[Eerie music]
(Male narrator) You're tra vel/ng through another dimension
a dimension not onl y of sightand sound, but of mind...
A journey into a wondrous land
whose boundaries are tha t of ima Gina t/on.
Tha t's the s/gnpost up ahead.
Your next stop, the twilight zone.
Good work, gentlemen.
Apples in the barrel.
Yeah, so far,
but we ain't spent anything yet.
Yeah, you know Brooks is right.
$1 million worth of gold bullion,
and I'm still wearing coveralls,
and I got $1.20 in my pocket.
[Foreign accent] That's this year, senor decruz.
Today, this, but tomorrow...
Tomorrow, gentlemen... Like croesus, midas
and all rolled into one.
Man, you see that train engineer
when he hit them brakes?
He looked like he thought the world was coming to an end.
Well, why not?
When I blow up tracks, I blow up tracks.
Point out a foundry for me, decruz,
I'll forge you a medal.
Oh, come on, look out, look out.
Get out of the way!
What's your trouble, Brooks?
May we get to business now?
Let's get the carts and start unloading.
Come on, come on.
Down.
Oh, man, you're a heavy little thing.
Are there any more at home like you?
All right, gentlemen, procedure as follows:
The gold in the cave
then Mr. Decruz will destroy the vehicles.
Okay, buddy boy, let's go.
The piece de res/stance now.
The real culmination.
Ultimate ingenuity.
It is one thing, gentlemen,
to stop a train on its way
from fort Knox to Los Angeles
and steal its cargo.
It's another thing to remain free to spend it.
And spend it we shall.
Yeah, but when?
Don't you know, Mr. Decruz?
Iwould've thought that this aspect of the plan
would be particularly clear in your mind.
[Deep sigh]
Ma I di to v/drio.
Rip Van winkle.
That's what we are.
Four rip Van winkles.
I'm not sure.
What are you not sure of?
Just... lying down in one of these...
These glass caskets
and getting put to sleep.
I like to know what I'm doing.
You know what you're doing...
I've explained it very precisely to you.
All four of us will be placed
in a sta te of suspended an/ma t/on,
and when we wake up,
that's when we'll take our gold
and enjoy it.
I say everybody takes his cut now
and takes his own chances.
What you say, decruz...
But that ain't what we agreed on.
We agreed we'd stash the gold here
and then do whatever farwell tells us to do.
So far he ain't been wrong...
Not about anything.
The train, the gold...
Gas he used to put
a whole trainload of people to sleep...
Everything.
All we had to do was
step over a lot of horizontal folks snoring.
Transfer a fortune like it was cotton candy.
Amen to that.
Amen to that, sure.
But how about to this?
None of you mind being helpless
and... closed up in these?
No, Mr. Decruz.
None of us mind.
How long, farwell?
How long?
I don't know exactly.
I can only surmise.
I would say that...
I would sa y—-
approx/ma tel y 100 years from toda y's da te.
100 years, gentlemen,
and we shall walk the earth again...
As rich men, however.
As extremely rich men.
100 years.
Just like rip Van winkle.
(Male narrator) Introducing four experts
in the ouest/onable art of crime:
Mr. Farwell, expert on nox/ous gases, former professor
witha doctora te in both chem/stryand phys/cs, '
Mr. Erb/e, expert in mechanical eng/neer/ng, '
Mr. Brooks, expert in the use of firearms
and o ther weaponr y, '
and Mr. Decruz, expert in demolition
and various forms of destruction.
The time is now
and the place is a mountain cave in death valley, u.S.A.
In just a moment these four men will utilize the services
of a truck placed in cosmoline
loaded witha hot he/st, cooled off bya century of sleep
and then take a drive... Into the twilightzone.
All right, gentlemen.
First of all, I want to know if you can hear me.
Knock once on the side as I call your name.
Decruz?
Brooks.
Erbie.
[Taps on glass]
Now I'm going to give you, in chronology,
precisely what will happen.
First, you are to check your airlocks
located on your right.
See it there?
The red arrow should be pointed
toward "closed and locked."
Now you are each to count ten, very slowly.
When you come to the end of the count,
reach down with your left hand,
there's a small green button there.
See it?
You are to press this button.
You will hear a slight hissing sound.
This will be the gas
being measured into the enclosures.
All right, gentlemen, check your airlocks first.
Now beg/n to count
and on ten, release the gas.
Good night, gentl emen.
Pleasant dreams.
Good sleep.
I'll see you... In the next century.
[Voice fading] Next... century.
It didn't work.
It didn't...
We don't have any beards,
and our nails didn't grow.
Well, Mr. Farwell,
with the big brain and all the answers,
why didn't it work?
It must have worked.
It was foolproof.
All the body functions stopped.
There wouldn't be any growth of beard or nails
or anything El se!
I tell you, it worked!
Well, look.
The road's still there.
It hasn't changed.
[Angrily] I t ha sn 't changed one bit!
Carajo.
Mastermind, big brain.
(Deoruz) Instead of a hundred years,
ma ybe it's an hour,
and so we're still hot.
And all that gold in there
is just like a lot garbage to us now
because everybody and his brother
is gonna be looking for it.
Erbie.
We forgot erbie.
This is what did it.
Must have fallen from the top of the cave,
cracked the glass, the gas escaped.
Mr. Erbie has proven my point, however, gentlemen.
He's definitely proven my point...
The hard way.
How... how long... Would it take...
For such a thing to happen?
A year,
or a hundred years.
Chances are, Mr. Decruz,
that we're now in the year 2061.
2061!
Wow.
Okay.
Now the next step, huh?
We load the gold into the truck
and take it to the first city we get to, huh?
And then we either take it to a fence
or melt/t down oursel ves in some way.
Tha t's the deal, isn't it?
Why is it, Mr. Decruz,
that greedy men are the most dreamless,
the least imaginative, the stupidest?
Now, listen to me, farwell...
For the first time in history
we have taken a century and put it in our hip pocket.
We've taken a lease on life and outlived our stay.
We've had our cake but we're still going to eat it.
That's quite an adventure out there, Mr. Decruz,
though you'rea little insens/t/ve to it.
It's a world we've never seen before...
A brand-new, exciting world
that we are going to walk through.
But with gold, farwell.
With a million bucks worth of gold.
That's how we're going to walk through it.
Of course.
(Farwe/I) I wonder... Wha t kind of a world.
(Decruz) We all loaded up?
All loaded.
Okay, let's pull out. Brooks, you drive.
I'll hop in the back and make sure the gold doesn't fall off.
Aren't you the most thoughtful little thing
to ever come down the pike?
What's the matter?
You stay in back and watch the gold, huh?
Decruz, I wouldn't trust you with gold
if it was filling in your own mother's tooth.
No, buddy boy, you drive.
I'll check the back.
Well, okay.
Okay, amigo.
(Brooks) Where's the wa ter can?
We might as well get that loaded.
Over there where we buried erbie.
[Engine starting]
Decruz!
Mr. Brooks had a very bad accident.
I keep underestimating you, Mr. Decruz.
Yeah, well, we'll do it my way now.
We'll pack as much as we can,
put them in two knapsacks,
and hit the road.
I can't think of any other alternative
at the moment.
Hold it, decruz, hold it.
I've... got to rest.
How we doing, farwell?
The map said...
The map said 28 miles to the next town.
At this rate,
we won't reach it till tomorrow afternoon.
At this rate, you'll never reach it.
There hasn't been a car, not a single car.
What if...?
"What if" what?
What if there were a war?
What if they dropped a bomb?
Wha t if this highwa y stretched to...
Stretched to what?
Stretched to nothing, Mr. Decruz?
Stretched to nothing at all?
Wouldn't it be the irony of all ironies...
We walk... till our hearts burst
carrying all this gold?
[Jet engines passing overhead]
[Laughing]
There's a world left, farwell,
and thatproves it.
Tha t means there's a town up ahead.
We're gonna make it, buddy.
We're gonna make it!
Come on. Let's get going.
My canteen is gone.
I must have left it back on the road
the last pla ce we stopped.
I haven't any water.
Water? Oh, I believe there's some water
around here you could drink.
Let's see, uh... oh, here's some water.
One drink, one bar of gold.
That's the price.
You're out of your mind.
That's the price.
One drink, one bar of gold.
I keep underrating you, Mr. Decruz.
You're quite an entrepreneur.
Ain't it the truth.
One drink, one bar of gold.
That's the going rate today.
It may change tomorrow... I haven't checked the market...
But for today it's one for one.
Let's go, Mr. Farwell.
What's the matter?
You pooped already?
You had a good night's sleep,
we've only been on the road for two hours.
Stop... must stop.
Must have water, decruz.
Must have water.
Ah, well, all right, farwell.
I got about a quarter of a canteen left.
Please, decruz.
Mr. Farwell, the rate of exchange
has gone up a little bit today.
It's two bars of gold
for one swallow.
Water, please.
Mister... mister...
This is gold here.
You can have it.
Drive me to town.
If you give me water...
Gold...
It's real gold.
You can have it.
I'll give it to you.
I'll... give it to you.
Poor old fella.
Iwonder where you came from.
Who is it, George?
What's the matter with him?
Some old tramp.
That's what he was.
He's dead.
What's that?
Gold... that's what he said it was.
He wanted to give it to me
in exchange for a lift into town.
Gold? Now, what in the world
would he be doing with this gold?
I don't know, he was probably off his rocker.
Anybody walking in the desert this time of day
would be off his rocker.
Can you imagine that?
He offered this to me
as if it was really worth something.
You know, wasn't it worth something once, George?
I mean, didn't people use gold for money?
Sure, about 100 years or so ago,
before they found a way of manufacturing it.
When we get back into town,
we'll have the police come out and pick him up.
(Male narrator) The last of four rip Van winkles
who all died precisel y the way they lived:
Chasing an idol across the sand
to wind up blea ched dry in the hot sun
as so much desert flotsam...
Worthless as the gold bull/on theybu/I ta shr/ne to...
Tonight's lesson in the twilight zone.
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If you just took this puff,
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