The Twilight Zone (1959–1964): Season 3, Episode 19 - The Hunt - full transcript
Upon returning from a coon hunt, Hyder Simpson discovers that no one can see or hear him because he has passed on.
( 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.
RACHEL, OPEN UP IN THERE.
GOT MY ARMS FULL.
WELL, OLD MAN, WHAT
ARE YOU HOLLERING ABOUT?
YOU GOING TO SUFFOCATE IN THERE
FROM LACK OF AIR.
WHY DON'T YOU
LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN?
I GOT TO KEEP THAT DOG
OUT OF THE HOUSE SOMEHOW...
COMING IN HERE WITH HIS FLEAS
AND WITH HIS TICKS.
AW, OLD WOMAN, DON'T START
THAT COMMOTION UP AGAIN.
WHEN I GO IN THE
HOUSE, RIP GOES, TOO.
THAT DOG SAVED MY LIFE.
WELL... LET THE
ORNERY THING COME IN.
AND ANOTHER THING...
DON'T TALK ABOUT HIM LIKE THAT
WHEN HE CAN HEAR YOU.
RIP'S GOT FEELINGS.
I DON'T WANT THEM HURT.
I'LL LET HIM IN THE HOUSE,
AND I'LL FEED HIM,
BUT I'LL BE SWITCHED
IF I'M GOING TO START
SWEET-TALKING HIM.
OLD WOMAN, YOU
TICKLE ME SOMETIMES.
UH, WHEN'S THE LAST TIME
YOU GOT YOURSELF KISSED?
WELL, THE WAY I FIGURE IT,
IT WAS IN THE SPRING OF
NINETEEN AND TWENTY-FOUR.
WELL, I FIGURE YOU
GOT ONE COMING.
DON'T YOU COME NEAR ME, OLD MAN.
YES, SIR, I'VE BEEN THINKING
ABOUT GIVING YOU A KISS
FOR THE LAST MONTH OR TWO.
OH, HYDER, YOU SIT DOWN
AND EAT YOUR SUPPER
AND STOP TALKING SILLY.
I'LL HAVE MY SUPPER
NOW, OLD WOMAN.
THERE YOU ARE.
OLD MAN... I NEVER
SAID THIS TO YOU...
BUT WE HAVE ENDURED
POWERFUL WELL
OVER THE YEARS TOGETHER.
HMM?
NEARLY 50 YEARS
WE'VE BEEN MARRIED, EH?
COME OCTOBER 16.
LONG TIME TO TRAVEL TOGETHER.
WELL, I WOULDN'T HAVE
HAD IT ANY OTHER WAY.
THANK YOU, OLD WOMAN.
ME NEITHER.
HERE, RIP.
I'LL FEED THAT DOG AFTER SUPPER.
HE AIN'T GOING TO BE
HERE AFTER SUPPER.
WHERE'S HE GOING?
WHERE I'M GOING... COON HUNTING.
OH, HYDER.
I WISH YOU WOULDN'T
GO HUNTING TONIGHT.
WHY NOT?
WELL, THREE NIGHTS AGO,
I SAW BLOOD ON THE MOON.
YOU OUGHT TO HAVE
BEEN IN BED SLEEPING.
YOU WOULDN'T HAVE SEEN IT.
AND TWO DAYS AGO, A
BIRD FLEW IN THE HOUSE
AND LIT ON YOUR SIDE OF THE BED
AND NEARLY SCARED ME TO DEATH.
THERE YOU GO, TRYING
TO SPOIL A GOOD HUNT.
WELL, I'M A-GOING ANYWAYS.
THEM SIGNS DON'T
BOTHER ME AT ALL.
WELL, THEY BOTHER ME.
( cow moos)
NOW, YOU BE CAREFUL, OLD MAN.
DON'T YOU WORRY
ABOUT ME, OLD WOMAN.
I'LL BE BACK EVEN BEFORE
MIDNIGHT, MORE'N LIKELY.
AN OLD MAN AND A
HOUND DOG NAMED RIP
OFF FOR AN EVENING'S
PLEASURE IN QUEST OF RACCOON.
USUALLY, THESE EVENINGS END
WITH ONE TIRED OLD MAN, ONE
BATTLE-SCARRED HOUND DOG
AND ONE OR MORE
EXTREMELY DEAD RACCOONS,
BUT AS YOU MAY SUSPECT, THAT
WILL NOT BE THE CASE TONIGHT.
THESE HUNTERS WON'T BE
COMING HOME FROM THE HILL.
THEY'RE HEADED FOR THE
BACKWOODS OF THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
( crickets chirping)
SMELL HIM OUT THERE, BOY.
HE'S AROUND HERE SOMEWHERES.
YOU CAN GET HIM.
( barking)
( Rip barking)
( distant barking)
( baying)
( barking)
TREE'D HIM, DIDN'T YOU, BOY?
( barking continues)
RIP, DON'T WANT TO
DOUBT YOUR WORD,
BUT THERE AIN'T
NO COON UP THERE.
( barking)
( distant barking)
TRICK YA, DIDN'T HE, BOY?
( whimpering)
( barking)
HOLD IT BACK THERE, RIP.
COME BACK HERE, RIP!
DON'T GO IN THERE!
I'LL PULL YOU OUT, RIP!
COME BACK HERE, RIP!
HOLD ON, HOLD ON THERE, RIP.
COME BACK HERE!
THAT COON'LL DROWN YOU, RIP.
THAT COON'S GOT HIM DOWN.
HUH! I'M COMING, RIP.
I'M COMING, RIP, HOLD IT!
I'M COMING!
( whines)
( whimpering)
( groaning)
( whines)
RIP...
WE MUST HAVE TRAILED
THAT COON HALF THE NIGHT.
HUNGRY, AIN'T YOU, BOY?
YEAH, ME, TOO.
SO LET'S MOSEY ALONG HOME
AND SEE WHAT RACHEL'S
GOT FOR BREAKFAST.
THAT OLD WOMAN GIVES
US "HAIL, COLUMBIA"
FOR STAYING OUT ALL NIGHT.
I FIGURE THAT'S
ABOUT DEEP ENOUGH.
THAT AIN'T MORE THAN THREE FEET.
THREE FEET'S DEEP
ENOUGH FOR A DOG.
ANY ORDINARY DOG, MAYBE,
BUT ACCORDING TO
OLD MAN SIMPSON,
RIP AIN'T NO ORDINARY DOG.
THEN YOU DIG IT.
IT'LL BE KIND OF LONESOME AROUND
HERE WITHOUT OLD MAN SIMPSON.
Hyder: MORNING, BOYS.
RECKON THEM MILLER BOYS
GOTTEN HARD OF HEARING.
WHAT YOU OLD BOYS UP TO?
SAY, WHAT YOU DOING?
ALL RIGHT, DON'T
ANSWER ME, THEN.
I DON'T GIVE A HOOT
WHAT YOU'RE DOING.
IF I AIN'T MISTAKEN,
YOU'RE DIGGING THIS
HOLE ON MY LAND.
NOW, IF YOU WANT TO DIG, DIG
ON YOUR SIDE OF THE FENCE.
GET MOVING.
I SAY GET MOVING!
I AIN'T TALKING JUST TO
MOVE THE WIND AROUND.
YOU GET A MOVE ON
OR I'M GOING TO FILL YOUR
BRITCHES FULL OF LEAD!
I FIGURE THAT'S JUST
ABOUT DEEP ENOUGH.
HAVE A LITTLE CARE.
IT'S JUST A DOG.
NOT TO SOME FOLKS.
WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL
ME YOU'D LOST A DOG?
HOW'D IT HAPPEN?
DON'T RECKON I BLAME
YOU FOR NOT TALKING.
I DON'T RECKON I WOULD MYSELF.
WELL, RIP, WE'RE BUTTING IN
ON OTHER FOLKS' TROUBLES.
THEY'RE JUST TOO
HEARTBROKE TO TALK.
AND SPEAKING OF TROUBLE,
THAT OLD WOMAN'S GOING TO
HAVE PLENTY OF THAT FOR US.
COME ON.
( chickens clucking)
( cow moos)
LOOKS TO ME LIKE, RIP, MAYBE
WE GOT US A STROKE OF LUCK.
COULD BE THE OLD
WOMAN'S STILL SLEEPING.
MORNING.
ALL DRESSED UP LIKE
THE FOURTH OF JULY.
OLD WOMAN, IF YOU'RE FIGURING
ON LEAVING ME ON ACCOUNT
ON I STAYED OUT ALL NIGHT,
YOU GOT ANOTHER THING COMING.
Man: LORD BE WITH YOU, SISTER.
AMEN, BROTHER.
I APPRECIATE YOUR COMING,
EVEN THOUGH HE DIDN'T
BELONG TO THE CHURCH.
I JUST NEVER COULD
GET HIM TO GO.
Reverend: I REALIZE
BROTHER SIMPSON
WASN'T A RELIGIOUS MAN,
BUT I FIGURE HE'S STILL ENTITLED
TO A CHRISTIAN BURIAL.
NOW, JUST... JUST
HOLD EVERYTHING.
ANYBODY'S GOING TO GIVE
BROTHER SIMPSON A BURIAL
YOU'D BETTER ASK BROTHER
SIMPSON HOW HE FEELS ABOUT IT.
I JUST BEEN SITTING HERE...
TRYING TO FIGURE IT OUT.
IT WAS JUST LAST NIGHT.
HE WAS SITTING THERE
AT THE SUPPER TABLE.
I BEGGED HIM NOT TO GO.
THERE'S BEEN OMENS.
I'VE SEEN SIGNS.
BUT HE WENT.
THE LORD WORKS
IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS.
RACHEL, LISTEN TO ME...
THERE'S BEEN A MISUNDERSTANDING.
MISS RACHEL, IF
YOU'RE READY, MA'AM.
WELL, HE'S IN THERE.
OH... ( weeping)
DON'T TAKE ON, OLD WOMAN.
IT'S JUST A DREAM.
WE'LL WAKE UP IN A LITTLE
AND EVERYTHING'LL
BE LIKE IT OUGHT TO BE.
WHAT YOU OLD BOYS GOT IN THERE?
WHAT YOU OLD BOYS
TAKING OUT OF THERE?
OH!
WHO'S IN THAT BOX?
WE'LL FIND OUT WHAT
ALL THIS IS ABOUT
IN A MINUTE OR TWO, RIP.
THE GRAVEYARD'S JUST OVER
THE TOP OF THE HILL THERE.
NOW, WHO IN THE TARNATION
BUILT THIS FENCE UP HERE?
RIP, WE MUST HAVE
TAKEN A WRONG TURN.
I DON'T MEMORIZE EVER
SEEING THIS FENCE BEFORE.
WELL, WE'RE BOUND TO
COME OUT SOMEWHERE.
HELLO!
ANYBODY HOME IN THERE?
HOWDY, NEIGHBOR.
HOWDY.
I WASN'T EXPECTING
NOBODY THIS MORNING.
DON'T WANT TO PUT YOU
TO NO TROUBLE, FRIEND,
BUT IT SEEMS LIKE I LOST MY WAY.
THAT'S WHAT
EVERYBODY SAYS AT FIRST.
NOW, WHAT'S YOUR NAME, FRIEND?
SIMPSON... HYDER SIMPSON.
I BELONG TO THAT
BUNCH OF SIMPSONS
LIVES OVER ON WHALE'S MOUNTAIN.
RIP AND ME HERE... ( Rip barks)
WE NEVER HAVE
TRAVELED THIS FAR BEFORE.
NEVER HAVE TRAVELED SO FAR
WE COULDN'T SEE THE
TOP OF WHALE'S MOUNTAIN.
HOW OLD ARE YOU,
NEIGHBOR SIMPSON?
WELL, SIR, I BEEN
WALKING THE EARTH
FOR SOMETHING LIKE 70 YEAR NOW.
ARRIVED AT THE
GATE, UH, 10:45...
I KNOW IT'S NONE OF MY BUSINESS,
BUT WOULD YOU TELL ME
WHAT YOU'RE WRITING
DOWN IN THAT BOOK?
ONE MORE THING,
NEIGHBOR SIMPSON...
HOW'D YOU DIE?
I WAS BORN WITH A
CHEAP SET OF EARS.
I'M NOT SURE I HEARD YOU RIGHT.
I SAID, "HOW DID YOU DIE?"
WHO CLAIMS I'M DEAD?
YOU WOULDN'T BE HERE
IF YOU WASN'T DEAD.
MAN, THAT'S SOLID
FLESH AND BONE THERE.
YOU FEEL THAT.
THINK BACK, NEIGHBOR.
WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT?
WELL, SIR, I'LL TELL YOU
EXACTLY WHAT I DONE.
ME AND RIP, WE LEFT THE
HOUSE LONG ABOUT SUPPERTIME,
AND RIP, HE PICKED UP
A COON TRAIL RIGHT AWAY,
AND LIKE A COON WILL, IT
HEADED FOR THE WATER
AND RIP DIDN'T DO NOTHING
BUT GO IN AFTER HIM.
ABOUT THAT TIME, I
GOT THERE, ( Rip whining)
AND I WAS RUNNING
OUT ON THIS LOG AND I...
HEY, FRIEND, WHAT'S
ON THE OTHER SIDE
OF THAT GATE THERE?
WELL, THAT PASTURE
RIGHT UP THERE
THEY CALL THE ELYSIAN FIELD.
CROSS THAT AND YOU
COME TO THE GOLDEN STREET
THAT TAKES YOU RIGHT
TO THE CELESTIAL PALACE
WHERE THE OLD MASTER
HAS HIS HEADQUARTERS.
THEN I TAKE YOU WOULD
AIM TO BE ST. PETER.
I KEEP THE GATE, THAT'S A FACT.
WELL, I'M MIGHTY PROUD
TO HAVE MET UP WITH YOU.
JUST AS PROUD TO HAVE YOU HERE.
I ALWAYS THOUGHT
THERE WAS A LOT OF SINGING
AND DANCING IN HEAVEN.
HOW COME I DON'T HEAR NO MUSIC?
YOU'RE ON THE OUTSIDE.
ONCE INSIDE, YOU'LL
HEAR YOUR FAVORITE HYMN.
WELL, I DON'T CARE
MUCH FOR HYMN SINGING.
I FAVOR GUITAR MUSIC MYSELF.
DON'T STAND OUT HERE
IN THE COLD, COLD WORLD.
REAP YOUR HEAVENLY REWARD.
COME ON, RIP. ( Rip growling)
HOLD ON, NEIGHBOR.
YOU CAN'T TAKE
THAT DOG IN THERE.
THERE AIN'T NO
FLEAS ON THAT DOG.
THAT DON'T MAKE NO
NEVERMIND. HE CAN'T COME IN.
HOW COME?
THIS IS FOLKS' HEAVEN.
THERE'S A PLACE WE CAN
PUT HIM, THOUGH, UP THE ROAD.
YOU JUST TIE HIM TO THE FENCE,
AND I'LL WALK HIM UP LATER ON.
COME ON, RIP.
HOLD ON, NEIGHBOR SIMPSON.
WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?
THANK YOU, BUT I DON'T RECKON
IN THERE IS ANY PLACE FOR ME.
WHY NOT?
WELL, ANY PLACE
THAT'S TOO HIGHFALUTIN
FOR RIP IS TOO FANCY FOR ME.
HOW THOROUGHBRED
DOES A DOG HAVE TO BE
BEFORE YOU LET HIM
IN THERE, ANYWAY?
AIN'T NO DOGS ALLOWED AT ALL.
WHAT KIND OF OUTFIT
DON'T ALLOW NO DOGS?
THEY GOT THAT SPECIAL
PLACE FOR DOGS.
ME AND RIP WILL GO
ON DOWN THERE, THEN.
YOU WON'T GET IN.
THE DOG, MAYBE, BUT NOT YOU.
WHAT KIND OF HEAVEN
WOULD IT BE WITH JUST DOGS?
A DOG'S GOT A RIGHT
TO HAVE A MAN AROUND
JUST THE SAME AS A MAN'S GOT
A RIGHT TO HAVE A DOG AROUND,
IF HE WANTS TO BE HAPPY.
NEIGHBOR, LET ME MAKE
YOU A LITTLE PROPOSITION.
WHY DON'T YOU GO ON IN THE
GATE, AND A LITTLE LATER ON,
I'LL SLIP THE DOG
THROUGH THE FENCE TO YOU.
IT'S BREAKING THE
RULES, BUT I'LL DO IT.
FRIEND PETER, IF I GO
IN THAT FRONT GATE,
RIP'S GOING IN THAT
FRONT GATE LIKEWISE.
I DON'T WANT HIM TO GET TO
FEELING THAT HE AIN'T WELCOME.
I GOT ANOTHER IDEA.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING
THERE, MISTER? ( Rip growling)
I'LL HOLD ON TO YOUR DOG
AND LET YOU SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT.
I DON'T HAVE TO GO
INSIDE TO MAKE UP MY MIND.
LET ME ASK YOU A
PRACTICAL QUESTION:
WHAT KIND OF COON HUNTING
WOULD I HAVE IN THERE WITHOUT RIP?
MAN, THEY DON'T ALLOW
NO COON HUNTING.
OH, YOU DON'T
SAY. ( Rip growling)
WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?
ME AND RIP'S GOING SOMEWHERE.
THERE AIN'T NO PLACE ELSE TO GO.
WE'LL GO WHEREVER
THAT ROAD TAKES US.
OH, THAT ROAD
DON'T LEAD NOWHERE.
THIS IS ETERNITY ROAD.
IT JUST KEEPS ON, NEVER
STOPS, LEADS NOWHERE.
ME AND RIP'LL DO ALL RIGHT.
NEIGHBOR, THIS IS A RIGHT
SERIOUS STEP YOU'RE TAKING.
I'D SAY THE BEST THING
IS TO SIT OUT THERE
AND THINK IT OVER.
YOU'VE GOT ALL ETERNITY
TO MAKE UP YOUR MIND.
GOOD DAY TO YOU, SIR.
IF YOU CHANGE YOUR
MIND, JUST LET ME KNOW.
MUCH OBLIGED.
I'LL DO THAT.
( sighs)
ETERNITY'S A POWERFUL
LONG SPELL TO GO
WITHOUT A COON
HUNT, AIN'T IT, RIP?
DON'T YOU GO OFF YOUR FEED
OR NOTHING OVER THIS THING.
WOULDN'T SURPRISE ME
NONE IF I DON'T SNEAK IN THERE
AND TALK TO THE
JUDGE, OR SOMEBODY.
MIGHT BE ABLE TO GET YOU IN.
WONDER WHAT KIND OF A TEA
PARTY THEY KEEP IN THERE, ANYWAYS.
MUST BE CITY FOLKS, MOSTLY.
THEY'D BE THE ONES MOST
LIKELY TO OUTLAW COON HUNTING.
LET THEM SIT IN THERE
TOOTIN' ON THEIR HARPS
OR WHATEVER THEY
DO FOR RELAXATION,
ME AND YOUSE STAYS TOGETHER.
JUST LIKE WE WAS WHEN WE
WAS TRAVELING DOWN BELOW.
HMM... LEAST WE
AIN'T THE ONLY ONES
WANDERING AROUND
BY OURSELVES ON
THE ETERNITY ROAD.
HOWDY, SON.
HOWDY.
AH... I'M LOOKING FOR
A MR. HYDER SIMPSON
AND A HOUND DOG NAME OF RIP.
WELL, THAT'S US.
WELL, I FIGURED IT WAS.
WELL, IF YOU AND RIP'S ALL SET,
WE MIGHT AS WELL MOSEY ALONG.
MOSEY ALONG WHERE?
HEAVEN, MR. SIMPSON.
WELL, NOW, LIKE I TOLD
THAT OTHER FELLOW,
I AIN'T GOING TO SET FOOT
IN HEAVEN WITHOUT RIP.
YOU DIDN'T GET MESSED UP
WITH NOBODY IN THERE, DID YOU?
THAT FELLOW AT THE GATE.
HE WOULDN'T LET
RIP IN, SO I DIDN'T GO.
SON...
THAT'D BE A HELL OF
A PLACE WITHOUT RIP.
MR. SIMPSON... YOU
AIN'T FAR WRONG.
THAT IS HELL.
HEAVEN'S UP YONDER APIECE.
WELL, I'LL BE JIGGERED.
NOW, HOW COME THAT FELLOW
WOULD WANT TO LIE TO ME?
WELL, THEY DON'T NEVER GIVE UP.
ALWAYS TRYING TO
GET FOLKS IN THERE
RIGHT DOWN TO THE LAST MINUTE.
WELL, WHAT REASON
WOULD THEY HAVE
FOR WANTING TO KEEP RIP OUT?
THEY WAS A-FEARED RIP
WOULD HAVE WARNED YOU.
AND HE WOULD HAVE, TIME HE
GOT A WHIFF OF THAT BRIMSTONE.
YOU SEE, MR. SIMPSON,
A MAN... WELL, HE'LL WALK RIGHT
INTO HELL WITH BOTH EYES OPEN,
BUT EVEN THE DEVIL
CAN'T FOOL A DOG.
YOU WOULDN'T BE ST.
PETER, WOULD YOU?
OH, NO, NO, I... I'M JUST
A REGULAR ANGEL HERE.
WELL, WHERE'S YOUR WINGS, SON?
SHUCKS, I DON'T USE
THEM HALF THE TIME.
I APPRECIATE WALKING MYSELF.
YOU, UH... ABOUT READY
TO GO, MR. SIMPSON?
UH... UH, RIP.
HOW'S THE COON
HUNTING UP HERE, BOY?
OH, JUST FINE, MR. SIMPSON.
THERE'S ONE TONIGHT
RIGHT AFTER THE SQUARE DANCE.
WANT TO COME ALONG?
WOULDN'T MISS IT FOR THE WORLD.
WELCOME TO HEAVEN, MR. SIMPSON.
THANK YOU, SON.
RIGHT PROUD TO BE HERE.
UH, RACHEL... THAT'S
MY OLD WOMAN...
SHE WON'T HAVE ANY TROUBLE
GETTING PAST THAT FELLOW
UP THE ROAD, WILL SHE?
RACHEL? NO, NOT HER.
AND SHE'LL BE ALONG
DIRECTLY, TOO, I'M TOLD.
WELL, GLAD TO HEAR IT.
COME ALONG, RIP.
TRAVELERS TO UNKNOWN
REGIONS WOULD BE WELL ADVISED
TO TAKE ALONG THE FAMILY DOG.
HE COULD JUST SAVE YOU FROM
ENTERING THE WRONG GATE.
AT LEAST, IT HAPPENED
THAT WAY ONCE
IN A MOUNTAINOUS AREA
OF 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 WE OFFER YOU A
HOLLYWOOD TELEVISION COWBOY
WHO TAKES IN SEVERAL BILLS A
WEEK FOR KILLING OFF BAD MEN.
MR. LARRY BLYDEN PORTRAYS
ONE OF THESE PHONY BALONIES
WHO ALWAYS WINS IN THE END.
BUT IN THIS LITTLE ITEM
HE DRAWS FROM THE HIP
AND REALIZES HIS OPPONENT IS
SMACK-DAB OUT OF THIS WORLD.
WE INVITE YOUR ATTENTION TO
"SHOWDOWN WITH RANCE McGREW,"
NEXT WEEK'S STAGECOACH
SOJOURN IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
Announcer: THIS IS AN
AGE OF AMAZING FEATS,
AND THE FUEL THAT HAS
KEPT US GOING IS FAITH.
WORSHIP TOGETHER THIS WEEK.
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.
RACHEL, OPEN UP IN THERE.
GOT MY ARMS FULL.
WELL, OLD MAN, WHAT
ARE YOU HOLLERING ABOUT?
YOU GOING TO SUFFOCATE IN THERE
FROM LACK OF AIR.
WHY DON'T YOU
LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN?
I GOT TO KEEP THAT DOG
OUT OF THE HOUSE SOMEHOW...
COMING IN HERE WITH HIS FLEAS
AND WITH HIS TICKS.
AW, OLD WOMAN, DON'T START
THAT COMMOTION UP AGAIN.
WHEN I GO IN THE
HOUSE, RIP GOES, TOO.
THAT DOG SAVED MY LIFE.
WELL... LET THE
ORNERY THING COME IN.
AND ANOTHER THING...
DON'T TALK ABOUT HIM LIKE THAT
WHEN HE CAN HEAR YOU.
RIP'S GOT FEELINGS.
I DON'T WANT THEM HURT.
I'LL LET HIM IN THE HOUSE,
AND I'LL FEED HIM,
BUT I'LL BE SWITCHED
IF I'M GOING TO START
SWEET-TALKING HIM.
OLD WOMAN, YOU
TICKLE ME SOMETIMES.
UH, WHEN'S THE LAST TIME
YOU GOT YOURSELF KISSED?
WELL, THE WAY I FIGURE IT,
IT WAS IN THE SPRING OF
NINETEEN AND TWENTY-FOUR.
WELL, I FIGURE YOU
GOT ONE COMING.
DON'T YOU COME NEAR ME, OLD MAN.
YES, SIR, I'VE BEEN THINKING
ABOUT GIVING YOU A KISS
FOR THE LAST MONTH OR TWO.
OH, HYDER, YOU SIT DOWN
AND EAT YOUR SUPPER
AND STOP TALKING SILLY.
I'LL HAVE MY SUPPER
NOW, OLD WOMAN.
THERE YOU ARE.
OLD MAN... I NEVER
SAID THIS TO YOU...
BUT WE HAVE ENDURED
POWERFUL WELL
OVER THE YEARS TOGETHER.
HMM?
NEARLY 50 YEARS
WE'VE BEEN MARRIED, EH?
COME OCTOBER 16.
LONG TIME TO TRAVEL TOGETHER.
WELL, I WOULDN'T HAVE
HAD IT ANY OTHER WAY.
THANK YOU, OLD WOMAN.
ME NEITHER.
HERE, RIP.
I'LL FEED THAT DOG AFTER SUPPER.
HE AIN'T GOING TO BE
HERE AFTER SUPPER.
WHERE'S HE GOING?
WHERE I'M GOING... COON HUNTING.
OH, HYDER.
I WISH YOU WOULDN'T
GO HUNTING TONIGHT.
WHY NOT?
WELL, THREE NIGHTS AGO,
I SAW BLOOD ON THE MOON.
YOU OUGHT TO HAVE
BEEN IN BED SLEEPING.
YOU WOULDN'T HAVE SEEN IT.
AND TWO DAYS AGO, A
BIRD FLEW IN THE HOUSE
AND LIT ON YOUR SIDE OF THE BED
AND NEARLY SCARED ME TO DEATH.
THERE YOU GO, TRYING
TO SPOIL A GOOD HUNT.
WELL, I'M A-GOING ANYWAYS.
THEM SIGNS DON'T
BOTHER ME AT ALL.
WELL, THEY BOTHER ME.
( cow moos)
NOW, YOU BE CAREFUL, OLD MAN.
DON'T YOU WORRY
ABOUT ME, OLD WOMAN.
I'LL BE BACK EVEN BEFORE
MIDNIGHT, MORE'N LIKELY.
AN OLD MAN AND A
HOUND DOG NAMED RIP
OFF FOR AN EVENING'S
PLEASURE IN QUEST OF RACCOON.
USUALLY, THESE EVENINGS END
WITH ONE TIRED OLD MAN, ONE
BATTLE-SCARRED HOUND DOG
AND ONE OR MORE
EXTREMELY DEAD RACCOONS,
BUT AS YOU MAY SUSPECT, THAT
WILL NOT BE THE CASE TONIGHT.
THESE HUNTERS WON'T BE
COMING HOME FROM THE HILL.
THEY'RE HEADED FOR THE
BACKWOODS OF THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
( crickets chirping)
SMELL HIM OUT THERE, BOY.
HE'S AROUND HERE SOMEWHERES.
YOU CAN GET HIM.
( barking)
( Rip barking)
( distant barking)
( baying)
( barking)
TREE'D HIM, DIDN'T YOU, BOY?
( barking continues)
RIP, DON'T WANT TO
DOUBT YOUR WORD,
BUT THERE AIN'T
NO COON UP THERE.
( barking)
( distant barking)
TRICK YA, DIDN'T HE, BOY?
( whimpering)
( barking)
HOLD IT BACK THERE, RIP.
COME BACK HERE, RIP!
DON'T GO IN THERE!
I'LL PULL YOU OUT, RIP!
COME BACK HERE, RIP!
HOLD ON, HOLD ON THERE, RIP.
COME BACK HERE!
THAT COON'LL DROWN YOU, RIP.
THAT COON'S GOT HIM DOWN.
HUH! I'M COMING, RIP.
I'M COMING, RIP, HOLD IT!
I'M COMING!
( whines)
( whimpering)
( groaning)
( whines)
RIP...
WE MUST HAVE TRAILED
THAT COON HALF THE NIGHT.
HUNGRY, AIN'T YOU, BOY?
YEAH, ME, TOO.
SO LET'S MOSEY ALONG HOME
AND SEE WHAT RACHEL'S
GOT FOR BREAKFAST.
THAT OLD WOMAN GIVES
US "HAIL, COLUMBIA"
FOR STAYING OUT ALL NIGHT.
I FIGURE THAT'S
ABOUT DEEP ENOUGH.
THAT AIN'T MORE THAN THREE FEET.
THREE FEET'S DEEP
ENOUGH FOR A DOG.
ANY ORDINARY DOG, MAYBE,
BUT ACCORDING TO
OLD MAN SIMPSON,
RIP AIN'T NO ORDINARY DOG.
THEN YOU DIG IT.
IT'LL BE KIND OF LONESOME AROUND
HERE WITHOUT OLD MAN SIMPSON.
Hyder: MORNING, BOYS.
RECKON THEM MILLER BOYS
GOTTEN HARD OF HEARING.
WHAT YOU OLD BOYS UP TO?
SAY, WHAT YOU DOING?
ALL RIGHT, DON'T
ANSWER ME, THEN.
I DON'T GIVE A HOOT
WHAT YOU'RE DOING.
IF I AIN'T MISTAKEN,
YOU'RE DIGGING THIS
HOLE ON MY LAND.
NOW, IF YOU WANT TO DIG, DIG
ON YOUR SIDE OF THE FENCE.
GET MOVING.
I SAY GET MOVING!
I AIN'T TALKING JUST TO
MOVE THE WIND AROUND.
YOU GET A MOVE ON
OR I'M GOING TO FILL YOUR
BRITCHES FULL OF LEAD!
I FIGURE THAT'S JUST
ABOUT DEEP ENOUGH.
HAVE A LITTLE CARE.
IT'S JUST A DOG.
NOT TO SOME FOLKS.
WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL
ME YOU'D LOST A DOG?
HOW'D IT HAPPEN?
DON'T RECKON I BLAME
YOU FOR NOT TALKING.
I DON'T RECKON I WOULD MYSELF.
WELL, RIP, WE'RE BUTTING IN
ON OTHER FOLKS' TROUBLES.
THEY'RE JUST TOO
HEARTBROKE TO TALK.
AND SPEAKING OF TROUBLE,
THAT OLD WOMAN'S GOING TO
HAVE PLENTY OF THAT FOR US.
COME ON.
( chickens clucking)
( cow moos)
LOOKS TO ME LIKE, RIP, MAYBE
WE GOT US A STROKE OF LUCK.
COULD BE THE OLD
WOMAN'S STILL SLEEPING.
MORNING.
ALL DRESSED UP LIKE
THE FOURTH OF JULY.
OLD WOMAN, IF YOU'RE FIGURING
ON LEAVING ME ON ACCOUNT
ON I STAYED OUT ALL NIGHT,
YOU GOT ANOTHER THING COMING.
Man: LORD BE WITH YOU, SISTER.
AMEN, BROTHER.
I APPRECIATE YOUR COMING,
EVEN THOUGH HE DIDN'T
BELONG TO THE CHURCH.
I JUST NEVER COULD
GET HIM TO GO.
Reverend: I REALIZE
BROTHER SIMPSON
WASN'T A RELIGIOUS MAN,
BUT I FIGURE HE'S STILL ENTITLED
TO A CHRISTIAN BURIAL.
NOW, JUST... JUST
HOLD EVERYTHING.
ANYBODY'S GOING TO GIVE
BROTHER SIMPSON A BURIAL
YOU'D BETTER ASK BROTHER
SIMPSON HOW HE FEELS ABOUT IT.
I JUST BEEN SITTING HERE...
TRYING TO FIGURE IT OUT.
IT WAS JUST LAST NIGHT.
HE WAS SITTING THERE
AT THE SUPPER TABLE.
I BEGGED HIM NOT TO GO.
THERE'S BEEN OMENS.
I'VE SEEN SIGNS.
BUT HE WENT.
THE LORD WORKS
IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS.
RACHEL, LISTEN TO ME...
THERE'S BEEN A MISUNDERSTANDING.
MISS RACHEL, IF
YOU'RE READY, MA'AM.
WELL, HE'S IN THERE.
OH... ( weeping)
DON'T TAKE ON, OLD WOMAN.
IT'S JUST A DREAM.
WE'LL WAKE UP IN A LITTLE
AND EVERYTHING'LL
BE LIKE IT OUGHT TO BE.
WHAT YOU OLD BOYS GOT IN THERE?
WHAT YOU OLD BOYS
TAKING OUT OF THERE?
OH!
WHO'S IN THAT BOX?
WE'LL FIND OUT WHAT
ALL THIS IS ABOUT
IN A MINUTE OR TWO, RIP.
THE GRAVEYARD'S JUST OVER
THE TOP OF THE HILL THERE.
NOW, WHO IN THE TARNATION
BUILT THIS FENCE UP HERE?
RIP, WE MUST HAVE
TAKEN A WRONG TURN.
I DON'T MEMORIZE EVER
SEEING THIS FENCE BEFORE.
WELL, WE'RE BOUND TO
COME OUT SOMEWHERE.
HELLO!
ANYBODY HOME IN THERE?
HOWDY, NEIGHBOR.
HOWDY.
I WASN'T EXPECTING
NOBODY THIS MORNING.
DON'T WANT TO PUT YOU
TO NO TROUBLE, FRIEND,
BUT IT SEEMS LIKE I LOST MY WAY.
THAT'S WHAT
EVERYBODY SAYS AT FIRST.
NOW, WHAT'S YOUR NAME, FRIEND?
SIMPSON... HYDER SIMPSON.
I BELONG TO THAT
BUNCH OF SIMPSONS
LIVES OVER ON WHALE'S MOUNTAIN.
RIP AND ME HERE... ( Rip barks)
WE NEVER HAVE
TRAVELED THIS FAR BEFORE.
NEVER HAVE TRAVELED SO FAR
WE COULDN'T SEE THE
TOP OF WHALE'S MOUNTAIN.
HOW OLD ARE YOU,
NEIGHBOR SIMPSON?
WELL, SIR, I BEEN
WALKING THE EARTH
FOR SOMETHING LIKE 70 YEAR NOW.
ARRIVED AT THE
GATE, UH, 10:45...
I KNOW IT'S NONE OF MY BUSINESS,
BUT WOULD YOU TELL ME
WHAT YOU'RE WRITING
DOWN IN THAT BOOK?
ONE MORE THING,
NEIGHBOR SIMPSON...
HOW'D YOU DIE?
I WAS BORN WITH A
CHEAP SET OF EARS.
I'M NOT SURE I HEARD YOU RIGHT.
I SAID, "HOW DID YOU DIE?"
WHO CLAIMS I'M DEAD?
YOU WOULDN'T BE HERE
IF YOU WASN'T DEAD.
MAN, THAT'S SOLID
FLESH AND BONE THERE.
YOU FEEL THAT.
THINK BACK, NEIGHBOR.
WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT?
WELL, SIR, I'LL TELL YOU
EXACTLY WHAT I DONE.
ME AND RIP, WE LEFT THE
HOUSE LONG ABOUT SUPPERTIME,
AND RIP, HE PICKED UP
A COON TRAIL RIGHT AWAY,
AND LIKE A COON WILL, IT
HEADED FOR THE WATER
AND RIP DIDN'T DO NOTHING
BUT GO IN AFTER HIM.
ABOUT THAT TIME, I
GOT THERE, ( Rip whining)
AND I WAS RUNNING
OUT ON THIS LOG AND I...
HEY, FRIEND, WHAT'S
ON THE OTHER SIDE
OF THAT GATE THERE?
WELL, THAT PASTURE
RIGHT UP THERE
THEY CALL THE ELYSIAN FIELD.
CROSS THAT AND YOU
COME TO THE GOLDEN STREET
THAT TAKES YOU RIGHT
TO THE CELESTIAL PALACE
WHERE THE OLD MASTER
HAS HIS HEADQUARTERS.
THEN I TAKE YOU WOULD
AIM TO BE ST. PETER.
I KEEP THE GATE, THAT'S A FACT.
WELL, I'M MIGHTY PROUD
TO HAVE MET UP WITH YOU.
JUST AS PROUD TO HAVE YOU HERE.
I ALWAYS THOUGHT
THERE WAS A LOT OF SINGING
AND DANCING IN HEAVEN.
HOW COME I DON'T HEAR NO MUSIC?
YOU'RE ON THE OUTSIDE.
ONCE INSIDE, YOU'LL
HEAR YOUR FAVORITE HYMN.
WELL, I DON'T CARE
MUCH FOR HYMN SINGING.
I FAVOR GUITAR MUSIC MYSELF.
DON'T STAND OUT HERE
IN THE COLD, COLD WORLD.
REAP YOUR HEAVENLY REWARD.
COME ON, RIP. ( Rip growling)
HOLD ON, NEIGHBOR.
YOU CAN'T TAKE
THAT DOG IN THERE.
THERE AIN'T NO
FLEAS ON THAT DOG.
THAT DON'T MAKE NO
NEVERMIND. HE CAN'T COME IN.
HOW COME?
THIS IS FOLKS' HEAVEN.
THERE'S A PLACE WE CAN
PUT HIM, THOUGH, UP THE ROAD.
YOU JUST TIE HIM TO THE FENCE,
AND I'LL WALK HIM UP LATER ON.
COME ON, RIP.
HOLD ON, NEIGHBOR SIMPSON.
WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?
THANK YOU, BUT I DON'T RECKON
IN THERE IS ANY PLACE FOR ME.
WHY NOT?
WELL, ANY PLACE
THAT'S TOO HIGHFALUTIN
FOR RIP IS TOO FANCY FOR ME.
HOW THOROUGHBRED
DOES A DOG HAVE TO BE
BEFORE YOU LET HIM
IN THERE, ANYWAY?
AIN'T NO DOGS ALLOWED AT ALL.
WHAT KIND OF OUTFIT
DON'T ALLOW NO DOGS?
THEY GOT THAT SPECIAL
PLACE FOR DOGS.
ME AND RIP WILL GO
ON DOWN THERE, THEN.
YOU WON'T GET IN.
THE DOG, MAYBE, BUT NOT YOU.
WHAT KIND OF HEAVEN
WOULD IT BE WITH JUST DOGS?
A DOG'S GOT A RIGHT
TO HAVE A MAN AROUND
JUST THE SAME AS A MAN'S GOT
A RIGHT TO HAVE A DOG AROUND,
IF HE WANTS TO BE HAPPY.
NEIGHBOR, LET ME MAKE
YOU A LITTLE PROPOSITION.
WHY DON'T YOU GO ON IN THE
GATE, AND A LITTLE LATER ON,
I'LL SLIP THE DOG
THROUGH THE FENCE TO YOU.
IT'S BREAKING THE
RULES, BUT I'LL DO IT.
FRIEND PETER, IF I GO
IN THAT FRONT GATE,
RIP'S GOING IN THAT
FRONT GATE LIKEWISE.
I DON'T WANT HIM TO GET TO
FEELING THAT HE AIN'T WELCOME.
I GOT ANOTHER IDEA.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING
THERE, MISTER? ( Rip growling)
I'LL HOLD ON TO YOUR DOG
AND LET YOU SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT.
I DON'T HAVE TO GO
INSIDE TO MAKE UP MY MIND.
LET ME ASK YOU A
PRACTICAL QUESTION:
WHAT KIND OF COON HUNTING
WOULD I HAVE IN THERE WITHOUT RIP?
MAN, THEY DON'T ALLOW
NO COON HUNTING.
OH, YOU DON'T
SAY. ( Rip growling)
WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?
ME AND RIP'S GOING SOMEWHERE.
THERE AIN'T NO PLACE ELSE TO GO.
WE'LL GO WHEREVER
THAT ROAD TAKES US.
OH, THAT ROAD
DON'T LEAD NOWHERE.
THIS IS ETERNITY ROAD.
IT JUST KEEPS ON, NEVER
STOPS, LEADS NOWHERE.
ME AND RIP'LL DO ALL RIGHT.
NEIGHBOR, THIS IS A RIGHT
SERIOUS STEP YOU'RE TAKING.
I'D SAY THE BEST THING
IS TO SIT OUT THERE
AND THINK IT OVER.
YOU'VE GOT ALL ETERNITY
TO MAKE UP YOUR MIND.
GOOD DAY TO YOU, SIR.
IF YOU CHANGE YOUR
MIND, JUST LET ME KNOW.
MUCH OBLIGED.
I'LL DO THAT.
( sighs)
ETERNITY'S A POWERFUL
LONG SPELL TO GO
WITHOUT A COON
HUNT, AIN'T IT, RIP?
DON'T YOU GO OFF YOUR FEED
OR NOTHING OVER THIS THING.
WOULDN'T SURPRISE ME
NONE IF I DON'T SNEAK IN THERE
AND TALK TO THE
JUDGE, OR SOMEBODY.
MIGHT BE ABLE TO GET YOU IN.
WONDER WHAT KIND OF A TEA
PARTY THEY KEEP IN THERE, ANYWAYS.
MUST BE CITY FOLKS, MOSTLY.
THEY'D BE THE ONES MOST
LIKELY TO OUTLAW COON HUNTING.
LET THEM SIT IN THERE
TOOTIN' ON THEIR HARPS
OR WHATEVER THEY
DO FOR RELAXATION,
ME AND YOUSE STAYS TOGETHER.
JUST LIKE WE WAS WHEN WE
WAS TRAVELING DOWN BELOW.
HMM... LEAST WE
AIN'T THE ONLY ONES
WANDERING AROUND
BY OURSELVES ON
THE ETERNITY ROAD.
HOWDY, SON.
HOWDY.
AH... I'M LOOKING FOR
A MR. HYDER SIMPSON
AND A HOUND DOG NAME OF RIP.
WELL, THAT'S US.
WELL, I FIGURED IT WAS.
WELL, IF YOU AND RIP'S ALL SET,
WE MIGHT AS WELL MOSEY ALONG.
MOSEY ALONG WHERE?
HEAVEN, MR. SIMPSON.
WELL, NOW, LIKE I TOLD
THAT OTHER FELLOW,
I AIN'T GOING TO SET FOOT
IN HEAVEN WITHOUT RIP.
YOU DIDN'T GET MESSED UP
WITH NOBODY IN THERE, DID YOU?
THAT FELLOW AT THE GATE.
HE WOULDN'T LET
RIP IN, SO I DIDN'T GO.
SON...
THAT'D BE A HELL OF
A PLACE WITHOUT RIP.
MR. SIMPSON... YOU
AIN'T FAR WRONG.
THAT IS HELL.
HEAVEN'S UP YONDER APIECE.
WELL, I'LL BE JIGGERED.
NOW, HOW COME THAT FELLOW
WOULD WANT TO LIE TO ME?
WELL, THEY DON'T NEVER GIVE UP.
ALWAYS TRYING TO
GET FOLKS IN THERE
RIGHT DOWN TO THE LAST MINUTE.
WELL, WHAT REASON
WOULD THEY HAVE
FOR WANTING TO KEEP RIP OUT?
THEY WAS A-FEARED RIP
WOULD HAVE WARNED YOU.
AND HE WOULD HAVE, TIME HE
GOT A WHIFF OF THAT BRIMSTONE.
YOU SEE, MR. SIMPSON,
A MAN... WELL, HE'LL WALK RIGHT
INTO HELL WITH BOTH EYES OPEN,
BUT EVEN THE DEVIL
CAN'T FOOL A DOG.
YOU WOULDN'T BE ST.
PETER, WOULD YOU?
OH, NO, NO, I... I'M JUST
A REGULAR ANGEL HERE.
WELL, WHERE'S YOUR WINGS, SON?
SHUCKS, I DON'T USE
THEM HALF THE TIME.
I APPRECIATE WALKING MYSELF.
YOU, UH... ABOUT READY
TO GO, MR. SIMPSON?
UH... UH, RIP.
HOW'S THE COON
HUNTING UP HERE, BOY?
OH, JUST FINE, MR. SIMPSON.
THERE'S ONE TONIGHT
RIGHT AFTER THE SQUARE DANCE.
WANT TO COME ALONG?
WOULDN'T MISS IT FOR THE WORLD.
WELCOME TO HEAVEN, MR. SIMPSON.
THANK YOU, SON.
RIGHT PROUD TO BE HERE.
UH, RACHEL... THAT'S
MY OLD WOMAN...
SHE WON'T HAVE ANY TROUBLE
GETTING PAST THAT FELLOW
UP THE ROAD, WILL SHE?
RACHEL? NO, NOT HER.
AND SHE'LL BE ALONG
DIRECTLY, TOO, I'M TOLD.
WELL, GLAD TO HEAR IT.
COME ALONG, RIP.
TRAVELERS TO UNKNOWN
REGIONS WOULD BE WELL ADVISED
TO TAKE ALONG THE FAMILY DOG.
HE COULD JUST SAVE YOU FROM
ENTERING THE WRONG GATE.
AT LEAST, IT HAPPENED
THAT WAY ONCE
IN A MOUNTAINOUS AREA
OF 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 WE OFFER YOU A
HOLLYWOOD TELEVISION COWBOY
WHO TAKES IN SEVERAL BILLS A
WEEK FOR KILLING OFF BAD MEN.
MR. LARRY BLYDEN PORTRAYS
ONE OF THESE PHONY BALONIES
WHO ALWAYS WINS IN THE END.
BUT IN THIS LITTLE ITEM
HE DRAWS FROM THE HIP
AND REALIZES HIS OPPONENT IS
SMACK-DAB OUT OF THIS WORLD.
WE INVITE YOUR ATTENTION TO
"SHOWDOWN WITH RANCE McGREW,"
NEXT WEEK'S STAGECOACH
SOJOURN IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
Announcer: THIS IS AN
AGE OF AMAZING FEATS,
AND THE FUEL THAT HAS
KEPT US GOING IS FAITH.
WORSHIP TOGETHER THIS WEEK.