The Twilight Zone (1959–1964): Season 4, Episode 4 - He's Alive - full transcript
Peter Vollmer is the leader of a small neo-Nazi movement in a large American city. He's having trouble getting his message across and seems to alienate people every time he opens his mouth. After a particularly bad rally, he hears a voice and sees a man standing in the shadows. He begins to advise Peter on what to say and how he can structure his message to make it more appealing to his particular audience. Peter has success but his mentor begins pushing him to extremes. There is a limit however and there is a voice of reason in the mob that seemed so willing to follow him.
( eerie music)
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.
( meows)
Man: THE ECONOMY OF OUR
WORLD, NOW, THEN, AND FOREVER,
HAVE ALWAYS FOUND
THE INSIDIOUS BREED OF
INTERNATIONAL BANKERS.
THESE ARE THE
WORSHIPPERS OF THE PURSE.
( laughs)
THEIR RELIGION IS MONETARY GAIN.
THEIR SHRINE IS GOLD.
THEIR LOYALTIES, FIRST,
FOREMOST, AND PRIMARILY,
DEAL WITH MONEY.
WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT?
EXAMINE THE PHENOMENON
OF FOREIGN CONTROL.
YOU EXAMINE IT,
AND YOU WILL NOTE
WITH ABSOLUTE CLARITY
THAT THE LINES LEAD
DIRECTLY TO PALESTINE!
THEY LEAD DIRECTLY TO AFRICA!
THEY LEAD DIRECTLY...
TO THE VATICAN!
UH, UM... SO, SO, THERE WE ARE!
THERE IT IS!
THERE IS A CONSPIRACY!
THERE'S A INSIDIOUS,
ENVELOPING CONSPIRACY!
A CONSPIRACY PERSONIFIED
BY THE YELLOW MAN...
BY THE BLACK MAN...
AND BY FOREIGNERS WHO COME IN
AND INFILTRATE INTO OUR
ECONOMIC STRUCTURE.
OH, THERE'LL COME A
MORNING, YES, THERE WILL,
THERE WILL COME A MORNING
WHEN THESE MEN HAVE
TAKEN OVER YOUR HOME,
TAKEN OVER YOUR DAUGHTERS...
AND THEY'LL BE SITTING RIGHT
THERE ON YOUR DOORSTEP.
IF ANYBODY'S SITTING ON
YOUR DOORSTEP, BUDDY,
HE'S A MAN IN A WHITE COAT.
YOU BETTER JUST
GO WITH HIM, QUIETLY.
YOU THINK THAT'S
FUNNY, DON'T YOU?
YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY YOUR
COUNTRY CAN BE SOLD OUT.
THAT THEY CAN SELL OUT
YOUR FLAG AND BIRTH RIGHTS.
THAT'S FUNNY, HUH?
WELL, DO SOMETHING
ABOUT IT, PUNK.
YOU'RE SUCH A BIG TIGER,
WHY DON'T YOU COME DOWN
HERE AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT?
LET ME TELL YOU
SOMETHING RIGHT NOW.
SOMEDAY THIS COUNTRY'S
GOING TO WAKE UP.
AND WHEN THEY FIND OUT
HOW IZZY SOLD THEM OUT,
AND HOW RASTUS SOLD THEM OUT
AND HOW PANCHO SOLD THEM OUT,
THEY'RE GOING TO MAKE UP A LIST
OF ALL THE PEOPLE
THAT GET PAID BACK.
AND YOU KNOW WHERE YOU'LL BE?
RIGHT ON THE TOP OF THAT LIST!
( jeering laughter)
Speaker: COME HERE, I'LL FIX...
( grunting)
Man: COME HERE!
WHAT'S THE MATTER, PUNK?
NO MORE BIG SPEECHES?
NO MORE BIG TALK, HUH?
KNOW WHAT YOU'LL
SEE WHEN YOU GET HOME
AND LOOK IN THE MIRROR?
A SCRAWNY LITTLE
KOOK WITH A BIG MOUTH.
A BIG HATER WHEN YOU
GOT A COUPLE OF PUNKS
IN FRONT OF YOU.
( sirens wailing)
( horns honking)
PROBLEMS, FELLAS, HUH?
THE COMMUNISTS, THE
COMMUNISTS DID THIS.
WHICH ONES?
ALL OF 'EM, ALL OF
'EM WERE COMMUNISTS.
WHAT ABOUT SOME NAMES, JACK?
IF YOU PRESS CHARGES,
WE'LL NEED NAMES.
FORGET ABOUT IT.
WE CAN HANDLE THIS OURSELVES.
NEED MEDICAL ATTENTION?
WE DON'T NEED ANY.
OKAY, JACK.
HEY, JACK.
YOU FORGOT YOUR, UM, YOUR FLAG.
THERE'LL COME A DAY
WHEN GUYS LIKE YOU
WILL CRAWL ON YOUR
BELLY JUST TO SALUTE THIS.
THERE'LL COME A DAY.
LET ME KNOW THE DATE, JACK.
THAT MORNING,
I'LL CUT MY WRISTS.
HEY, PETE.
PETE, I'M GLAD YOU'RE OKAY.
BOY, THERE MUST'VE BEEN
EIGHT, TEN GUYS ON TOP OF ME.
I HAD ALL I COULD
DO TO GET AWAY.
YOU GET A MEAN CROWD, PETE.
GET A HOT NIGHT, YOU
GET A MEAN CROWD.
I TOLD YOU GUYS THAT.
EVERY TIME YOU GET A HOT NIGHT,
YOU GET A COUPLE OF
STIFFS IN THE CROWD
AND THEY SWING IT
ALL THE WRONG WAY.
REMEMBER WHEN I WAS
TELLING YOU THAT, PETE?
REMEMBER HOW I WAS TELLING YOU
EVERY TIME YOU
GET A HOT NIGHT...
IT'S ALL RIGHT.
IT'S DONE. IT'S DONE.
SURE, PETE, SURE.
WHY?
I TRIED SO HARD.
I TRIED SO HARD OUT
THERE TONIGHT, I...
I COULDN'T... GET THROUGH.
I COULDN'T GET
THROUGH TO ANY OF THEM.
I KNEW WHAT I HAD
TO SAY TO THEM,
I KNEW WHAT I HAD TO TELL
THEM, AND I JUST COU... I COULDN'T.
I COULDN'T GET IT OUT.
I COULDN'T FIND THE WORDS.
SOMEDAY, THEY'RE
GOING TO HAVE TO LISTEN.
SOMEDAY THEY'RE GOING TO CHEER!
SOMEDAY THEY WILL, PETE.
THEY WILL.
PORTRAIT OF A BUSH-LEAGUE
FUHRER NAMED PETER VOLLMER.
A SPARSE LITTLE MAN WHO
FEEDS OFF HIS SELF-DELUSIONS
AND FINDS HIMSELF
PERPETUALLY HUNGRY
FOR WANT OF
GREATNESS IN HIS DIET.
AND LIKE SOME
GOOSE-STEPPING PREDECESSORS,
HE SEARCHES FOR SOMETHING
TO EXPLAIN HIS HUNGER
AND RATIONALIZE WHY A WORLD
PASSES HIM BY WITHOUT SALUTING.
THE SOMETHING HE LOOKS
FOR, AND FINDS, IS IN A SEWER.
IN HIS OWN TWISTED,
DISTORTED LEXICON,
HE CALLS IT FAITH,
STRENGTH, TRUTH.
BUT IN JUST A MOMENT
PETER VOLLMER
WILL PLY HIS TRADE ON
ANOTHER KIND OF CORNER...
A STRANGE INTERSECTION
IN A SHADOWLAND
CALLED THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
( cello playing)
( in German accent):
WASH YOUR FACE.
( sighs)
IT'S NOT A MORTAL WOUND.
I THINK YOU'LL SURVIVE.
WHEN YOU GET HOME,
PUT SOME IODINE ON IT.
WANT A CUP OF COFFEE?
A DRINK?
MAY I HAVE A DRINK, ERNST?
I HAVE WINE, YOU WANT SOME?
ONE SIPS WINE, PETER.
THIS IS NOT MEDICINE.
WELL, I'LL KEEP THAT
IN MIND FOR NEXT TIME.
FOR THE NEXT TIME?
JUST HOW MANY NEXT TIMES
DO SUPPOSE A PERSON HAS
IN THE SCHEME OF THINGS?
DON'T LECTURE ME, ERNST.
I'M SICK AND TIRED,
AND I DON'T NEED TO BE LECTURED.
CAN I STAY HERE TONIGHT?
IT REMAINS HERE
FOR YOU, AS USUAL.
YOU'RE A GOOD FRIEND, ERNST.
YOU'RE A GOOD FRIEND.
A MAN DOES WHAT HE BELIEVES IN.
A MAN USUALLY DOES.
WELL, I BELIEVE CERTAIN THINGS.
IS THAT A FACT?
YES, WELL, WHAT
DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE
IF WE DON'T THINK ALIKE
ABOUT THE SAME THINGS?
I MEAN, WE'RE FRIENDS.
YOU'VE KNOWN ME
SINCE I WAS A KID.
( sighs deeply)
WHEN YOU WERE
A LITTLE KID, PETER,
AND I USED TO FIND YOU CRYING
AT MY DOOR LATE AT NIGHT...
I COULD PITY YOU THEN.
AND NOW?
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
NOW YOU PEDDLE HATE
ON STREET CORNERS
AS IF IT WERE POPCORN.
IT'S NOT HATE, IT'S,
UH, A POINT OF VIEW,
IT'S A PHILOSOPHY.
AH, I KNOW THE PHILOSOPHY.
I KNOW IT QUITE WELL.
NINE YEARS IN A
PLACE CALLED DACHAU.
YOU KNOW WHO PUT ME THERE?
PETER VOLLMER.
A LOT OF PETER VOLLMERS.
FRUSTRATED MEN...
SICK MEN... ANGRY MEN.
BUT THE RESULT, THE EFFECT...
NEVER MIND THE CAUSE...
12 MILLION BODIES
IN SHALLOW GRAVES.
AND IT ALL STARTED
WITH YOUNG MEN IN UNIFORM
TALKING ON STREET CORNERS.
YOU LET ME COME HERE.
YOU LET ME COME HERE;
YOU NEVER SENT ME AWAY.
NO, I NEVER DID.
I NEVER DO.
THAT'S THE WEAKNESS YOU SCREAM
ABOUT ON YOUR STREET CORNERS.
SENTIMENTALITY, SOFTNESS,
THE WEAKNESS THAT MAKES
A MAN HIS BROTHER'S KEEPER.
OH, I MUST BE ONE OF THE WORST
OF YOUR CRIMINALS, PETER.
SENTIMENTAL... SOFT!
AND VERY PREOCCUPIED
WITH MY BROTHER.
I SHOULD CLOSE THE DOOR ON YOU.
PERHAPS... THIS IS MY SICKNESS.
I... I ONLY SEE THE
BOY... NOT THE MAN.
SLEEP ON THE COUCH.
LOOK... WHY DON'T
YOU UNDERSTAND?
YOU'RE LIKE A FATHER.
YOU'RE THE ONLY
THING IN THE WORLD
THAT I'VE EVER LOVED.
WHAT HAVE I EVER HAD TO LOVE?
( voice cracking): WHAT?
A DRUNKEN FATHER WHO USED
TO SLAM ME AGAINST THE WALL?
AN OLD LADY...
WHO HAD NO MARBLES IN HER HEAD?
SHE DIDN'T EVEN
RECOGNIZE ME HALF THE TIME.
THAT'S WHY I USED TO
COME HERE, BECAUSE...
BECAUSE YOU WERE GENTLE WITH ME,
AND YOU'D TALK
TO ME, YOU FEED ME.
YOU TOOK CARE OF ME.
ERNST... ERNST,
YOU'RE MY FATHER.
THAT'S THE BOY AGAIN SPEAKING.
A LITTLE BOY WITH
SO MUCH FEAR IN HIM.
REST.
REST WELL.
WHO'S OUT THERE?
WHO IS IT?
( in German accent): A
FRIEND, MR. VOLLMER.
A FRIEND?
YOU HAVE NEED
OF FRIENDS, ALLIES.
COME DOWN, MR. VOLLMER.
COME DOWN, AND WE
WILL TALK, YOU AND I.
HELLO, MR. VOLLMER.
WHO ARE YOU?
HOW DID YOU KNOW WHERE I WAS?
( laughs)
I SIMPLY FOLLOWED
YOUR TEARS, MR. VOLLMER.
YOU SAID THAT YOU HAD
SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT.
I DO, I DO INDEED.
I HAVE YOU TO TALK ABOUT,
AND THE THINGS YOU BELIEVE IN,
WHICH ARE THE THINGS
I BELIEVE IN, AS WELL.
YOUR SUCCESS, MR. VOLLMER,
WILL BE MY SUCCESS.
GO ON.
GOOD.
LET US START BY YOUR LEARNING
WHAT ARE THE
DYNAMICS OF A CROWD.
HOW DO YOU MOVE
A MOB, MR. VOLLMER?
HOW DO YOU EXCITE THEM?
HOW DO YOU MAKE THEM
FEEL AS ONE WITH YOU?
I-I DON'T KNOW. HOW?
JOIN THEM FIRST, MR. VOLLMER.
JOIN THEM?
YES, WHEN YOU SPEAK TO THEM,
SPEAK TO THEM AS IF YOU
WERE A MEMBER OF THE MOB.
SPEAK TO THEM IN THEIR
LANGUAGE, ON THEIR LEVEL.
MAKE THEIR HATE YOUR HATE.
IF THEY ARE POOR, TALK
TO THEM OF POVERTY.
IF THEY ARE AFRAID, TALK
TO THEM OF THEIR FEARS.
AND IF THEY ARE
ANGRY, MR. VOLLMER,
IF THEY ARE ANGRY,
GIVE THEM OBJECTS
FOR THEIR ANGER.
BUT MOST OF ALL,
THE THING THAT IS MOST OF
THE ESSENCE, MR. VOLLMER,
IS THAT YOU MAKE THIS MOB
AN EXTENSION OF YOURSELF.
SAY TO THEM THINGS
LIKE... THINGS LIKE...
"THEY CALL US HATEMONGERS.
"THEY SAY WE'RE PREJUDICED.
"THEY SAY WE'RE BIASED.
"THEY SAY WE HATE
MINORITIES... MINORITIES.
"UNDERSTAND THE TERM, NEIGHBORS:
"MINORITIES.
"SHOULD I TELL YOU
WHO ARE THE MINORITIES?
"SHOULD I TELL YOU?
( shouting): "WE...!
WE ARE THE MINORITIES!"
THAT WAY, MR. VOLLMER.
START IT THAT WAY.
I... UNDERSTAND.
I THINK I UNDERSTAND.
( weakly): NEIGHBORS...
( more confidently): NEIGHBORS.
THEY CALL US... HATEMONGERS.
THEY SAY...
( even more confidently):
WE ARE PREJUDICED.
THEY SAY... WE ARE BIASED!
THEY SAY THAT WE
HATE THE MINORITIES!
THE MINORITIES.
UNDERSTAND THE TERM, NEIGHBORS.
THE MINORITIES.
SHALL I TELL YOU WHO
THE MINORITIES ARE?!
WE, WE, WE...!
WE ARE THE MINORITIES!
BECAUSE PATRIOTISM...
IS A MINORITY.
BECAUSE LOVE OF
COUNTRY... IS THE MINORITY.
BECAUSE TO LIVE IN A
FREE, WHITE AMERICA
SEEMS TO BE OF A
MINORITY OPINION!
LET ME TELL YOU
SOMETHING, NEIGHBORS.
I WANT YOU TO DWELL ON THIS,
JUST DWELL ON IT.
WE HAD THE ATOM
BOMB, AND SUDDENLY...
THE RUSSIANS HAD IT.
WE WANTED TO
SEND MEN INTO SPACE!
BUT IT WAS THE RUSSIANS
WHO GOT THERE FIRST!
WE HAD THE HYDROGEN BOMB!
IT WAS THE RUSSIANS
WHO EXPLODED THEIRS.
WHO GAVE THEM THE BOMBS?
WHO SOLD US OUT?
WHO STABBED US IN THE BACK?
WELL... IF IT'S A
MINORITY OPINION
THAT WE HAVE TO SURVIVE,
THEN WE ARE THE MINORITY.
AND THIS MINORITY WILL NOT STOP
UNTIL IT IS THE MAJORITY!
THIS MINORITY WILL
NOT GIVE UP THE FIGHT!
THIS... IS THE
PROMISE AND THIS...
THIS IS THE LEGACY!
( applause and cheers)
( applause and cheers)
PAL, WE'RE IN THERE NOW, HUH?
NO MORE STREET CORNERS?
OH, BOY, ARE WE GOING NOW, HUH?
CONGRATULATIONS.
CONGRATULATIONS. THANKS.
NICE SPEECH.
THANK YOU.
LOOK, I'M NOT GOING
TO WAIT MUCH LONGER.
IF I DON'T GET PAID,
YOU DON'T HAVE THE
HALL TOMORROW NIGHT.
GIBBONS, WILL YOU COOL IT?
CAN'T YOU SEE WE'RE BUSY?
I'M NOT WAITING NOT
ANOTHER FIVE MINUTES!
I WANT IT SETTLED NOW.
I TOLD YOU, NO DOUGH, NO RENTAL.
NO DOUGH, NO HALL
TOMORROW NIGHT.
I'M NOT RUNNING THIS
PLACE FOR PLEASURE.
WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE PROBLEM?
THIS IS A VERY HUNGRY MAN HERE.
HE GOT TO HAVE HIS SHEKELS,
HIS LITTLE OLD MONEY.
I TOLD YOU GUYS
YOU'RE THREE WEEKS
BACK IN THE RENT.
YOU SAID YOU'D GIVE
ME IT A WEEK AGO.
ALL I GOT WAS CIGARETTE
BUTTS ON THE FLOOR.
AM I TO UNDERSTAND
YOU'RE GOING TO LOCK US OUT
FOR A COUPLE WEEKS' RENT?
YOU UNDERSTAND RIGHT.
$200 DUE, $200 THAT
I AIN'T RECEIVED.
WE HAPPEN TO BE
A YOUNG MOVEMENT.
WE'RE STILL STRUGGLING.
WE NEED TIME TO GROW.
BUT I DON'T RENT TIME...
I JUST RENT THE HALL.
IT'S THE MONEY
OR YOU BUILD A
PLATFORM IN THE STREET.
WHEW.
WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO, PETE?
WE GOT TO DO SOMETHING.
I DON'T SEE WHY WE WALK
TIPTOE WITH THIS GUY.
WHY DON'T I EDUCATE HIM?
I CAN, I GUARANTEE IT.
SOMEBODY LEFT THIS FOR YOU.
WHO?
NOBODY SAW HIM.
IT WAS LEFT AT THE BACK DOOR
WITH YOUR NAME.
TWO C's!
HEY, HOW ABOUT THAT, HUH?
WE NEEDED 200 BUCKS'
RENT, AND THERE IT IS!
DID YOU SEE WHO LEFT THIS?
NO, I DIDN'T.
THE MESSAGE WAS
JUST FOR YOU TO GET IT.
GIBBONS, COME AND GET IT.
WHERE'D THE DOUGH
COME FROM, PETE?
YOU HAVE ANY IDEA?
YOU WERE GREAT TONIGHT, PETE.
YOU WERE REALLY SOMETHING.
I CAN'T DESCRIBE HOW IT SOUNDED.
YOU HAD THEM...
JUST LIKE THAT, YOU HAD THEM.
WE'RE GOING TO
MAKE IT NOW, FRANK.
NOW WE'RE REALLY
GOING TO MAKE IT.
YOU BET YOUR LIFE.
AN EXCELLENT
PERFORMANCE, MR. VOLLMER.
VERY EFFECTIVE.
YOU LEARN QUICKLY.
THANK YOU.
I'D LIKE TO KNOW
WHO I'M THANKING.
IT DOES NOT MAKE
VERY MUCH DIFFERENCE.
I AM JUST PLEASED I COULD HELP.
YOU LEARNED THE STYLE VERY WELL.
YOU DELIVERED THE SPEECH
EXACTLY AS I TOLD YOU.
I'M VERY OBLIGED.
THE MONEY?
OH, IT WAS THE LEAST I COULD DO.
WE COULD NOT VERY WELL HAVE
YOU THROWN OUT INTO THE STREETS.
I HAPPEN TO FEEL YOUR
WORK IS VERY IMPORTANT.
ARE YOU ONE OF US?
ONE OF YOU, MR. VOLLMER?
YOU MIGHT SAY I AM YOU.
NOW, I HAVE SOME SUGGESTIONS.
I WILL CONTINUE
TO GIVE YOU ADVICE.
BUT THERE IS A MATTER
OF GREAT IMPORTANCE
THAT MUST BE TAKEN CARE OF.
WHAT IS IT?
AN EXPEDIENT, MR. VOLLMER.
OH, YOU MIGHT CALL IT A, UH...
A CAUSE CELEBRE.
SOMETHING TO CEMENT THE
ORGANIZATION TOGETHER.
I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
A MARTYR.
THE ORGANIZATION NEEDS A MARTYR.
HOW DO YOU FIND A MARTYR?
YOU DO NOT FIND
ONE, MR. VOLLMER.
YOU CHOOSE ONE.
YOU TAKE ONE OF NO VALUE,
AND YOU MAKE HIM INTO A SYMBOL.
YOU WRAP HIM IN A FLAG,
AND YOU MAKE HIS
DEATH WORK FOR YOU.
FIND A MAN WHO IS OF NO VALUE
WHILE HE'S ALIVE
BUT WHO CAN SERVE
YOU WHEN HE'S DEAD.
IS THERE SUCH A ONE?
WE'RE WAITING, PETE.
I'LL BE RIGHT THERE, NICK.
SURE, PETE.
YOU TALKING TO SOMEBODY, PETE?
YOU TELL FRANK TO COME IN HERE.
ALONE.
SURE THING, PETE.
RIGHT AWAY.
EXCELLENT, MR. VOLLMER.
AN EXCELLENT CHOICE.
I WAS JUST THINKING...
THERE MUST BE SOME OTHER WAY.
ANOTHER WAY?
THERE IS NO OTHER
WAY, MR. VOLLMER.
AND IF YOU SOFTEN
UP, IF YOU WEAKEN NOW,
THERE IS NO POINT IN GOING ON.
NOW... WHEN FRANK COMES BACK,
TELL HIM YOU HAVE
DISCOVERED AN INFORMER.
TELL HIM THE INFORMER
HAS DONE YOU IRREPARABLE DAMAGE.
TELL HIM THE INFORMER
MUST BE PUT OUT OF THE WAY.
BUT... PUT OUT OF THE WAY
CLEVERLY, MR. VOLLMER.
PUT OUT OF THE WAY SUBTLY.
PUT OUT OF THE WAY
SO THAT THERE IS SOME QUESTION
AS TO WHO IS RESPONSIBLE.
NICK'S, UH, BEEN WITH
US FROM THE BEGINNING.
FROM THE BEGINNING?
OH, NO, MR. VOLLMER.
NONE OF YOU WERE
THERE AT THE BEGINNING.
NONE OF YOU.
NICK'S A FRIEND OF MINE.
THIS IS AN ACT OF FRIENDSHIP.
WE ARE ALLOWING HIM
TO SERVE THE CAUSE.
( footsteps)
NICK SAID YOU WANTED TO SEE ME.
WE'VE GOT A STOOLIE
IN THE GROUP, FRANK.
A STOOLIE?
NICK.
NICK'S BEEN TALKING.
I THINK HE'S BEEN
HIRED BY THE POLICE.
NICK?! NICK HAS DONE THAT?
I KNOW IT FOR A FACT.
EVERYTHING WE'VE DONE
AND EVERYTHING WE'VE SAID...
NICK'S TOLD.
WHAT DO WE DO, PETE?
GET RID OF HIM.
MAKE IT LOOK LIKE
SOMEBODY ELSE DID IT.
MAKE IT LOOK LIKE SOMEBODY
WHO HATES US DID IT.
I UNDERSTAND.
I UNDERSTAND, PETE.
YOU CALL IT... YOU'VE GOT IT.
( sirens sounding)
CROSS OFF THE FAT ONE.
ANYTHING ELSE?
RIGHT.
WE NOW, ALL OF
US, HAVE A MARTYR.
WE HAVE A MARTYR!
Announcer: TWILIGHT ZONE WILL
CONTINUE AFTER STATION IDENTIFICATION.
IT'S A GOOD CROWD.
RIGHT UP TO THE CEILING.
WHAT'S THE MATTER, STANLEY?
NOTHING, PETE.
THEN WHY THE LOOK?
IT'S NOTHING, IT'S
NOTHING AT ALL.
YOU CAN TELL ME, STANLEY.
WHAT'S THE MATTER?
NICK WAS MY FRIEND, PETE.
HE WAS A NICE GUY.
I MISS HIM.
DO YOU WANT ME
TO REALLY TELL YOU
WHAT NICK WAS, STANLEY?
WOULD YOU REALLY LIKE A RUNDOWN?
HE WAS A FAT PIG!
WITH NO GUTS.
HE WAS A GREASY BIGMOUTH
WHO COPPED OUT AT EVERY TURN.
HE WAS A NICKEL-AND-DIME JUDAS,
AND HE GOT EXACTLY
WHAT HE DESERVED.
SO DON'T MOURN
FOR NICK, STANLEY.
BECAUSE HE DOESN'T
RATE MOURNING...
NOT THAT PIG.
( whistles and cheers)
A MAN OF HONOR DIED LAST WEEK.
A DECENT, COURAGEOUS FIGHTER
FOR THE CAUSE OF
FREEDOM GAVE HIS LIFE.
HE GAVE HIS LIFE FOR US!
SOME SKULKING...
ASSASSIN MURDERED HIM!
BUT FRIENDS, AND NEIGHBORS,
AND CO-FIGHTERS...
NICK BLOSS DID NOT DIE IN VAIN.
THEY STILLED HIS GREAT HEART...
BUT THEY COULD NOT
STIFLE HIS MEMORY.
THEY COULD NOT...
OBLITERATE HIS COURAGE.
THEY COULD NOT...
WIPE AWAY HIS HONOR.
HE LIVES IN YOU,
AND HE LIVES IN ME.
HE LIVES DEEP IN THE GUT
OF EVERY HUMAN BEING
WHO WANTS TO SEE
THE UNITED STATES
OF AMERICA BE FREE.
NICK BLOSS DIED FOR THIS.
AND YOU AND I... WE
MUST LIVE FOR THIS!
( cheers and whistles)
Vollmer: AND LET SOMEBODY
ELSE CONCERN THEMSELVES
WITH THE LIFEBLOOD
OF A NATION...
HE'S GOT A VOICE ON HIM.
I KNEW IT WHEN IT
WAS JUST A WHIMPER.
THAT'S A BAD KID, THAT ONE.
USED TO BE... USED TO BE
PEOPLE WOULD LAUGH AT HIM.
BUT LATELY, HE GETS THE CROWDS,
AND NOT MANY
PEOPLE LAUGH EITHER.
YOU'VE KNOW HIM A
LONG TIME, HAVEN'T YOU?
SINCE HE WAS A CHILD.
A SILENT, LITTLE BOY
WITH VERY LITTLE TO SAY.
( Vollmer continues
orating in background
Vollmer: WE'RE OVERDUE TO
CUT AWAY THE CANCEROUS...
I'VE SEEN IT BEFORE.
I'VE SEEN IT ALL BEFORE.
THAT WAS ANOTHER TIME, MR. GANZ.
ANOTHER PLACE,
ANOTHER KIND OF PEOPLE.
THAT DOESN'T GO HERE.
THAT'S WHAT WE SAID, TOO,
THEY WERE BROWN SCUM.
TEMPORARY INSANITY, PART
OF THE PASSING SCENE...
TOO MONSTROUS TO BE REAL.
SO, WE IGNORED THEM
OR LAUGHED AT THEM.
BECAUSE WE COULDN'T BELIEVE
THAT THERE WERE
ENOUGH INSANE PEOPLE
TO WALK ALONGSIDE OF THEM.
( sighs)
AND THEN ONE MORNING,
THE COUNTRY WOKE UP
FROM AN UNEASY SLEEP...
( Vollmer continues
orating in background
AND THERE WAS NO MORE LAUGHTER.
THE PETER VOLLMERS
HAD TAKEN OVER.
THE WILD ANIMALS
HAD CHANGED PLACES
WITH US IN THE CAGE.
Vollmer: THIS NATION OF OURS
IS BEING BEATEN TO DEATH!
JUST AS SURE AS THE ALMIGHTY
MADE COMMUNISTS,
CATHOLICS, AND JEWS.
THERE'S NO TIME TO STAND AROUND,
SCRATCH OUR HEADS,
AND PULL OUR BEARDS,
AND TWIDDLE WITH OUR EARLOBES...
BUT NOT AGAIN.
IT MUSTN'T HAPPEN AGAIN.
WE CAN'T LET IT.
WE SIMPLY CAN'T
LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN.
ALL, ALL THAT NIGHTMARE.
Vollmer: VIOLENCE HAPPENS TO
BE THE ONLY WAY TO BE VIOLENT...
OH, NO... NO, NOT THIS TIME.
Vollmer: WE DO NOT
WANT TO BE PUSHED.
NOW, I WANT TO ASK
YOU A FEW QUESTIONS.
YOU JUST ANSWER YES
OR NO TO THE FOLLOWING.
DO YOU WANT...
THE UNITED STATES OF
AMERICA TO REMAIN FREE?
All: YES!
DO YOU WANT YOUR HOMES INFECTED
WITH THE VERMIN
FROM FOREIGN SHORES?
All: NO!
NOW, LISTEN TO THIS ONE.
DO YOU WANT A BUNCH OF MONGRELS
( crowd murmuring) TO
COME OVER HERE...
GO ON, MR. VOLLMER.
YOU WERE SAYING?
I CAN TELL THEM WHAT
YOU WERE SAYING.
I'VE HEARD IT BEFORE.
I'VE HEARD IT A
THOUSAND TIMES BEFORE...
IN MUNICH, IN BERLIN...
ON A HUNDRED DIFFERENT
STREET CORNERS.
IT WAS DRIVEL THEN,
AND IT IS DRIVEL NOW.
YOU'VE GOT TO STOP, ERNST.
WELL, WHAT IS THIS ONE HERE?
THE NEW MODEL?
A 1963 FUHRER RIGHT
OFF THE ASSEMBLY LINE?
WELL, THIS ONE IS NOT SO NEW.
HE'S NOT SO FRESH.
THIS ONE IS NOTHING
BUT A CHEAP COPY!
PETER, WE'VE GOT
TO DO SOMETHING.
WE'RE LOSING THE AUDIENCE.
LET ME GET RID OF HIM.
JUST LEAVE ME ALONE.
Ganz: WELL, LET ME TELL
YOU ABOUT THIS ONE.
ABOUT THE BREED, THE SPECIES.
THEY'RE ALL ALIKE,
THEY ARE ALL ALIKE.
PROBLEM CHILDREN...
SICK, SAD, NEUROTICS,
WHO TAKE APPLAUSE LIKE A NEEDLE.
THAT'S ENOUGH, ERNST.
PLEASE... PLEASE?
LISTEN TO ME, PETER,
AND LET THEM LISTEN.
OR ELSE I'LL TELL THEM
ABOUT A QUAKING, WHIMPERING BOY
WHO CRIED ON MY COUCH;
WHO STILL CRIES ON MY COUCH.
( whispering): PLEASE
DON'T, PLEASE, ERNST.
PETE, DON'T LET HIM DO THIS.
PUT HIM DOWN.
YEAH, PUT ME DOWN, PUT ME DOWN.
SHUT ME UP.
STIFLE ME... WHY DON'T YOU?
( quieter): WHY CAN'T YOU?
BECAUSE THIS IS YOUR
COURAGE RIGHT HERE.
THIS IS YOUR STRENGTH.
THIS... AND THE
TORCHLIGHTS, AND THE CROWD,
AND THE SIEG HEIL!
( slaps)
( shocked murmurs)
THE REBUTTAL.
THE ONLY SORT OF ANSWER
YOUR KIND KNOWS HOW TO GIVE.
THIS IS YOUR FUHRER.
HE'S YOURS.
I GIVE HIM TO YOU.
A GIFT FROM THE SEWERS.
Man: MR. VOLLMER.
YOU SEE... THE WAY IT IS?
I KNEW HIM.
I KNEW THE OLD MAN.
IS THAT A FACT, MR. VOLLMER?
FOR SUCH A LONG TIME.
I'VE KNOWN HIM FOR SO LONG.
I'VE KNOWN HIM FOR SO LONG.
HE CHEAPENED YOU, MR. VOLLMER.
HE TORE YOU TO PIECES!
YOUR VOICE IS THAT OF A LION,
YOUR INSTINCTS ARE
THOSE OF A RABBIT.
AND YOU... WHAT ARE YOU?!
YOU DIRECT TRAFFIC
FROM THE DARKNESS!
YOU PLAN THE BATTLES,
AND YOU'RE NEVER THERE
WHEN THEY'RE FOUGHT!
WHY DON'T YOU COME
OUT IN THE LIGHT?
WHY DON'T YOU COME UP
HERE ALONGSIDE OF ME?
WHY DON'T YOU GIVE ME A NAME...
AND A FACE... AND A REASON WHY?
MR. VOLLMER.
I WAS MAKING SPEECHES
BEFORE YOU COULD READ THEM.
I WAS FIGHTING BATTLES
WHEN YOUR ONLY STRUGGLE
WAS TO CLIMB OUT OF A WOMB.
I WAS TAKING OVER THE WORLD
WHEN YOUR UNIVERSE WAS A CRIB!
AND AS FOR BEING IN
DARKNESS, MR. VOLLMER,
I INVENTED DARKNESS!
( gasps)
( panting)
YOU... YOU PICKED ME.
YOU PICKED ME.
I DID NOT PICK YOU, MR. VOLLMER.
YOU PICKED ME.
YOU CHOSE MY IDEAS,
YOU INVOKED MY NAME,
YOU STOLE MY SLOGANS.
SO NOW, YOU MUST TAKE
WHATEVER ELSE COMES WITH IT.
IN THE PAST, I HAVE
GIVEN YOU SUGGESTIONS.
NOW I GIVE ORDERS!
AND FROM NOW ON, YOU
MUST BE BUILT OF STEEL.
STEEL, MR. VOLLMER.
NO SOFT GAPS OF SENTIMENT.
LIKE WE HANDLED NICK.
LIKE WE HANDLED THE MOBS.
LIKE WE MADE THE SPEECHES.
AND BIT BY BIT, GRADUALLY,
WE SHALL FORGE A FORCE...
FIRST AN IDEA, THEN A FORCE.
JUST AS I DID IT
BEFORE, MR. VOLLMER,
WITH MY OWN HANDS!
WITH MY OWN HANDS!
THE OLD MAN, THE JEW,
HE'LL BE BACK AGAIN,
TOMORROW NIGHT, THE NEXT NIGHT.
I KNOW HIM, I KNOW THE TYPE.
WE SENT THEM INTO
THE OVENS, BUT ALWAYS,
THERE WAS A HANDFUL
LEFT TO POINT A FINGER.
HIS KIND, MR. VOLLMER,
HIS KIND ARE DANGEROUS.
THEY TALK, THEY THINK,
THEY PLANT A SEED.
THEY HOLD US BACK!
KILL HIM!
KILL THE OLD MAN!
KILL HIM?
KILL ERNST?
YES, TONIGHT. NOW.
HE'LL BE IN HIS ROOM.
ALL RIGHT, I'LL DO IT.
I'LL DO IT RIGHT NOW.
AND MR. VOLLMER...
WHEN YOU COME BACK,
WE WILL HAVE MUCH TO TALK ABOUT.
PLANS, CAMPAIGNS,
IDEAS... THE FIRST STEPS.
THIS IS ONLY THE
BEGINNING, MR. VOLLMER.
THIS IS JUST THE DAWN.
IT WILL BE A LONG, LONG DAY!
YOU WOULDN'T
LISTEN TO ME, ERNST.
YOU WOULDN'T PAY ATTENTION.
ON THE CONTRARY.
I LISTENED TO YOU
ALL I COULD STAND.
I COULDN'T EVEN BEGIN TO TELL
YOU WHAT'S HAPPENED, ERNST.
IT'S TOO INCREDIBLE,
TOO UNBELIEVABLE.
THERE'S NO STOPPING US NOW.
NO STOPPING YOU, PETER.
AN OLD MAN STOPPED YOU
TONIGHT, WITH A FEW WORDS.
HE STOPPED YOU WITH THE TRUTH.
NO, YOU'RE WRONG, ERNST.
IT'S NOT JUST ME ANYMORE.
THERE'S SOMEONE ELSE BEHIND US.
SOMEONE THAT YOU'D TREMBLE AT.
HE'D HAVE TO BE A VERY
IMPOSING FIGURE, PETER.
MORE IMPOSING THAN YOU.
MORE IMPOSING THAN
THAT, TOO, PETER.
ONLY BECAUSE YOU
DON'T THINK I'LL USE IT.
WHICH SHOWS YOU DON'T
KNOW ME VERY WELL, ERNST.
I KNOW YOU, PETER.
I KNOW YOU.
FROM A RAVAGED LITTLE
BOY WANTING LOVE...
TO A TORN MAN
CRAVING RESPECT,
IDENTITY, PRIDE.
PETER... I DON'T FEAR YOU,
SO YOU MAY DO WHAT
YOU HAVE IN MIND
AT ANY TIME YOU WISH.
BUT THIS LAST ONE
REMINDER TO YOU.
YOU CAN NEVER KILL AN
IDEA WITH A BULLET, PETER.
NEVER.
I'M ALL STEEL NOW.
ERNST, I'M MADE OF STEEL.
NO SENTIMENT, NO SOFTNESS.
JUST PURPOSE AND WILL.
THEN SHOOT.
KILL.
DESTROY ME.
( groans )
ALL STEEL... ALL STRENGTH.
BUT AT THE EXPENSE OF THE
THING MOST OTHER MEN HAVE.
SOME... FRAGMENTS OF DECENCY
TO TELL THEM RIGHT
FROM WRONG... ( coughs)
MAKE THEM FEEL
GUILT AT DISHONOR...
THAT MAKE THEM...
THAT MAKE THEM LOVE.
YES, PETER... YOU HAVE STEEL...
BUT YOU HAVE NO HEART.
Hitler: MR. VOLLMER!
SENTIMENTALITY?
NONE.
STEEL TONIGHT?
STEEL.
AND NO REGRETS?
NONE.
WHAT DID YOU DESTROY TONIGHT?
ONLY A DISEASE.
A GROWTH THAT WAS ON OUR
FLESH THAT HAD TO BE REMOVED.
NOT A MAN?
NO, HARDLY A MAN.
HOW DID IT FEEL?
IT FELT...
IT FELT LIKE I WAS IMMORTAL.
MR. VOLLMER!
WE ARE IMMORTAL!
YOU PETER VOLLMER?
WE HAVE A WARRANT
FOR YOUR ARREST.
CHARGE IS COMPLICITY IN MURDER.
VICTIM'S NAME WAS
NICHOLAS BLOSS.
THAT SHOULD BE FAMILIAR TO YOU.
THROW THAT GUN AWAY.
WALK TOWARD US
WITH YOUR HANDS UP.
THERE'S SOMETHING
VERY WRONG HERE.
YOU'VE MADE A TERRIBLE MISTAKE.
I'M MADE OUT OF STEEL.
DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND
THAT I'M MADE OUT OF STEEL?
WHERE WILL HE GO NEXT, THIS
PHANTOM FROM ANOTHER TIME,
THIS RESURRECTED GHOST
OF A PREVIOUS NIGHTMARE...
CHICAGO, LOS
ANGELES, MIAMI, FLORIDA,
VINCENNES, INDIANA,
SYRACUSE, NEW YORK?
ANYPLACE, EVERYPLACE,
WHERE THERE'S HATE,
WHERE THERE'S PREJUDICE,
WHERE THERE'S BIGOTRY.
HE'S ALIVE.
HE'S ALIVE SO LONG
AS THESE EVILS EXIST.
REMEMBER THAT WHEN
HE COMES TO YOUR TOWN.
REMEMBER IT WHEN
YOU HEAR HIS VOICE
SPEAKING OUT THROUGH OTHERS.
REMEMBER IT WHEN
YOU HEAR A NAME CALLED,
A MINORITY ATTACKED,
ANY BLIND, UNREASONING ASSAULT
ON A PEOPLE OR ANY HUMAN BEING.
HE'S ALIVE BECAUSE
THROUGH THESE THINGS,
WE KEEP HIM ALIVE.
THE TALENTED AUTHOR
RICHARD MATHESON
PAYS A RETURN VISIT
TO TWILIGHT ZONE
WITH A STORY CALLED "MUTE."
IT PROVIDES AN EXCEPTION
CHALLENGE TO THE ACTING TALENTS
OF BARBARA BAXLEY, FRANK OVERTON
AND AN UNUSUAL 12-YEAR-OLD
BY THE NAME OF ANN JILLIAN.
IS SHE BURNED?
SHE'S ALIVE.
ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
SHE'S IN SHOCK, HARRY.
BAD OFF.
CAN'T TALK, CAN'T
CRY, CAN'T DO NOTHING.
SHE'S NOT BURNED, THOUGH.
HOW COULD SHE GET OUT OF THAT
HOUSE WITHOUT BEING BURNED?
( children chattering)
DON'T PUSH, CHILDREN.
BE CAREFUL.
BE CAREFUL.
I WANT YOU TO KNOW
YOU'RE NOT FOOLING
ME FOR ONE MOMENT.
I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE.
I KNOW... BECAUSE MY
FATHER TRIED TO FORCE ME
INTO THE SAME THING
WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE.
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.
( meows)
Man: THE ECONOMY OF OUR
WORLD, NOW, THEN, AND FOREVER,
HAVE ALWAYS FOUND
THE INSIDIOUS BREED OF
INTERNATIONAL BANKERS.
THESE ARE THE
WORSHIPPERS OF THE PURSE.
( laughs)
THEIR RELIGION IS MONETARY GAIN.
THEIR SHRINE IS GOLD.
THEIR LOYALTIES, FIRST,
FOREMOST, AND PRIMARILY,
DEAL WITH MONEY.
WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT?
EXAMINE THE PHENOMENON
OF FOREIGN CONTROL.
YOU EXAMINE IT,
AND YOU WILL NOTE
WITH ABSOLUTE CLARITY
THAT THE LINES LEAD
DIRECTLY TO PALESTINE!
THEY LEAD DIRECTLY TO AFRICA!
THEY LEAD DIRECTLY...
TO THE VATICAN!
UH, UM... SO, SO, THERE WE ARE!
THERE IT IS!
THERE IS A CONSPIRACY!
THERE'S A INSIDIOUS,
ENVELOPING CONSPIRACY!
A CONSPIRACY PERSONIFIED
BY THE YELLOW MAN...
BY THE BLACK MAN...
AND BY FOREIGNERS WHO COME IN
AND INFILTRATE INTO OUR
ECONOMIC STRUCTURE.
OH, THERE'LL COME A
MORNING, YES, THERE WILL,
THERE WILL COME A MORNING
WHEN THESE MEN HAVE
TAKEN OVER YOUR HOME,
TAKEN OVER YOUR DAUGHTERS...
AND THEY'LL BE SITTING RIGHT
THERE ON YOUR DOORSTEP.
IF ANYBODY'S SITTING ON
YOUR DOORSTEP, BUDDY,
HE'S A MAN IN A WHITE COAT.
YOU BETTER JUST
GO WITH HIM, QUIETLY.
YOU THINK THAT'S
FUNNY, DON'T YOU?
YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY YOUR
COUNTRY CAN BE SOLD OUT.
THAT THEY CAN SELL OUT
YOUR FLAG AND BIRTH RIGHTS.
THAT'S FUNNY, HUH?
WELL, DO SOMETHING
ABOUT IT, PUNK.
YOU'RE SUCH A BIG TIGER,
WHY DON'T YOU COME DOWN
HERE AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT?
LET ME TELL YOU
SOMETHING RIGHT NOW.
SOMEDAY THIS COUNTRY'S
GOING TO WAKE UP.
AND WHEN THEY FIND OUT
HOW IZZY SOLD THEM OUT,
AND HOW RASTUS SOLD THEM OUT
AND HOW PANCHO SOLD THEM OUT,
THEY'RE GOING TO MAKE UP A LIST
OF ALL THE PEOPLE
THAT GET PAID BACK.
AND YOU KNOW WHERE YOU'LL BE?
RIGHT ON THE TOP OF THAT LIST!
( jeering laughter)
Speaker: COME HERE, I'LL FIX...
( grunting)
Man: COME HERE!
WHAT'S THE MATTER, PUNK?
NO MORE BIG SPEECHES?
NO MORE BIG TALK, HUH?
KNOW WHAT YOU'LL
SEE WHEN YOU GET HOME
AND LOOK IN THE MIRROR?
A SCRAWNY LITTLE
KOOK WITH A BIG MOUTH.
A BIG HATER WHEN YOU
GOT A COUPLE OF PUNKS
IN FRONT OF YOU.
( sirens wailing)
( horns honking)
PROBLEMS, FELLAS, HUH?
THE COMMUNISTS, THE
COMMUNISTS DID THIS.
WHICH ONES?
ALL OF 'EM, ALL OF
'EM WERE COMMUNISTS.
WHAT ABOUT SOME NAMES, JACK?
IF YOU PRESS CHARGES,
WE'LL NEED NAMES.
FORGET ABOUT IT.
WE CAN HANDLE THIS OURSELVES.
NEED MEDICAL ATTENTION?
WE DON'T NEED ANY.
OKAY, JACK.
HEY, JACK.
YOU FORGOT YOUR, UM, YOUR FLAG.
THERE'LL COME A DAY
WHEN GUYS LIKE YOU
WILL CRAWL ON YOUR
BELLY JUST TO SALUTE THIS.
THERE'LL COME A DAY.
LET ME KNOW THE DATE, JACK.
THAT MORNING,
I'LL CUT MY WRISTS.
HEY, PETE.
PETE, I'M GLAD YOU'RE OKAY.
BOY, THERE MUST'VE BEEN
EIGHT, TEN GUYS ON TOP OF ME.
I HAD ALL I COULD
DO TO GET AWAY.
YOU GET A MEAN CROWD, PETE.
GET A HOT NIGHT, YOU
GET A MEAN CROWD.
I TOLD YOU GUYS THAT.
EVERY TIME YOU GET A HOT NIGHT,
YOU GET A COUPLE OF
STIFFS IN THE CROWD
AND THEY SWING IT
ALL THE WRONG WAY.
REMEMBER WHEN I WAS
TELLING YOU THAT, PETE?
REMEMBER HOW I WAS TELLING YOU
EVERY TIME YOU
GET A HOT NIGHT...
IT'S ALL RIGHT.
IT'S DONE. IT'S DONE.
SURE, PETE, SURE.
WHY?
I TRIED SO HARD.
I TRIED SO HARD OUT
THERE TONIGHT, I...
I COULDN'T... GET THROUGH.
I COULDN'T GET
THROUGH TO ANY OF THEM.
I KNEW WHAT I HAD
TO SAY TO THEM,
I KNEW WHAT I HAD TO TELL
THEM, AND I JUST COU... I COULDN'T.
I COULDN'T GET IT OUT.
I COULDN'T FIND THE WORDS.
SOMEDAY, THEY'RE
GOING TO HAVE TO LISTEN.
SOMEDAY THEY'RE GOING TO CHEER!
SOMEDAY THEY WILL, PETE.
THEY WILL.
PORTRAIT OF A BUSH-LEAGUE
FUHRER NAMED PETER VOLLMER.
A SPARSE LITTLE MAN WHO
FEEDS OFF HIS SELF-DELUSIONS
AND FINDS HIMSELF
PERPETUALLY HUNGRY
FOR WANT OF
GREATNESS IN HIS DIET.
AND LIKE SOME
GOOSE-STEPPING PREDECESSORS,
HE SEARCHES FOR SOMETHING
TO EXPLAIN HIS HUNGER
AND RATIONALIZE WHY A WORLD
PASSES HIM BY WITHOUT SALUTING.
THE SOMETHING HE LOOKS
FOR, AND FINDS, IS IN A SEWER.
IN HIS OWN TWISTED,
DISTORTED LEXICON,
HE CALLS IT FAITH,
STRENGTH, TRUTH.
BUT IN JUST A MOMENT
PETER VOLLMER
WILL PLY HIS TRADE ON
ANOTHER KIND OF CORNER...
A STRANGE INTERSECTION
IN A SHADOWLAND
CALLED THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
( cello playing)
( in German accent):
WASH YOUR FACE.
( sighs)
IT'S NOT A MORTAL WOUND.
I THINK YOU'LL SURVIVE.
WHEN YOU GET HOME,
PUT SOME IODINE ON IT.
WANT A CUP OF COFFEE?
A DRINK?
MAY I HAVE A DRINK, ERNST?
I HAVE WINE, YOU WANT SOME?
ONE SIPS WINE, PETER.
THIS IS NOT MEDICINE.
WELL, I'LL KEEP THAT
IN MIND FOR NEXT TIME.
FOR THE NEXT TIME?
JUST HOW MANY NEXT TIMES
DO SUPPOSE A PERSON HAS
IN THE SCHEME OF THINGS?
DON'T LECTURE ME, ERNST.
I'M SICK AND TIRED,
AND I DON'T NEED TO BE LECTURED.
CAN I STAY HERE TONIGHT?
IT REMAINS HERE
FOR YOU, AS USUAL.
YOU'RE A GOOD FRIEND, ERNST.
YOU'RE A GOOD FRIEND.
A MAN DOES WHAT HE BELIEVES IN.
A MAN USUALLY DOES.
WELL, I BELIEVE CERTAIN THINGS.
IS THAT A FACT?
YES, WELL, WHAT
DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE
IF WE DON'T THINK ALIKE
ABOUT THE SAME THINGS?
I MEAN, WE'RE FRIENDS.
YOU'VE KNOWN ME
SINCE I WAS A KID.
( sighs deeply)
WHEN YOU WERE
A LITTLE KID, PETER,
AND I USED TO FIND YOU CRYING
AT MY DOOR LATE AT NIGHT...
I COULD PITY YOU THEN.
AND NOW?
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
NOW YOU PEDDLE HATE
ON STREET CORNERS
AS IF IT WERE POPCORN.
IT'S NOT HATE, IT'S,
UH, A POINT OF VIEW,
IT'S A PHILOSOPHY.
AH, I KNOW THE PHILOSOPHY.
I KNOW IT QUITE WELL.
NINE YEARS IN A
PLACE CALLED DACHAU.
YOU KNOW WHO PUT ME THERE?
PETER VOLLMER.
A LOT OF PETER VOLLMERS.
FRUSTRATED MEN...
SICK MEN... ANGRY MEN.
BUT THE RESULT, THE EFFECT...
NEVER MIND THE CAUSE...
12 MILLION BODIES
IN SHALLOW GRAVES.
AND IT ALL STARTED
WITH YOUNG MEN IN UNIFORM
TALKING ON STREET CORNERS.
YOU LET ME COME HERE.
YOU LET ME COME HERE;
YOU NEVER SENT ME AWAY.
NO, I NEVER DID.
I NEVER DO.
THAT'S THE WEAKNESS YOU SCREAM
ABOUT ON YOUR STREET CORNERS.
SENTIMENTALITY, SOFTNESS,
THE WEAKNESS THAT MAKES
A MAN HIS BROTHER'S KEEPER.
OH, I MUST BE ONE OF THE WORST
OF YOUR CRIMINALS, PETER.
SENTIMENTAL... SOFT!
AND VERY PREOCCUPIED
WITH MY BROTHER.
I SHOULD CLOSE THE DOOR ON YOU.
PERHAPS... THIS IS MY SICKNESS.
I... I ONLY SEE THE
BOY... NOT THE MAN.
SLEEP ON THE COUCH.
LOOK... WHY DON'T
YOU UNDERSTAND?
YOU'RE LIKE A FATHER.
YOU'RE THE ONLY
THING IN THE WORLD
THAT I'VE EVER LOVED.
WHAT HAVE I EVER HAD TO LOVE?
( voice cracking): WHAT?
A DRUNKEN FATHER WHO USED
TO SLAM ME AGAINST THE WALL?
AN OLD LADY...
WHO HAD NO MARBLES IN HER HEAD?
SHE DIDN'T EVEN
RECOGNIZE ME HALF THE TIME.
THAT'S WHY I USED TO
COME HERE, BECAUSE...
BECAUSE YOU WERE GENTLE WITH ME,
AND YOU'D TALK
TO ME, YOU FEED ME.
YOU TOOK CARE OF ME.
ERNST... ERNST,
YOU'RE MY FATHER.
THAT'S THE BOY AGAIN SPEAKING.
A LITTLE BOY WITH
SO MUCH FEAR IN HIM.
REST.
REST WELL.
WHO'S OUT THERE?
WHO IS IT?
( in German accent): A
FRIEND, MR. VOLLMER.
A FRIEND?
YOU HAVE NEED
OF FRIENDS, ALLIES.
COME DOWN, MR. VOLLMER.
COME DOWN, AND WE
WILL TALK, YOU AND I.
HELLO, MR. VOLLMER.
WHO ARE YOU?
HOW DID YOU KNOW WHERE I WAS?
( laughs)
I SIMPLY FOLLOWED
YOUR TEARS, MR. VOLLMER.
YOU SAID THAT YOU HAD
SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT.
I DO, I DO INDEED.
I HAVE YOU TO TALK ABOUT,
AND THE THINGS YOU BELIEVE IN,
WHICH ARE THE THINGS
I BELIEVE IN, AS WELL.
YOUR SUCCESS, MR. VOLLMER,
WILL BE MY SUCCESS.
GO ON.
GOOD.
LET US START BY YOUR LEARNING
WHAT ARE THE
DYNAMICS OF A CROWD.
HOW DO YOU MOVE
A MOB, MR. VOLLMER?
HOW DO YOU EXCITE THEM?
HOW DO YOU MAKE THEM
FEEL AS ONE WITH YOU?
I-I DON'T KNOW. HOW?
JOIN THEM FIRST, MR. VOLLMER.
JOIN THEM?
YES, WHEN YOU SPEAK TO THEM,
SPEAK TO THEM AS IF YOU
WERE A MEMBER OF THE MOB.
SPEAK TO THEM IN THEIR
LANGUAGE, ON THEIR LEVEL.
MAKE THEIR HATE YOUR HATE.
IF THEY ARE POOR, TALK
TO THEM OF POVERTY.
IF THEY ARE AFRAID, TALK
TO THEM OF THEIR FEARS.
AND IF THEY ARE
ANGRY, MR. VOLLMER,
IF THEY ARE ANGRY,
GIVE THEM OBJECTS
FOR THEIR ANGER.
BUT MOST OF ALL,
THE THING THAT IS MOST OF
THE ESSENCE, MR. VOLLMER,
IS THAT YOU MAKE THIS MOB
AN EXTENSION OF YOURSELF.
SAY TO THEM THINGS
LIKE... THINGS LIKE...
"THEY CALL US HATEMONGERS.
"THEY SAY WE'RE PREJUDICED.
"THEY SAY WE'RE BIASED.
"THEY SAY WE HATE
MINORITIES... MINORITIES.
"UNDERSTAND THE TERM, NEIGHBORS:
"MINORITIES.
"SHOULD I TELL YOU
WHO ARE THE MINORITIES?
"SHOULD I TELL YOU?
( shouting): "WE...!
WE ARE THE MINORITIES!"
THAT WAY, MR. VOLLMER.
START IT THAT WAY.
I... UNDERSTAND.
I THINK I UNDERSTAND.
( weakly): NEIGHBORS...
( more confidently): NEIGHBORS.
THEY CALL US... HATEMONGERS.
THEY SAY...
( even more confidently):
WE ARE PREJUDICED.
THEY SAY... WE ARE BIASED!
THEY SAY THAT WE
HATE THE MINORITIES!
THE MINORITIES.
UNDERSTAND THE TERM, NEIGHBORS.
THE MINORITIES.
SHALL I TELL YOU WHO
THE MINORITIES ARE?!
WE, WE, WE...!
WE ARE THE MINORITIES!
BECAUSE PATRIOTISM...
IS A MINORITY.
BECAUSE LOVE OF
COUNTRY... IS THE MINORITY.
BECAUSE TO LIVE IN A
FREE, WHITE AMERICA
SEEMS TO BE OF A
MINORITY OPINION!
LET ME TELL YOU
SOMETHING, NEIGHBORS.
I WANT YOU TO DWELL ON THIS,
JUST DWELL ON IT.
WE HAD THE ATOM
BOMB, AND SUDDENLY...
THE RUSSIANS HAD IT.
WE WANTED TO
SEND MEN INTO SPACE!
BUT IT WAS THE RUSSIANS
WHO GOT THERE FIRST!
WE HAD THE HYDROGEN BOMB!
IT WAS THE RUSSIANS
WHO EXPLODED THEIRS.
WHO GAVE THEM THE BOMBS?
WHO SOLD US OUT?
WHO STABBED US IN THE BACK?
WELL... IF IT'S A
MINORITY OPINION
THAT WE HAVE TO SURVIVE,
THEN WE ARE THE MINORITY.
AND THIS MINORITY WILL NOT STOP
UNTIL IT IS THE MAJORITY!
THIS MINORITY WILL
NOT GIVE UP THE FIGHT!
THIS... IS THE
PROMISE AND THIS...
THIS IS THE LEGACY!
( applause and cheers)
( applause and cheers)
PAL, WE'RE IN THERE NOW, HUH?
NO MORE STREET CORNERS?
OH, BOY, ARE WE GOING NOW, HUH?
CONGRATULATIONS.
CONGRATULATIONS. THANKS.
NICE SPEECH.
THANK YOU.
LOOK, I'M NOT GOING
TO WAIT MUCH LONGER.
IF I DON'T GET PAID,
YOU DON'T HAVE THE
HALL TOMORROW NIGHT.
GIBBONS, WILL YOU COOL IT?
CAN'T YOU SEE WE'RE BUSY?
I'M NOT WAITING NOT
ANOTHER FIVE MINUTES!
I WANT IT SETTLED NOW.
I TOLD YOU, NO DOUGH, NO RENTAL.
NO DOUGH, NO HALL
TOMORROW NIGHT.
I'M NOT RUNNING THIS
PLACE FOR PLEASURE.
WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE PROBLEM?
THIS IS A VERY HUNGRY MAN HERE.
HE GOT TO HAVE HIS SHEKELS,
HIS LITTLE OLD MONEY.
I TOLD YOU GUYS
YOU'RE THREE WEEKS
BACK IN THE RENT.
YOU SAID YOU'D GIVE
ME IT A WEEK AGO.
ALL I GOT WAS CIGARETTE
BUTTS ON THE FLOOR.
AM I TO UNDERSTAND
YOU'RE GOING TO LOCK US OUT
FOR A COUPLE WEEKS' RENT?
YOU UNDERSTAND RIGHT.
$200 DUE, $200 THAT
I AIN'T RECEIVED.
WE HAPPEN TO BE
A YOUNG MOVEMENT.
WE'RE STILL STRUGGLING.
WE NEED TIME TO GROW.
BUT I DON'T RENT TIME...
I JUST RENT THE HALL.
IT'S THE MONEY
OR YOU BUILD A
PLATFORM IN THE STREET.
WHEW.
WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO, PETE?
WE GOT TO DO SOMETHING.
I DON'T SEE WHY WE WALK
TIPTOE WITH THIS GUY.
WHY DON'T I EDUCATE HIM?
I CAN, I GUARANTEE IT.
SOMEBODY LEFT THIS FOR YOU.
WHO?
NOBODY SAW HIM.
IT WAS LEFT AT THE BACK DOOR
WITH YOUR NAME.
TWO C's!
HEY, HOW ABOUT THAT, HUH?
WE NEEDED 200 BUCKS'
RENT, AND THERE IT IS!
DID YOU SEE WHO LEFT THIS?
NO, I DIDN'T.
THE MESSAGE WAS
JUST FOR YOU TO GET IT.
GIBBONS, COME AND GET IT.
WHERE'D THE DOUGH
COME FROM, PETE?
YOU HAVE ANY IDEA?
YOU WERE GREAT TONIGHT, PETE.
YOU WERE REALLY SOMETHING.
I CAN'T DESCRIBE HOW IT SOUNDED.
YOU HAD THEM...
JUST LIKE THAT, YOU HAD THEM.
WE'RE GOING TO
MAKE IT NOW, FRANK.
NOW WE'RE REALLY
GOING TO MAKE IT.
YOU BET YOUR LIFE.
AN EXCELLENT
PERFORMANCE, MR. VOLLMER.
VERY EFFECTIVE.
YOU LEARN QUICKLY.
THANK YOU.
I'D LIKE TO KNOW
WHO I'M THANKING.
IT DOES NOT MAKE
VERY MUCH DIFFERENCE.
I AM JUST PLEASED I COULD HELP.
YOU LEARNED THE STYLE VERY WELL.
YOU DELIVERED THE SPEECH
EXACTLY AS I TOLD YOU.
I'M VERY OBLIGED.
THE MONEY?
OH, IT WAS THE LEAST I COULD DO.
WE COULD NOT VERY WELL HAVE
YOU THROWN OUT INTO THE STREETS.
I HAPPEN TO FEEL YOUR
WORK IS VERY IMPORTANT.
ARE YOU ONE OF US?
ONE OF YOU, MR. VOLLMER?
YOU MIGHT SAY I AM YOU.
NOW, I HAVE SOME SUGGESTIONS.
I WILL CONTINUE
TO GIVE YOU ADVICE.
BUT THERE IS A MATTER
OF GREAT IMPORTANCE
THAT MUST BE TAKEN CARE OF.
WHAT IS IT?
AN EXPEDIENT, MR. VOLLMER.
OH, YOU MIGHT CALL IT A, UH...
A CAUSE CELEBRE.
SOMETHING TO CEMENT THE
ORGANIZATION TOGETHER.
I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
A MARTYR.
THE ORGANIZATION NEEDS A MARTYR.
HOW DO YOU FIND A MARTYR?
YOU DO NOT FIND
ONE, MR. VOLLMER.
YOU CHOOSE ONE.
YOU TAKE ONE OF NO VALUE,
AND YOU MAKE HIM INTO A SYMBOL.
YOU WRAP HIM IN A FLAG,
AND YOU MAKE HIS
DEATH WORK FOR YOU.
FIND A MAN WHO IS OF NO VALUE
WHILE HE'S ALIVE
BUT WHO CAN SERVE
YOU WHEN HE'S DEAD.
IS THERE SUCH A ONE?
WE'RE WAITING, PETE.
I'LL BE RIGHT THERE, NICK.
SURE, PETE.
YOU TALKING TO SOMEBODY, PETE?
YOU TELL FRANK TO COME IN HERE.
ALONE.
SURE THING, PETE.
RIGHT AWAY.
EXCELLENT, MR. VOLLMER.
AN EXCELLENT CHOICE.
I WAS JUST THINKING...
THERE MUST BE SOME OTHER WAY.
ANOTHER WAY?
THERE IS NO OTHER
WAY, MR. VOLLMER.
AND IF YOU SOFTEN
UP, IF YOU WEAKEN NOW,
THERE IS NO POINT IN GOING ON.
NOW... WHEN FRANK COMES BACK,
TELL HIM YOU HAVE
DISCOVERED AN INFORMER.
TELL HIM THE INFORMER
HAS DONE YOU IRREPARABLE DAMAGE.
TELL HIM THE INFORMER
MUST BE PUT OUT OF THE WAY.
BUT... PUT OUT OF THE WAY
CLEVERLY, MR. VOLLMER.
PUT OUT OF THE WAY SUBTLY.
PUT OUT OF THE WAY
SO THAT THERE IS SOME QUESTION
AS TO WHO IS RESPONSIBLE.
NICK'S, UH, BEEN WITH
US FROM THE BEGINNING.
FROM THE BEGINNING?
OH, NO, MR. VOLLMER.
NONE OF YOU WERE
THERE AT THE BEGINNING.
NONE OF YOU.
NICK'S A FRIEND OF MINE.
THIS IS AN ACT OF FRIENDSHIP.
WE ARE ALLOWING HIM
TO SERVE THE CAUSE.
( footsteps)
NICK SAID YOU WANTED TO SEE ME.
WE'VE GOT A STOOLIE
IN THE GROUP, FRANK.
A STOOLIE?
NICK.
NICK'S BEEN TALKING.
I THINK HE'S BEEN
HIRED BY THE POLICE.
NICK?! NICK HAS DONE THAT?
I KNOW IT FOR A FACT.
EVERYTHING WE'VE DONE
AND EVERYTHING WE'VE SAID...
NICK'S TOLD.
WHAT DO WE DO, PETE?
GET RID OF HIM.
MAKE IT LOOK LIKE
SOMEBODY ELSE DID IT.
MAKE IT LOOK LIKE SOMEBODY
WHO HATES US DID IT.
I UNDERSTAND.
I UNDERSTAND, PETE.
YOU CALL IT... YOU'VE GOT IT.
( sirens sounding)
CROSS OFF THE FAT ONE.
ANYTHING ELSE?
RIGHT.
WE NOW, ALL OF
US, HAVE A MARTYR.
WE HAVE A MARTYR!
Announcer: TWILIGHT ZONE WILL
CONTINUE AFTER STATION IDENTIFICATION.
IT'S A GOOD CROWD.
RIGHT UP TO THE CEILING.
WHAT'S THE MATTER, STANLEY?
NOTHING, PETE.
THEN WHY THE LOOK?
IT'S NOTHING, IT'S
NOTHING AT ALL.
YOU CAN TELL ME, STANLEY.
WHAT'S THE MATTER?
NICK WAS MY FRIEND, PETE.
HE WAS A NICE GUY.
I MISS HIM.
DO YOU WANT ME
TO REALLY TELL YOU
WHAT NICK WAS, STANLEY?
WOULD YOU REALLY LIKE A RUNDOWN?
HE WAS A FAT PIG!
WITH NO GUTS.
HE WAS A GREASY BIGMOUTH
WHO COPPED OUT AT EVERY TURN.
HE WAS A NICKEL-AND-DIME JUDAS,
AND HE GOT EXACTLY
WHAT HE DESERVED.
SO DON'T MOURN
FOR NICK, STANLEY.
BECAUSE HE DOESN'T
RATE MOURNING...
NOT THAT PIG.
( whistles and cheers)
A MAN OF HONOR DIED LAST WEEK.
A DECENT, COURAGEOUS FIGHTER
FOR THE CAUSE OF
FREEDOM GAVE HIS LIFE.
HE GAVE HIS LIFE FOR US!
SOME SKULKING...
ASSASSIN MURDERED HIM!
BUT FRIENDS, AND NEIGHBORS,
AND CO-FIGHTERS...
NICK BLOSS DID NOT DIE IN VAIN.
THEY STILLED HIS GREAT HEART...
BUT THEY COULD NOT
STIFLE HIS MEMORY.
THEY COULD NOT...
OBLITERATE HIS COURAGE.
THEY COULD NOT...
WIPE AWAY HIS HONOR.
HE LIVES IN YOU,
AND HE LIVES IN ME.
HE LIVES DEEP IN THE GUT
OF EVERY HUMAN BEING
WHO WANTS TO SEE
THE UNITED STATES
OF AMERICA BE FREE.
NICK BLOSS DIED FOR THIS.
AND YOU AND I... WE
MUST LIVE FOR THIS!
( cheers and whistles)
Vollmer: AND LET SOMEBODY
ELSE CONCERN THEMSELVES
WITH THE LIFEBLOOD
OF A NATION...
HE'S GOT A VOICE ON HIM.
I KNEW IT WHEN IT
WAS JUST A WHIMPER.
THAT'S A BAD KID, THAT ONE.
USED TO BE... USED TO BE
PEOPLE WOULD LAUGH AT HIM.
BUT LATELY, HE GETS THE CROWDS,
AND NOT MANY
PEOPLE LAUGH EITHER.
YOU'VE KNOW HIM A
LONG TIME, HAVEN'T YOU?
SINCE HE WAS A CHILD.
A SILENT, LITTLE BOY
WITH VERY LITTLE TO SAY.
( Vollmer continues
orating in background
Vollmer: WE'RE OVERDUE TO
CUT AWAY THE CANCEROUS...
I'VE SEEN IT BEFORE.
I'VE SEEN IT ALL BEFORE.
THAT WAS ANOTHER TIME, MR. GANZ.
ANOTHER PLACE,
ANOTHER KIND OF PEOPLE.
THAT DOESN'T GO HERE.
THAT'S WHAT WE SAID, TOO,
THEY WERE BROWN SCUM.
TEMPORARY INSANITY, PART
OF THE PASSING SCENE...
TOO MONSTROUS TO BE REAL.
SO, WE IGNORED THEM
OR LAUGHED AT THEM.
BECAUSE WE COULDN'T BELIEVE
THAT THERE WERE
ENOUGH INSANE PEOPLE
TO WALK ALONGSIDE OF THEM.
( sighs)
AND THEN ONE MORNING,
THE COUNTRY WOKE UP
FROM AN UNEASY SLEEP...
( Vollmer continues
orating in background
AND THERE WAS NO MORE LAUGHTER.
THE PETER VOLLMERS
HAD TAKEN OVER.
THE WILD ANIMALS
HAD CHANGED PLACES
WITH US IN THE CAGE.
Vollmer: THIS NATION OF OURS
IS BEING BEATEN TO DEATH!
JUST AS SURE AS THE ALMIGHTY
MADE COMMUNISTS,
CATHOLICS, AND JEWS.
THERE'S NO TIME TO STAND AROUND,
SCRATCH OUR HEADS,
AND PULL OUR BEARDS,
AND TWIDDLE WITH OUR EARLOBES...
BUT NOT AGAIN.
IT MUSTN'T HAPPEN AGAIN.
WE CAN'T LET IT.
WE SIMPLY CAN'T
LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN.
ALL, ALL THAT NIGHTMARE.
Vollmer: VIOLENCE HAPPENS TO
BE THE ONLY WAY TO BE VIOLENT...
OH, NO... NO, NOT THIS TIME.
Vollmer: WE DO NOT
WANT TO BE PUSHED.
NOW, I WANT TO ASK
YOU A FEW QUESTIONS.
YOU JUST ANSWER YES
OR NO TO THE FOLLOWING.
DO YOU WANT...
THE UNITED STATES OF
AMERICA TO REMAIN FREE?
All: YES!
DO YOU WANT YOUR HOMES INFECTED
WITH THE VERMIN
FROM FOREIGN SHORES?
All: NO!
NOW, LISTEN TO THIS ONE.
DO YOU WANT A BUNCH OF MONGRELS
( crowd murmuring) TO
COME OVER HERE...
GO ON, MR. VOLLMER.
YOU WERE SAYING?
I CAN TELL THEM WHAT
YOU WERE SAYING.
I'VE HEARD IT BEFORE.
I'VE HEARD IT A
THOUSAND TIMES BEFORE...
IN MUNICH, IN BERLIN...
ON A HUNDRED DIFFERENT
STREET CORNERS.
IT WAS DRIVEL THEN,
AND IT IS DRIVEL NOW.
YOU'VE GOT TO STOP, ERNST.
WELL, WHAT IS THIS ONE HERE?
THE NEW MODEL?
A 1963 FUHRER RIGHT
OFF THE ASSEMBLY LINE?
WELL, THIS ONE IS NOT SO NEW.
HE'S NOT SO FRESH.
THIS ONE IS NOTHING
BUT A CHEAP COPY!
PETER, WE'VE GOT
TO DO SOMETHING.
WE'RE LOSING THE AUDIENCE.
LET ME GET RID OF HIM.
JUST LEAVE ME ALONE.
Ganz: WELL, LET ME TELL
YOU ABOUT THIS ONE.
ABOUT THE BREED, THE SPECIES.
THEY'RE ALL ALIKE,
THEY ARE ALL ALIKE.
PROBLEM CHILDREN...
SICK, SAD, NEUROTICS,
WHO TAKE APPLAUSE LIKE A NEEDLE.
THAT'S ENOUGH, ERNST.
PLEASE... PLEASE?
LISTEN TO ME, PETER,
AND LET THEM LISTEN.
OR ELSE I'LL TELL THEM
ABOUT A QUAKING, WHIMPERING BOY
WHO CRIED ON MY COUCH;
WHO STILL CRIES ON MY COUCH.
( whispering): PLEASE
DON'T, PLEASE, ERNST.
PETE, DON'T LET HIM DO THIS.
PUT HIM DOWN.
YEAH, PUT ME DOWN, PUT ME DOWN.
SHUT ME UP.
STIFLE ME... WHY DON'T YOU?
( quieter): WHY CAN'T YOU?
BECAUSE THIS IS YOUR
COURAGE RIGHT HERE.
THIS IS YOUR STRENGTH.
THIS... AND THE
TORCHLIGHTS, AND THE CROWD,
AND THE SIEG HEIL!
( slaps)
( shocked murmurs)
THE REBUTTAL.
THE ONLY SORT OF ANSWER
YOUR KIND KNOWS HOW TO GIVE.
THIS IS YOUR FUHRER.
HE'S YOURS.
I GIVE HIM TO YOU.
A GIFT FROM THE SEWERS.
Man: MR. VOLLMER.
YOU SEE... THE WAY IT IS?
I KNEW HIM.
I KNEW THE OLD MAN.
IS THAT A FACT, MR. VOLLMER?
FOR SUCH A LONG TIME.
I'VE KNOWN HIM FOR SO LONG.
I'VE KNOWN HIM FOR SO LONG.
HE CHEAPENED YOU, MR. VOLLMER.
HE TORE YOU TO PIECES!
YOUR VOICE IS THAT OF A LION,
YOUR INSTINCTS ARE
THOSE OF A RABBIT.
AND YOU... WHAT ARE YOU?!
YOU DIRECT TRAFFIC
FROM THE DARKNESS!
YOU PLAN THE BATTLES,
AND YOU'RE NEVER THERE
WHEN THEY'RE FOUGHT!
WHY DON'T YOU COME
OUT IN THE LIGHT?
WHY DON'T YOU COME UP
HERE ALONGSIDE OF ME?
WHY DON'T YOU GIVE ME A NAME...
AND A FACE... AND A REASON WHY?
MR. VOLLMER.
I WAS MAKING SPEECHES
BEFORE YOU COULD READ THEM.
I WAS FIGHTING BATTLES
WHEN YOUR ONLY STRUGGLE
WAS TO CLIMB OUT OF A WOMB.
I WAS TAKING OVER THE WORLD
WHEN YOUR UNIVERSE WAS A CRIB!
AND AS FOR BEING IN
DARKNESS, MR. VOLLMER,
I INVENTED DARKNESS!
( gasps)
( panting)
YOU... YOU PICKED ME.
YOU PICKED ME.
I DID NOT PICK YOU, MR. VOLLMER.
YOU PICKED ME.
YOU CHOSE MY IDEAS,
YOU INVOKED MY NAME,
YOU STOLE MY SLOGANS.
SO NOW, YOU MUST TAKE
WHATEVER ELSE COMES WITH IT.
IN THE PAST, I HAVE
GIVEN YOU SUGGESTIONS.
NOW I GIVE ORDERS!
AND FROM NOW ON, YOU
MUST BE BUILT OF STEEL.
STEEL, MR. VOLLMER.
NO SOFT GAPS OF SENTIMENT.
LIKE WE HANDLED NICK.
LIKE WE HANDLED THE MOBS.
LIKE WE MADE THE SPEECHES.
AND BIT BY BIT, GRADUALLY,
WE SHALL FORGE A FORCE...
FIRST AN IDEA, THEN A FORCE.
JUST AS I DID IT
BEFORE, MR. VOLLMER,
WITH MY OWN HANDS!
WITH MY OWN HANDS!
THE OLD MAN, THE JEW,
HE'LL BE BACK AGAIN,
TOMORROW NIGHT, THE NEXT NIGHT.
I KNOW HIM, I KNOW THE TYPE.
WE SENT THEM INTO
THE OVENS, BUT ALWAYS,
THERE WAS A HANDFUL
LEFT TO POINT A FINGER.
HIS KIND, MR. VOLLMER,
HIS KIND ARE DANGEROUS.
THEY TALK, THEY THINK,
THEY PLANT A SEED.
THEY HOLD US BACK!
KILL HIM!
KILL THE OLD MAN!
KILL HIM?
KILL ERNST?
YES, TONIGHT. NOW.
HE'LL BE IN HIS ROOM.
ALL RIGHT, I'LL DO IT.
I'LL DO IT RIGHT NOW.
AND MR. VOLLMER...
WHEN YOU COME BACK,
WE WILL HAVE MUCH TO TALK ABOUT.
PLANS, CAMPAIGNS,
IDEAS... THE FIRST STEPS.
THIS IS ONLY THE
BEGINNING, MR. VOLLMER.
THIS IS JUST THE DAWN.
IT WILL BE A LONG, LONG DAY!
YOU WOULDN'T
LISTEN TO ME, ERNST.
YOU WOULDN'T PAY ATTENTION.
ON THE CONTRARY.
I LISTENED TO YOU
ALL I COULD STAND.
I COULDN'T EVEN BEGIN TO TELL
YOU WHAT'S HAPPENED, ERNST.
IT'S TOO INCREDIBLE,
TOO UNBELIEVABLE.
THERE'S NO STOPPING US NOW.
NO STOPPING YOU, PETER.
AN OLD MAN STOPPED YOU
TONIGHT, WITH A FEW WORDS.
HE STOPPED YOU WITH THE TRUTH.
NO, YOU'RE WRONG, ERNST.
IT'S NOT JUST ME ANYMORE.
THERE'S SOMEONE ELSE BEHIND US.
SOMEONE THAT YOU'D TREMBLE AT.
HE'D HAVE TO BE A VERY
IMPOSING FIGURE, PETER.
MORE IMPOSING THAN YOU.
MORE IMPOSING THAN
THAT, TOO, PETER.
ONLY BECAUSE YOU
DON'T THINK I'LL USE IT.
WHICH SHOWS YOU DON'T
KNOW ME VERY WELL, ERNST.
I KNOW YOU, PETER.
I KNOW YOU.
FROM A RAVAGED LITTLE
BOY WANTING LOVE...
TO A TORN MAN
CRAVING RESPECT,
IDENTITY, PRIDE.
PETER... I DON'T FEAR YOU,
SO YOU MAY DO WHAT
YOU HAVE IN MIND
AT ANY TIME YOU WISH.
BUT THIS LAST ONE
REMINDER TO YOU.
YOU CAN NEVER KILL AN
IDEA WITH A BULLET, PETER.
NEVER.
I'M ALL STEEL NOW.
ERNST, I'M MADE OF STEEL.
NO SENTIMENT, NO SOFTNESS.
JUST PURPOSE AND WILL.
THEN SHOOT.
KILL.
DESTROY ME.
( groans )
ALL STEEL... ALL STRENGTH.
BUT AT THE EXPENSE OF THE
THING MOST OTHER MEN HAVE.
SOME... FRAGMENTS OF DECENCY
TO TELL THEM RIGHT
FROM WRONG... ( coughs)
MAKE THEM FEEL
GUILT AT DISHONOR...
THAT MAKE THEM...
THAT MAKE THEM LOVE.
YES, PETER... YOU HAVE STEEL...
BUT YOU HAVE NO HEART.
Hitler: MR. VOLLMER!
SENTIMENTALITY?
NONE.
STEEL TONIGHT?
STEEL.
AND NO REGRETS?
NONE.
WHAT DID YOU DESTROY TONIGHT?
ONLY A DISEASE.
A GROWTH THAT WAS ON OUR
FLESH THAT HAD TO BE REMOVED.
NOT A MAN?
NO, HARDLY A MAN.
HOW DID IT FEEL?
IT FELT...
IT FELT LIKE I WAS IMMORTAL.
MR. VOLLMER!
WE ARE IMMORTAL!
YOU PETER VOLLMER?
WE HAVE A WARRANT
FOR YOUR ARREST.
CHARGE IS COMPLICITY IN MURDER.
VICTIM'S NAME WAS
NICHOLAS BLOSS.
THAT SHOULD BE FAMILIAR TO YOU.
THROW THAT GUN AWAY.
WALK TOWARD US
WITH YOUR HANDS UP.
THERE'S SOMETHING
VERY WRONG HERE.
YOU'VE MADE A TERRIBLE MISTAKE.
I'M MADE OUT OF STEEL.
DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND
THAT I'M MADE OUT OF STEEL?
WHERE WILL HE GO NEXT, THIS
PHANTOM FROM ANOTHER TIME,
THIS RESURRECTED GHOST
OF A PREVIOUS NIGHTMARE...
CHICAGO, LOS
ANGELES, MIAMI, FLORIDA,
VINCENNES, INDIANA,
SYRACUSE, NEW YORK?
ANYPLACE, EVERYPLACE,
WHERE THERE'S HATE,
WHERE THERE'S PREJUDICE,
WHERE THERE'S BIGOTRY.
HE'S ALIVE.
HE'S ALIVE SO LONG
AS THESE EVILS EXIST.
REMEMBER THAT WHEN
HE COMES TO YOUR TOWN.
REMEMBER IT WHEN
YOU HEAR HIS VOICE
SPEAKING OUT THROUGH OTHERS.
REMEMBER IT WHEN
YOU HEAR A NAME CALLED,
A MINORITY ATTACKED,
ANY BLIND, UNREASONING ASSAULT
ON A PEOPLE OR ANY HUMAN BEING.
HE'S ALIVE BECAUSE
THROUGH THESE THINGS,
WE KEEP HIM ALIVE.
THE TALENTED AUTHOR
RICHARD MATHESON
PAYS A RETURN VISIT
TO TWILIGHT ZONE
WITH A STORY CALLED "MUTE."
IT PROVIDES AN EXCEPTION
CHALLENGE TO THE ACTING TALENTS
OF BARBARA BAXLEY, FRANK OVERTON
AND AN UNUSUAL 12-YEAR-OLD
BY THE NAME OF ANN JILLIAN.
IS SHE BURNED?
SHE'S ALIVE.
ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
SHE'S IN SHOCK, HARRY.
BAD OFF.
CAN'T TALK, CAN'T
CRY, CAN'T DO NOTHING.
SHE'S NOT BURNED, THOUGH.
HOW COULD SHE GET OUT OF THAT
HOUSE WITHOUT BEING BURNED?
( children chattering)
DON'T PUSH, CHILDREN.
BE CAREFUL.
BE CAREFUL.
I WANT YOU TO KNOW
YOU'RE NOT FOOLING
ME FOR ONE MOMENT.
I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE.
I KNOW... BECAUSE MY
FATHER TRIED TO FORCE ME
INTO THE SAME THING
WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE.