
YOU'RE MAKING IT APPEAR
LIKE THEY DID IT FOR NOTHING.
NOW YOU STAY HERE.
IF YOU HEAR A SHOT,
YOU GET BACK TO THE
LIEUTENANT AT A FAST GALLOP
'CAUSE THAT WILL MEAN
THEY'RE DOWN THERE IN FORCE.
AND YOU TELL HIM WHAT HAPPENED.
IF YOU HAVEN'T HEARD
FROM ME IN 15 MINUTES,
YOU GET BACK THERE ANYWAY.
LISTEN, YOU GOING
DOWN THERE ALONE?
JUST ME AND THIS BRAVE HORSE.
FOR WANT OF ANYTHING ELSE.
THIS IS JOSEPH PARADINE,
CONFEDERATE CAVALRY,
AS HE HEADS DOWN
TOWARD A SMALL TOWN
IN THE MIDDLE OF A VALLEY.
BUT VERY SHORTLY,
JOSEPH PARADINE WILL MAKE
CONTACT WITH THE ENEMY.
HE WILL ALSO MAKE
CONTACT WITH AN OUTPOST
NOT FOUND ON A MILITARY MAP...
AN OUTPOST CALLED
THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
( horse snorts softly)
( bell tolling)
( tolling continues)
( tolling stops)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
HEY!
HEY, YANK!
SLEEPING.
MUST BE SLEEPING
OR ARE YOU DEAD?
ARE YOU DEAD?!
PLAGUE MAYBE.
SOME KIND OF SICKNESS.
BUT THAT WOULD TAKE HOURS.
YOU WOULDN'T ALL BE LIKE THIS.
NOT ALL AT THE SAME TIME.
MUST BE ASLEEP.
NO WOUNDS.
NOT A SIGN OF BLOOD.
WAKE UP.
WAKE UP.
GO ON.
WAKE UP, GO AHEAD.
YOU AREN'T DEAD.
NONE OF YOU ARE DEAD.
WAKE UP, YANKS!
NONE OF YOU ARE DEAD!
ALL RIGHT, YANKS,
YOU'RE ALL MY PRISONERS!
COME ON, YANKS!
YOU'RE ALL MY PRISONERS!
( birds chirping)
WELL, YOU COME
TO THE RIGHT PLACE.
YOU SURE COME TO
THE RIGHT PLACE, BOYS.
FOOD, CLOTHING.
AMMUNITION.
WHAT YOU GOT IS WHAT WE NEED.
YOU HEAR ME, YANK?
YOU COME TO THE RIGHT VALLEY.
NOTHING AROUND HERE
BUT HUNGRY CONFEDERATES.
I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND.
WHAT'S HAPPENED TO YOU?
WHY ARE YOU...
WHY ARE YOU ALL QUIET LIKE THIS?
NONE OF YOU CAN SPEAK?
NONE OF YOU CAN MOVE.
FIRST MEAT I'VE HAD IN A
COUPLE OF MONTHS, YOU HEAR?
WIND... MUST BE THE WIND.
IT HAS TO BE THE WIND.
( clattering)
ALL RIGHT, IN THERE,
YOU'D BEST COME OUT NOW.
YOU HEAR?
YOU'D BETTER COME
OUT NOW OR I'M COMING IN.
( footsteps approaching)
OH, WELL, OLD MAN.
YOU DON'T KNOW HOW CLOSE
YOU COME TO DYING JUST THEN.
NOW, YOU'D BETTER TELL ME
JUST WHO YOU ARE AND
WHAT YOU'RE DOING HERE.
I WAS JUST ABOUT
TO ASK YOU FOR THE
SAME INFORMATION, SON.
WHEN I FIRST SEEN YOU
COMING UP THE STREET,
I THOUGHT YOU WAS A YANK.
YOU DON'T KNOW HOW
CLOSE YOU COME TO DYING.
WHAT WAS YOU GOING TO
USE, GRANDPA, THAT BOOK?
THAT'S A PRETTY HEAVY
THING TO BE THROWING.
THIS BOOK,
BUT I WASN'T
AIMING TO THROW IT...
JUST USE IT... LIKE
I USED IT ON THEM.
I DONE THAT, YOU KNOW.
PUT THEM ALL TO SLEEP.
YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME, DO YOU?
YOU THINK I'M LYING.
I AIN'T CALLED YOU NO LIAR.
SOMETHING HAPPENED TO 'EM,
BUT THERE MUST BE SOME
NATURAL EXPLANATION.
THEY JUST
COULDN'T... ( cackling)
"NATURAL EXPLANATION."
NOW, DON'T THAT TAKE ALL.
THIS HERE'S WHAT DONE IT.
THIS HERE BOOK.
THAT WASN'T BRIGHT OF YOU.
THAT WASN'T BRIGHT
OF YOU AT ALL.
Paradine: LISTEN, OLD MAN.
YOU MAY BE HARMLESS ENOUGH,
BUT I GOT NO TIME
TO FIDDLE AROUND
WITH BLACK MAGIC
OR ANY OTHER OLD MEN'S GAMES.
GAMES?
GAMES, YOU CALL IT?
WHEN THERE IN FRONT OF
YOU STANDS THE ENEMY?
NOT EVEN A TWITCH?
NOT EVEN A MOVE IN THE EYEBALL?
WELL!
( groaning)
"YE SOLDIER, CONJURED HERE
"IN THE NAME OF THE
PRINCE OF DARKNESS,
YE SHALL REMAIN SILENT AND..."
NOW, LISTEN, OLD MAN..!
HOW 'BOUT IT NOW, JOHNNY REB?
YOU BELIEVE ME?
I RECKON YOU BELIEVE ME NOW
BEING AS YOU CAN'T
MOVE A MUSCLE.
BEING AS YOU
CAN'T SPEAK EVEN A WORD OUT LOUD
YOU'RE JUST GOING TO HAVE
TO STAND THERE AND LISTEN TO...
LISTEN TO ME SPEAK AT YOU.
OH, I KNOW YOU CAN STILL HEAR ME
'CAUSE I ONLY USED
HALF THE POWER.
MY NAME'S TEAGUE.
I LIVED DOWN YON BY THE CREEK.
( laughs)
I'M A WITCHMAN, LIKE
MY PAPPY 'FORE ME.
HE WAS THE SEVENTH
SON OF A SEVENTH SON,
AND I WAS HIS SEVENTH SON.
I KNOW CONJURE STUFF
FORWARD AND BACKWARD
AND UP AND DOWN.
IT'S MY LIVING.
AND THEN THE YANKS COME
AND ALL THE PEOPLE
RUN AFORE 'EM... 'CEPT ME.
INVADERS!
TYRANTS!
THIEVING SKUNKS TO BOOT!
BUT I FIXED THEM.
I DIDN'T DO NO LA-DI-DA.
I OPENED THE BOOK,
AND I READ THE WORDS,
AND YOU CAN SEE WHAT
HAPPENED TO THEM.
NOW... NOW, YOU LISTEN
TO ME, JOHNNY REB.
YOUR... YOUR SECESSION...
YOU FIGHT THE YANKS.
NOW, YOU BE GOOD AND
DON'T GIVE ME NO ARGUMENT...
BLINK YOUR RIGHT EYE.
( chuckling)
NOW YOU'LL BE ABLE TO MOVE AGAIN
AS SOON AS I READ THE WORDS.
"YE SOLDIER, CONJURED HERE
"IN THE NAME OF THE
PRINCE OF DARKNESS,
YE CAN NOW MOVE AND SPEAK."
( chuckling)
HYPNOTISM.
HYPNOTISM?
HYPNOTISM?!
THIS IS CONJURE STUFF.
( grunting)
AND WHAT I DONE TO THEM YANKS,
I CAN DO TO THE
WHOLE UNION ARMY...
FREEZE 'EM ALL IN THEIR TRACKS.
I CAN OPEN UP A
PATH TO WASHINGTON
SO THAT BOBBY LEE
COULD RIDE IN THERE
WITH THREE CONFEDERATE
TROOPERS AND TAKE OVER
THE WHOLE COUNTRY.
MAGIC.
YOU CLAIM IT'S MAGIC.
I DON'T CLAIM IT.
I SAY IT.
IT IS MAGIC.
IT'S WHAT I READ IN THE BOOK
AND NOW... YOU SEEN IT.
YOU FELT IT.
YOU MEAN YOU COULD...
YOU COULD DO THIS
TO THE WHOLE UNION ARMY?
COULD AND WOULD.
COULD AND WOULD.
WHY DON'T YOU, OLD MAN?
WHY DON'T YOU?
FOR ONE GOOD REASON,
ONE GOOD REASON ONLY.
I'M GOIN' TO DIE.
MM. I'M GOIN' TO DIE
AFORE THE SUN GOES DOWN.
I GOT A FEELIN' IN MY BONES.
I CAN SMELL DEATH,
AND HEAR IT COMIN'
ON A WHITE HORSE
GALLOPING STRAIGHT AT ME,
GALLOPING, GALLOPING
STRAIGHT AT ME.
OLD MR. DEATH
COME TO PLUCK ME
OUT OF THE LIVIN'.
SO I AIN'T GOIN' TO BE AROUND
TO DO WHAT'S GOT TO BE DONE.
I'M LEAVING IT UP TO YOU.
ME?
I CAN TELL ABOUT A MAN'S
LOOKS, HIS EYES, HIS HEAD,
HOLD ON HIS WEAPON.
I CAN TELL ALL ABOUT THAT MAN...
AND I'M CHOOSING YOU.
YOU CAN FIND EVERYTHING
YOU NEED IN THIS BOOK...
SPELLS, TALISMAN,
CURSES, EVERYTHING.
HERE.
TAKE IT.
DON'T SEEM RIGHT.
DON'T SEEM RIGHT AT ALL.
THERE'S SOMETHING...
SOMETHING UNCLEAN,
LIKE BEING IN LEAGUE
WITH THE... THAT'S IT.
YOU GOT IT RIGHT, JOHNNY REB.
YOU SAID IT LIKE IT'S
GOT TO BE SAID: THE DEVIL.
THAT'S WHO YOU'RE
IN LEAGUE WITH,
THE DEVIL HIMSELF.
THAT'S WHO WE'LL HAVE
FIGHTING ON OUR SIDE: THE DEVIL.
THE DEVIL.
THE DEVIL.
THE DEVIL.
( hoofbeats approaching)
HALT. WHO GOES THERE?
PARADINE, TROOP SCOUT.
ADVANCE AND BE RECOGNIZED.
Lieutenant: YOU'VE BEEN
GONE A LONG TIME, PARADINE.
WE GIVE YOU UP,
DEAD OR PRISONER BY THIS TIME.
NEITHER, LIEUTENANT.
NOT TIME FOR EITHER
OF IT, IT APPEARS.
WELL, A MAN'S GOT TO
DO HIS READING, DON'T HE.
WELL, OUT WITH IT, MAN.
WHAT'D YOU SEE?
MORE'N YOU'D
BELIEVE, LIEUTENANT.
WHERE WAS THEIR ADVANCE PARTY?
WE HAVEN'T HEARD A SOUND
FROM THAT VALLEY ALL DAY.
THEIR ADVANCE
PARTY'S IN THAT TOWN,
AND THE MAIN BODY'S
SPREAD OUT BEHIND.
ARE YOU DRUNK OR SOMETHING?
NOW, THERE HASN'T BEEN A
SOUND FROM DOWN THERE ALL DAY,
NOT A SOUND.
LIEUTENANT, YOU GOT
EVERY RIGHT TO CALL ME MAD,
BUT THE REASON YOU
DIDN'T HEAR 'EM IS...
IS THEY'RE ALL ASLEEP.
PUT TO SLEEP BY
MAGIC... BLACK MAGIC.
IT'S RIGHT HERE IN THIS BOOK.
A LITTLE OLD MAN BY THE
NAME OF TEAGUE... HE DONE IT.
PARADINE, THE ORDER'S OUT.
YOU'RE TO TAKE YOURSELF TO BED.
YOU'RE TO SLEEP THE NIGHT.
MAKE YOUR REPORT
TO ME IN THE MORNING.
THIS IS MY REPORT, LIEUTENANT.
WHERE'S MALLORY'S TROOP?
THEY WENT UP THE NORTH
RIDGE LATE THIS MORNING.
YEAH, THERE'S A GROUP OF YANKEES
CAMPED UP THERE, WASN'T THERE?
COMPANY STRENGTH
AT LEAST, WASN'T THERE?
THAT'S WHAT WE FIGURED?
BUT WHAT'S THAT GOT
TO DO WITH ALL THIS?
ON THE WAY BACK
HERE, LIEUTENANT, I...
I... I OPENED THE BOOK,
AND I READ FROM A PAGE OF IT.
Sentry: HALT. WHO GOES THERE?
I CONJURED UP A SPELL, AND I...
AND I TURNED IT IN THE
DIRECTION OF THAT RIDGE.
( hoofbeats approaching)
Lieutenant: MALLORY,
PARADINE SAYS...
I-I JUST SEEN SOMETHING
I-I CAN'T EXPLAIN
NO MORE'N ANY OF
MY MEN CAN EXPLAIN IT,
BUT THEY SEEN IT TOO.
WE WAS WALKING UP THAT
RIDGE IN THE SCRIMMAGE LINE
SCARED OUT OF OUR BOOTS,
'CAUSE IT WAS SO QUIET.
WE THOUGHT THEM YANKEES
WAS WAITING FOR US
JUST BEYOND THE PARAPET.
YEAH, THEY WAS
WAITING, ALL RIGHT...
STANDING STRAIGHT
AND TALL, GUNS TO PORT,
FROZEN LIKE STATUES.
DEAD?
NOT DEAD.
NOT DEAD AND NOT ALIVE.
JUST FROZEN
STOCK-STILL LIKE ROCKS.
LIEUTENANT, THIS DONE IT.
PARADINE, THIS IS
THE DEVIL'S WORK.
WELL, WHAT'S THIS ALL ABOUT?
THIS BOOK... AN OLD MAN
GIVE IT TO ME IN TOWN.
IT IS THE DEVIL'S WORK.
I KNOW THAT.
BUT MAYBE IT'S TIME WE
CALLED MUSTER ON THE DEVIL.
MAYBE IT'S THE ONLY
THING LEFT FOR US.
WE AIN'T GOT ENOUGH GUNS.
WE AIN'T GOT ENOUGH FOOD.
WE AIN'T GOT ENOUGH OF ANYTHING.
WE'RE LOSING, LIEUTENANT.
THE CONFEDERACY'S
CRACKING UP INTO LITTLE PIECES
RIGHT IN FRONT OF OUR EYES.
IT'S BLEEDING TO
DEATH EVERY DAY.
WE AIN'T GOT ENOUGH BLOOD
LEFT TO MAKE A CHANGE.
I DON'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT SATAN,
BUT THIS CAUSE OF OURS IS...
IS DYING RIGHT IN FRONT OF US.
PARADINE, OPEN UP THE BOOK
AND READ FROM IT OUT LOUD.
MAKE IT GOOD FOR EVERY
UNION SOLDIER IN THE FIELD.
FREEZE 'EM. PUT 'EM INTO
THE EARTH OR SOMETHING,
BUT MAKE IT GOOD.
"SATAN... SATAN,
I CALL UPON YOU,
"AND IN SO DOING I
REVOKE THE NAME OF..."
GO ON, JOE, READ IT.
HE CALLS UPON US TO
REVOKE THE NAME OF GOD.
LEAVE IT BE, DAUGER.
YOU SAID YOURSELF
IT'S THE ONLY THING WE GOT LEFT.
Lieutenant: HE'S
RIGHT, PARADINE.
GOD HELP US, THAT
IS ALL WE HAVE LEFT.
WHAT DO WE CALL 'EM?
DAMN YANKEES,
DON'T WE, LIEUTENANT?
THAT'S THE PHRASE,
AIN'T IT... "DAMN YANKS"?
IF I READ ALOUD FROM THIS BOOK,
IT'LL BE THE CONFEDERACY
THAT'S DAMNED.
IT'S THAT BOOK OR IT'S THE END.
THEN LET IT BE THE END!
IF IT MUST COME, LET IT COME.
IF THIS CAUSE IS TO BE BURIED
LET IT BE PUT IN
HALLOWED GROUND.
LET IT BE PUT IN
HALLOWED GROUND.
ON THE FOLLOWING
MORNING, SERGEANT PARADINE
AND THE REST OF THESE
MEN WERE MOVED UP NORTH
TO A LITTLE TOWN
IN PENNSYLVANIA,
AN OBSCURE LITTLE PLACE
WHERE A BATTLE WAS BREWING,
A TOWN CALLED GETTYSBURG,
AND THIS ONE WAS FOUGHT
WITHOUT THE HELP OF THE
DEVIL... SMALL HISTORICAL NOTE
NOT TO BE FOUND
IN ANY KNOWN BOOKS
BUT PART OF THE RECORDS
IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
Announcer: ROD SERLING,
CREATOR OF THE TWILIGHT ZONE,
WILL TELL YOU ABOUT
NEXT WEEK'S STORY
AFTER THIS MESSAGE.
AND NOW, MR. SERLING.
NEXT WEEK ON THE TWILIGHT ZONE
WE ONCE AGAIN BORROW THE
TALENTS OF MR. CHARLES BEAUMONT
WHO'S WRITTEN A
SCRIPT ESPECIALLY FOR US
CALLED "THE JUNGLE."
NOW THIS IS DESIGNED
FOR THE REASONABLY
IMPRESSIONABLE AMONGST YOU
WHO FIND NOTHING TO LAUGH ABOUT
WHEN SOMEBODY MENTIONS
THE WORDS "BLACK MAGIC."
MR. JOHN DEHNER STARS IN
ANOTHER SMALL EXCURSION
INTO THE DARKER REGIONS
OF THE IMAGINATION.
NEXT WEEK, "THE JUNGLE."
THIS IS JAMES ARNESS.
YOU KNOW, IT'S ONLY A SHORT HOP
FROM THE TWILIGHT ZONE
TO DODGE CITY IN GUNSMOKE.
SATURDAY NIGHTS OVER
MOST OF THESE STATIONS.
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.
THE TIME IS 1863, THE
PLACE THE STATE OF VIRGINIA.
THE EVENT IS A BLOODLETTING
KNOWN AS THE CIVIL WAR
A TRAGIC MOMENT IN TIME
WHEN A NATION WAS
SPLIT INTO TWO FRAGMENTS,
EACH FRAGMENT
DEEMING ITSELF A NATION.
WHAT IS IT?
I THOUGHT I HEARD SOMETHING.
YANKS?
I DON'T HEAR 'EM NO MORE.
DAUGER, YOU FIGURE
THIS WOULD FIRE
IF YOU WAS TO PRESS THE TRIGGER?
I RECKON.
WHAT'S THE IDEA, PARADINE?
THE IDEA IS, DAUGER,
YOU AIN'T A RIGHT ARM
TO ME OR A LEFT ARM.
YOU'RE JUST SOME EXTRA BAGGAGE
THAT BREATHES HARD
AND SPLITS MY RATIONS.
YOU FIGURE YOU'LL SHAPE
UP BY THE END OF THE WAR?
I CAN'T HELP IT!
IT USED TO...
IT USED TO BE I NEVER
GIVE IT ANY THOUGHT.
IT USED TO BE LIKE
IT WAS SOME KIND OF GAME
WE WAS PLAYING LIKE KIDS.
KING OF THE MOUNTAIN.
HIDE AND GO SEEK.
BLIND MAN'S BLUFF.
BUT IT AIN'T THAT WAY
ANYMORE, PARADINE.
I SEEN TOO MUCH
OF THIS BUSINESS.
I WAS AT THE SECOND MANASSAS.
YOU HAVEN'T GOT
A NERVE IN YOUR BODY, HAVE YOU?
JUST AS MANY AS YOU, SON.
FROM HEAD TO BOOT.
ONLY I DON'T CONCERN
MYSELF AS MUCH AS YOU.
YOU'RE WORRYING ABOUT DEAD MEN
AND LOST BATTLES.
THAT'S JUST TOO
MUCH AREA TO FRET IN.
I'M WORRYING ABOUT
TWO SCOUTS ON A MISSION,
AND A DIRTY PIECE
OF BROWN PAPER.
IT SAYS THE YANKS ARE
GOING TO TAKE UP A POSITION
IN THE CHANO VALLEY.
WE GOT TO SCOUT
THEM AND REPORT BACK
AS SOON AS THEY
GET INTO THAT TOWN
DOWN THERE BELOW.
( horse whinnying in distance)
( men shouting in distance)
YANKS?
Paradine: YANKS, PROBABLY.
HORSES, POSITIVE.
HOW MANY?
( men shouting,
horses whinnying)
IT'S A PATROL, I FIGURE.
20, 30 MEN.
( shouting and
whinnying abruptly stops)
THAT'S FUNNY.
WHAT IS?
WELL, I KNOW I HEARD HORSES,
AND IT'S COMING FROM DOWN THERE.
THEY'RE YANKS.
AIN'T NO QUESTION ABOUT THAT.
LISTEN, JOE, WE'RE
EXPOSING OURSELVES HERE.
THIS IS NO PLACE TO
STAND OUT IN THE OPEN.
IF THEY ARE YANKS,
THEY'D BE IN THAT TOWN
DOWN THERE BY NOW.
BE AS NOISY AS A COUNTY FAIR.
THERE AIN'T A SOUND ANYMORE.
RECKON I BETTER GET DOWN THERE
AND TAKE A CLOSE LOOK.
LISTEN, JOE... LET'S PULL OUT.
I DON'T LIKE IT.
YOU HEARD 'EM.
WE FOUND OUT WHAT
WE HAD TO FIND OUT...
THE YANKEES ARE IN THE VALLEY.
SO WE GO BACK AND REPORT.
WHAT'S THE POINT IN
GOING DOWN THERE?
THE POINT IS WE GOT
TO COUNT THEIR HEADS,
THEIR HORSES AND THEIR GUNS.
WE GOT TO GET A LOOK AT
THEIR REGIMENTAL NUMBER.
THAT ENOUGH POINT
FOR YOU, MR. DAUGER?
I DON'T CARE.
I JUST DON'T CARE ANYMORE.
I ONLY GOT ONE BIG MISSION LEFT
AND THAT'S TO STAY ALIVE.
ALL RIGHT, I SAY WE GO
DOWN IN THAT VALLEY.
AND WE WAVE A SHIRT AND
THROW DOWN OUR CARBINES.
MR. DAUGER, I EXTEND MY SYMPATHY
SO LONG AS YOUR YELLOW
EATS AT YOUR INSIDES.
BUT WHEN IT CRAWLS
INTO MY BIVOUAC
AND TRIES TO CLIMB
UP ON MY HORSE,
I WITHDRAW MY SYMPATHY
AND GIVE YOU THE
BACK OF MY HAND.
SO FAR, YOU AND ME PLEDGE
NOTHING TO THE CONFEDERACY
EXCEPT A LACK OF
SLEEP AND EMPTY BELLIES.
BUT THERE'S A COUPLE OF
HUNDRED THOUSAND OTHERS
PLEDGED A LOT MORE.
YOU'RE MAKING IT APPEAR
LIKE THEY DID IT FOR NOTHING.
NOW YOU STAY HERE.
IF YOU HEAR A SHOT,
YOU GET BACK TO THE
LIEUTENANT AT A FAST GALLOP
'CAUSE THAT WILL MEAN
THEY'RE DOWN THERE IN FORCE.
AND YOU TELL HIM WHAT HAPPENED.
IF YOU HAVEN'T HEARD
FROM ME IN 15 MINUTES,
YOU GET BACK THERE ANYWAY.
LISTEN, YOU GOING
DOWN THERE ALONE?
JUST ME AND THIS BRAVE HORSE.
FOR WANT OF ANYTHING ELSE.
THIS IS JOSEPH PARADINE,
CONFEDERATE CAVALRY,
AS HE HEADS DOWN
TOWARD A SMALL TOWN
IN THE MIDDLE OF A VALLEY.
BUT VERY SHORTLY,
JOSEPH PARADINE WILL MAKE
CONTACT WITH THE ENEMY.
HE WILL ALSO MAKE
CONTACT WITH AN OUTPOST
NOT FOUND ON A MILITARY MAP...
AN OUTPOST CALLED
THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
( horse snorts softly)
( bell tolling)
( tolling continues)
( tolling stops)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
HEY!
HEY, YANK!
SLEEPING.
MUST BE SLEEPING
OR ARE YOU DEAD?
ARE YOU DEAD?!
PLAGUE MAYBE.
SOME KIND OF SICKNESS.
BUT THAT WOULD TAKE HOURS.
YOU WOULDN'T ALL BE LIKE THIS.
NOT ALL AT THE SAME TIME.
MUST BE ASLEEP.
NO WOUNDS.
NOT A SIGN OF BLOOD.
WAKE UP.
WAKE UP.
GO ON.
WAKE UP, GO AHEAD.
YOU AREN'T DEAD.
NONE OF YOU ARE DEAD.
WAKE UP, YANKS!
NONE OF YOU ARE DEAD!
ALL RIGHT, YANKS,
YOU'RE ALL MY PRISONERS!
COME ON, YANKS!
YOU'RE ALL MY PRISONERS!
( birds chirping)
WELL, YOU COME
TO THE RIGHT PLACE.
YOU SURE COME TO
THE RIGHT PLACE, BOYS.
FOOD, CLOTHING.
AMMUNITION.
WHAT YOU GOT IS WHAT WE NEED.
YOU HEAR ME, YANK?
YOU COME TO THE RIGHT VALLEY.
NOTHING AROUND HERE
BUT HUNGRY CONFEDERATES.
I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND.
WHAT'S HAPPENED TO YOU?
WHY ARE YOU...
WHY ARE YOU ALL QUIET LIKE THIS?
NONE OF YOU CAN SPEAK?
NONE OF YOU CAN MOVE.
FIRST MEAT I'VE HAD IN A
COUPLE OF MONTHS, YOU HEAR?
WIND... MUST BE THE WIND.
IT HAS TO BE THE WIND.
( clattering)
ALL RIGHT, IN THERE,
YOU'D BEST COME OUT NOW.
YOU HEAR?
YOU'D BETTER COME
OUT NOW OR I'M COMING IN.
( footsteps approaching)
OH, WELL, OLD MAN.
YOU DON'T KNOW HOW CLOSE
YOU COME TO DYING JUST THEN.
NOW, YOU'D BETTER TELL ME
JUST WHO YOU ARE AND
WHAT YOU'RE DOING HERE.
I WAS JUST ABOUT
TO ASK YOU FOR THE
SAME INFORMATION, SON.
WHEN I FIRST SEEN YOU
COMING UP THE STREET,
I THOUGHT YOU WAS A YANK.
YOU DON'T KNOW HOW
CLOSE YOU COME TO DYING.
WHAT WAS YOU GOING TO
USE, GRANDPA, THAT BOOK?
THAT'S A PRETTY HEAVY
THING TO BE THROWING.
THIS BOOK,
BUT I WASN'T
AIMING TO THROW IT...
JUST USE IT... LIKE
I USED IT ON THEM.
I DONE THAT, YOU KNOW.
PUT THEM ALL TO SLEEP.
YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME, DO YOU?
YOU THINK I'M LYING.
I AIN'T CALLED YOU NO LIAR.
SOMETHING HAPPENED TO 'EM,
BUT THERE MUST BE SOME
NATURAL EXPLANATION.
THEY JUST
COULDN'T... ( cackling)
"NATURAL EXPLANATION."
NOW, DON'T THAT TAKE ALL.
THIS HERE'S WHAT DONE IT.
THIS HERE BOOK.
THAT WASN'T BRIGHT OF YOU.
THAT WASN'T BRIGHT
OF YOU AT ALL.
Paradine: LISTEN, OLD MAN.
YOU MAY BE HARMLESS ENOUGH,
BUT I GOT NO TIME
TO FIDDLE AROUND
WITH BLACK MAGIC
OR ANY OTHER OLD MEN'S GAMES.
GAMES?
GAMES, YOU CALL IT?
WHEN THERE IN FRONT OF
YOU STANDS THE ENEMY?
NOT EVEN A TWITCH?
NOT EVEN A MOVE IN THE EYEBALL?
WELL!
( groaning)
"YE SOLDIER, CONJURED HERE
"IN THE NAME OF THE
PRINCE OF DARKNESS,
YE SHALL REMAIN SILENT AND..."
NOW, LISTEN, OLD MAN..!
HOW 'BOUT IT NOW, JOHNNY REB?
YOU BELIEVE ME?
I RECKON YOU BELIEVE ME NOW
BEING AS YOU CAN'T
MOVE A MUSCLE.
BEING AS YOU
CAN'T SPEAK EVEN A WORD OUT LOUD
YOU'RE JUST GOING TO HAVE
TO STAND THERE AND LISTEN TO...
LISTEN TO ME SPEAK AT YOU.
OH, I KNOW YOU CAN STILL HEAR ME
'CAUSE I ONLY USED
HALF THE POWER.
MY NAME'S TEAGUE.
I LIVED DOWN YON BY THE CREEK.
( laughs)
I'M A WITCHMAN, LIKE
MY PAPPY 'FORE ME.
HE WAS THE SEVENTH
SON OF A SEVENTH SON,
AND I WAS HIS SEVENTH SON.
I KNOW CONJURE STUFF
FORWARD AND BACKWARD
AND UP AND DOWN.
IT'S MY LIVING.
AND THEN THE YANKS COME
AND ALL THE PEOPLE
RUN AFORE 'EM... 'CEPT ME.
INVADERS!
TYRANTS!
THIEVING SKUNKS TO BOOT!
BUT I FIXED THEM.
I DIDN'T DO NO LA-DI-DA.
I OPENED THE BOOK,
AND I READ THE WORDS,
AND YOU CAN SEE WHAT
HAPPENED TO THEM.
NOW... NOW, YOU LISTEN
TO ME, JOHNNY REB.
YOUR... YOUR SECESSION...
YOU FIGHT THE YANKS.
NOW, YOU BE GOOD AND
DON'T GIVE ME NO ARGUMENT...
BLINK YOUR RIGHT EYE.
( chuckling)
NOW YOU'LL BE ABLE TO MOVE AGAIN
AS SOON AS I READ THE WORDS.
"YE SOLDIER, CONJURED HERE
"IN THE NAME OF THE
PRINCE OF DARKNESS,
YE CAN NOW MOVE AND SPEAK."
( chuckling)
HYPNOTISM.
HYPNOTISM?
HYPNOTISM?!
THIS IS CONJURE STUFF.
( grunting)
AND WHAT I DONE TO THEM YANKS,
I CAN DO TO THE
WHOLE UNION ARMY...
FREEZE 'EM ALL IN THEIR TRACKS.
I CAN OPEN UP A
PATH TO WASHINGTON
SO THAT BOBBY LEE
COULD RIDE IN THERE
WITH THREE CONFEDERATE
TROOPERS AND TAKE OVER
THE WHOLE COUNTRY.
MAGIC.
YOU CLAIM IT'S MAGIC.
I DON'T CLAIM IT.
I SAY IT.
IT IS MAGIC.
IT'S WHAT I READ IN THE BOOK
AND NOW... YOU SEEN IT.
YOU FELT IT.
YOU MEAN YOU COULD...
YOU COULD DO THIS
TO THE WHOLE UNION ARMY?
COULD AND WOULD.
COULD AND WOULD.
WHY DON'T YOU, OLD MAN?
WHY DON'T YOU?
FOR ONE GOOD REASON,
ONE GOOD REASON ONLY.
I'M GOIN' TO DIE.
MM. I'M GOIN' TO DIE
AFORE THE SUN GOES DOWN.
I GOT A FEELIN' IN MY BONES.
I CAN SMELL DEATH,
AND HEAR IT COMIN'
ON A WHITE HORSE
GALLOPING STRAIGHT AT ME,
GALLOPING, GALLOPING
STRAIGHT AT ME.
OLD MR. DEATH
COME TO PLUCK ME
OUT OF THE LIVIN'.
SO I AIN'T GOIN' TO BE AROUND
TO DO WHAT'S GOT TO BE DONE.
I'M LEAVING IT UP TO YOU.
ME?
I CAN TELL ABOUT A MAN'S
LOOKS, HIS EYES, HIS HEAD,
HOLD ON HIS WEAPON.
I CAN TELL ALL ABOUT THAT MAN...
AND I'M CHOOSING YOU.
YOU CAN FIND EVERYTHING
YOU NEED IN THIS BOOK...
SPELLS, TALISMAN,
CURSES, EVERYTHING.
HERE.
TAKE IT.
DON'T SEEM RIGHT.
DON'T SEEM RIGHT AT ALL.
THERE'S SOMETHING...
SOMETHING UNCLEAN,
LIKE BEING IN LEAGUE
WITH THE... THAT'S IT.
YOU GOT IT RIGHT, JOHNNY REB.
YOU SAID IT LIKE IT'S
GOT TO BE SAID: THE DEVIL.
THAT'S WHO YOU'RE
IN LEAGUE WITH,
THE DEVIL HIMSELF.
THAT'S WHO WE'LL HAVE
FIGHTING ON OUR SIDE: THE DEVIL.
THE DEVIL.
THE DEVIL.
THE DEVIL.
( hoofbeats approaching)
HALT. WHO GOES THERE?
PARADINE, TROOP SCOUT.
ADVANCE AND BE RECOGNIZED.
Lieutenant: YOU'VE BEEN
GONE A LONG TIME, PARADINE.
WE GIVE YOU UP,
DEAD OR PRISONER BY THIS TIME.
NEITHER, LIEUTENANT.
NOT TIME FOR EITHER
OF IT, IT APPEARS.
WELL, A MAN'S GOT TO
DO HIS READING, DON'T HE.
WELL, OUT WITH IT, MAN.
WHAT'D YOU SEE?
MORE'N YOU'D
BELIEVE, LIEUTENANT.
WHERE WAS THEIR ADVANCE PARTY?
WE HAVEN'T HEARD A SOUND
FROM THAT VALLEY ALL DAY.
THEIR ADVANCE
PARTY'S IN THAT TOWN,
AND THE MAIN BODY'S
SPREAD OUT BEHIND.
ARE YOU DRUNK OR SOMETHING?
NOW, THERE HASN'T BEEN A
SOUND FROM DOWN THERE ALL DAY,
NOT A SOUND.
LIEUTENANT, YOU GOT
EVERY RIGHT TO CALL ME MAD,
BUT THE REASON YOU
DIDN'T HEAR 'EM IS...
IS THEY'RE ALL ASLEEP.
PUT TO SLEEP BY
MAGIC... BLACK MAGIC.
IT'S RIGHT HERE IN THIS BOOK.
A LITTLE OLD MAN BY THE
NAME OF TEAGUE... HE DONE IT.
PARADINE, THE ORDER'S OUT.
YOU'RE TO TAKE YOURSELF TO BED.
YOU'RE TO SLEEP THE NIGHT.
MAKE YOUR REPORT
TO ME IN THE MORNING.
THIS IS MY REPORT, LIEUTENANT.
WHERE'S MALLORY'S TROOP?
THEY WENT UP THE NORTH
RIDGE LATE THIS MORNING.
YEAH, THERE'S A GROUP OF YANKEES
CAMPED UP THERE, WASN'T THERE?
COMPANY STRENGTH
AT LEAST, WASN'T THERE?
THAT'S WHAT WE FIGURED?
BUT WHAT'S THAT GOT
TO DO WITH ALL THIS?
ON THE WAY BACK
HERE, LIEUTENANT, I...
I... I OPENED THE BOOK,
AND I READ FROM A PAGE OF IT.
Sentry: HALT. WHO GOES THERE?
I CONJURED UP A SPELL, AND I...
AND I TURNED IT IN THE
DIRECTION OF THAT RIDGE.
( hoofbeats approaching)
Lieutenant: MALLORY,
PARADINE SAYS...
I-I JUST SEEN SOMETHING
I-I CAN'T EXPLAIN
NO MORE'N ANY OF
MY MEN CAN EXPLAIN IT,
BUT THEY SEEN IT TOO.
WE WAS WALKING UP THAT
RIDGE IN THE SCRIMMAGE LINE
SCARED OUT OF OUR BOOTS,
'CAUSE IT WAS SO QUIET.
WE THOUGHT THEM YANKEES
WAS WAITING FOR US
JUST BEYOND THE PARAPET.
YEAH, THEY WAS
WAITING, ALL RIGHT...
STANDING STRAIGHT
AND TALL, GUNS TO PORT,
FROZEN LIKE STATUES.
DEAD?
NOT DEAD.
NOT DEAD AND NOT ALIVE.
JUST FROZEN
STOCK-STILL LIKE ROCKS.
LIEUTENANT, THIS DONE IT.
PARADINE, THIS IS
THE DEVIL'S WORK.
WELL, WHAT'S THIS ALL ABOUT?
THIS BOOK... AN OLD MAN
GIVE IT TO ME IN TOWN.
IT IS THE DEVIL'S WORK.
I KNOW THAT.
BUT MAYBE IT'S TIME WE
CALLED MUSTER ON THE DEVIL.
MAYBE IT'S THE ONLY
THING LEFT FOR US.
WE AIN'T GOT ENOUGH GUNS.
WE AIN'T GOT ENOUGH FOOD.
WE AIN'T GOT ENOUGH OF ANYTHING.
WE'RE LOSING, LIEUTENANT.
THE CONFEDERACY'S
CRACKING UP INTO LITTLE PIECES
RIGHT IN FRONT OF OUR EYES.
IT'S BLEEDING TO
DEATH EVERY DAY.
WE AIN'T GOT ENOUGH BLOOD
LEFT TO MAKE A CHANGE.
I DON'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT SATAN,
BUT THIS CAUSE OF OURS IS...
IS DYING RIGHT IN FRONT OF US.
PARADINE, OPEN UP THE BOOK
AND READ FROM IT OUT LOUD.
MAKE IT GOOD FOR EVERY
UNION SOLDIER IN THE FIELD.
FREEZE 'EM. PUT 'EM INTO
THE EARTH OR SOMETHING,
BUT MAKE IT GOOD.
"SATAN... SATAN,
I CALL UPON YOU,
"AND IN SO DOING I
REVOKE THE NAME OF..."
GO ON, JOE, READ IT.
HE CALLS UPON US TO
REVOKE THE NAME OF GOD.
LEAVE IT BE, DAUGER.
YOU SAID YOURSELF
IT'S THE ONLY THING WE GOT LEFT.
Lieutenant: HE'S
RIGHT, PARADINE.
GOD HELP US, THAT
IS ALL WE HAVE LEFT.
WHAT DO WE CALL 'EM?
DAMN YANKEES,
DON'T WE, LIEUTENANT?
THAT'S THE PHRASE,
AIN'T IT... "DAMN YANKS"?
IF I READ ALOUD FROM THIS BOOK,
IT'LL BE THE CONFEDERACY
THAT'S DAMNED.
IT'S THAT BOOK OR IT'S THE END.
THEN LET IT BE THE END!
IF IT MUST COME, LET IT COME.
IF THIS CAUSE IS TO BE BURIED
LET IT BE PUT IN
HALLOWED GROUND.
LET IT BE PUT IN
HALLOWED GROUND.
ON THE FOLLOWING
MORNING, SERGEANT PARADINE
AND THE REST OF THESE
MEN WERE MOVED UP NORTH
TO A LITTLE TOWN
IN PENNSYLVANIA,
AN OBSCURE LITTLE PLACE
WHERE A BATTLE WAS BREWING,
A TOWN CALLED GETTYSBURG,
AND THIS ONE WAS FOUGHT
WITHOUT THE HELP OF THE
DEVIL... SMALL HISTORICAL NOTE
NOT TO BE FOUND
IN ANY KNOWN BOOKS
BUT PART OF THE RECORDS
IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
Announcer: ROD SERLING,
CREATOR OF THE TWILIGHT ZONE,
WILL TELL YOU ABOUT
NEXT WEEK'S STORY
AFTER THIS MESSAGE.
AND NOW, MR. SERLING.
NEXT WEEK ON THE TWILIGHT ZONE
WE ONCE AGAIN BORROW THE
TALENTS OF MR. CHARLES BEAUMONT
WHO'S WRITTEN A
SCRIPT ESPECIALLY FOR US
CALLED "THE JUNGLE."
NOW THIS IS DESIGNED
FOR THE REASONABLY
IMPRESSIONABLE AMONGST YOU
WHO FIND NOTHING TO LAUGH ABOUT
WHEN SOMEBODY MENTIONS
THE WORDS "BLACK MAGIC."
MR. JOHN DEHNER STARS IN
ANOTHER SMALL EXCURSION
INTO THE DARKER REGIONS
OF THE IMAGINATION.
NEXT WEEK, "THE JUNGLE."
THIS IS JAMES ARNESS.
YOU KNOW, IT'S ONLY A SHORT HOP
FROM THE TWILIGHT ZONE
TO DODGE CITY IN GUNSMOKE.
SATURDAY NIGHTS OVER
MOST OF THESE STATIONS.