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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.
That's the signpost up ahead.
Your next stop, the twilight zone.
Here they come.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
have you reached a verdict?
We have, your honor.
And what is the verdict?
Your honor, we find the defendant, adam grant,
guilty of murder in the first degree.
The defendant will rise.
The defendant will rise!
Adam.
Adam grant, you have been tried by a jury of your peers,
and found guilty.
Do you have anything
you wish to say
before sentence is passed?
Very well.
It is the sentence of this court
that for the brutal and despicable crime
of murder in the first degree
you shall be put to death by means of electrocution.
No!
Not again!
I won't die again!
You can't make me die again!
Oh, god, please, please, please...
tell them, mr. District attorney,
that this isn't real.
Make 'em understand they're only a dream i'm having!
You fools! You kill me, you'll die!
You believe me, make him believe me!
Tell the district attorney he's prosecuted himself
and everybody in this building and everybody in the world!
Tell him, mr. Carson, before it's too late!
Tell him! Tell him!
Adam grant, a nondescript kind of man found guilty of murder
and sentenced to the electric chair.
Like every other criminal caught in the wheels of justice,
he's scared right down to the marrow of his bones.
But it isn't prison that scares him-
the long silent nights of waiting,
the slow walk to the little room or even death itself.
It's something else that holds adam grant
in the hot, sweaty grip of fear.
Something worse than any punishment
this world has to offer.
Something found only in the twilight zone.
Coley!
Lay off of that thing, will ya?
I'm sorry, grant.
I didn't know i was bothering anybody.
It's all right, coley.
It's my fault.
I...
i got you out of a bad movie i saw once,
just like everything else in this corny dream.
Grant!
Let me give you some advice.
Don't think about it.
You think about it, you'll crack up like phillips there.
Listen to him.
Mother, i'm sorry.
Don't let them hurt me, mother.
Don't let them hurt me.
Phillips!
Shut your face!
A month ago, he was a human being.
Now what is he?
An animal, a thing.
Why?
Because he couldn't stop thinking about it.
I know it.
It's...
it's just different with me.
You mean you want to die?
No.
Well, it ain't different with you.
So don't kid yourself.
Sometimes i wonder, too,
what it's going to be like.
I'll tell you what it's like.
You walk out of your cell, pass two gray doors,
78 steps to the final door.
It's painted green.
There's a guard that opens the door for you,
and you go into a room.
It's tan.
It's all tan.
There's nothing in it except one chair.
It's like a chair you used to sit in
when you were a kid.
It's hard and solid.
Ah, cut it out, cut it out.
They strap your arms and legs.
Then they attach the electrodes.
It's funny.
They always feel cold to the touch at first.
Aw, grant, you talk
like you been through it already.
Then they drop the mask.
It's musty.
It smells like an old sofa.
And then you wait...
every muscle tense,
straining.
Any second, any second...
then you can almost hear it.
They pull the switch.
Madame.
I am a poor lost traveler
seeking food and lodging for the night.
You're loaded.
Hank, i've just been insulted by your wife.
She's says i'm loaded.
Well, aren't you?
That has nothing to do with it.
Hey, hey, take it easy.
That's my best gin.
Dear friends, when i die
i don't want to see any full bottles around.
That's not funny.
It wasn't meant to be.
It was meant to be a comment
on the short, unhappy life of paul carson.
Come...
drink and be merry,
for tomorrow...
oh, shut up, paul.
Sorry.
Well, only a few more hours.
I knew it.
I knew it the minute you walked in.
We're not nervous enough.
Oh, no, we have to listen
to the great city editor with his news behind the news.
If i'm not welcome here,
then i shall go elsewhere
and breathe my last...
oh, never mind.
I've had enough of this wake anyway.
Good night, dear.
What about dinner?
Lost my appetite.
Oh, the steak can come out
in five minutes.
Hank.
Now, don't start it.
I've got to start it.
I'm not upset or disturbed
or nervous anymore.
I'm scared.
That's ridiculous.
I know it is, i know it is,
but that doesn't help.
Do you mean to say
you believe that crazy story?
God, help me, hank, but i do.
At least, i believe it's possible.
Well, why not?
Can we prove he's wrong?
Maybe not, but that's a poor reason
for believing in anything.
I can't prove
that the world isn't going to end.
But it isn't.
This guy killed a man in cold blood,
and he's going to pay for it.
Those are the facts.
Anything else is speculation, fantasy.
Are you sure? Yes, i'm sure.
Then what are you so steamed up about?
I... i'll tell you why.
Because a little part of you believes, too.
Just a little, tiny part of henry ritchie says
"maybe this grant is right.
Maybe this is all a dream."
The thought has occurred to you, hasn't it?
Hank, haven't you ever stopped
and said, "this couldn't be real.
"I couldn't be the district attorney.
"I couldn't have a lovely wife like carol
"and a lovely home, money in the bank,
not in any real world."
Haven't you, hank?
Well, of course. Everyone has.
If you're a success,
you're bound to think it's a dream.
If not, you think it's a nightmare.
This only proves that grant is human.
He can't believe what's happening to him
so he tries to convince himself
that it isn't, not really.
Yeah, that's what i thought too at first.
But hank, i been talking to this kid a lot lately,
and he makes sense.
Go down and see for yourself.
Don't take my word for it.
It wouldn't do any good.
You only listened to him once.
That was enough.
Hank, for my sake, please,
go and see him.
Let him tell you.
Please, hank.
It's pointless but...
thanks.
Jiggs.
Jiggs!
Yeah?
What time is it?
9:05.
Why, you got a date somewhere?
No, i'm just expecting someone.
The governor, right?
With a nice fat pardon in his fist.
No, it's the district attorney.
He usually comes around about 9:00.
Oh, you don't say?
The d.a. Himself, huh?
Yeah, yeah, the d.a. Himself.
You got a great sense of humor, pal.
Wait a minute.
There's something else that doesn't work-
the watch.
Yeah, how is that?
Prisoners about to be executed
aren't allowed to wear watches
because of the glass.
You see, he's right on time, huh, jiggs?
Ten minutes, mr. Ritchie.
All right. You can leave us alone.
Hello, grant.
Hello, mr. Ritchie.
You don't seem surprised to see me.
I'm not- you always come.
I mean, the district attorney always comes.
It isn't always you.
Grant.
Yes?
I take it you're sticking to
this dream story of yours.
That's right.
It can't possibly do you any good now.
You realize...
i should, after all this time
every night, i explain.
Every night, it's the same.
All right, explain again.
Well, it's very simple.
When i die, you die,
and everybody in this world dies
because this world does not exist.
It's a dream of mine.
It's a nightmare.
Can't you understand that?
No, grant, i can't understand that.
Not because it's a new idea.
I can't understand it or accept it
because it doesn't make any kind of logical sense.
But it does.
It's the only thing that does make logical sense.
Take you, for instance.
You think you'd be visiting a man
that was just about to be executed in real life?
Of course not.
They wouldn't allow you in here.
Or you take me.
You don't know any more about me
than you did when this thing started- i'm a stranger.
There are a hundred vagrants in every town
without names, without histories.
Stop that!
We know
you're mentally sound.
And i don't think
you're deliberately lying to me.
I'm going to destroy
that story of yours, grant, now
once and for all.
You say that all this is a dream,
and that when you're electrocuted you wake up,
and when you wake up, we all disappear, right?
That's right.
What about our parents and our parents' parents
and everybody who never even heard of you?
What about them, mr. Ritchie?
A dream builds its own world, mr. Ritchie.
It's complete.
With a past, and, as long as you stay asleep, a future.
What about us then when we sleep and dream?
Or is that when you're up and around?
You only sleep and dream because i dream you that way.
All right, now answer me this.
You're scared now- why?
Why are you scared?
You've got to wake up sometime even if you're electrocuted.
So why don't you just sit back and enjoy it?
Enjoy it.
Let me tell you something.
Mr. Ritchie, how soundly do you sleep?
What's that got...?
You dream, don't you?
Certainly, sometimes.
Haven't you ever been hurt in one of those dreams?
Fallen out of a window or been drowned or tortured?
You have!
Don't you remember how real it had seemed?
Remember how you woke up screaming?
Well, let me ask you something, mr. Ritchie.
How do you like to wake up screaming every night?
That's what i do.
Because i dream the same dream night after night after night!
It's this one!
It changes a little bit.
The people get twisted around, but it's the same dream.
You've got to believe me!
I can't go on dying!
I can't, i can't...
i'm telling the truth, mr. Ritchie!
Please, let me live and i'll keep you alive.
I'll dream you every night just like this.
Wait a minute! I'll prove it to you.
You wife, she has a steak cooking for you.
Go home, look in the oven.
It'll be something else.
Please!
Well?
What's wrong, hank?
That's a roast.
What about it?
Hank, what about it?
Grant.
Huh?
Did i wake you up?
No.
What's funny?
Nothing's funny.
Well, you was laughing.
I heard ya.
Hey, grant, listen,
i been thinking about what you said,
about this all being a dream and all.
Well, now, maybe it won't work,
but if you told that story to the governor,
he might let you out on a psycho.
He wouldn't believe me.
You don't believe me, do you, jiggs?
Oh, that's got nothing to do with it.
If you think it's true, see,
why, then you got a loose cog somewhere,
and they don't burn guys with loose cogs.
What if i proved it to you?
How?
Well, jiggs, don't you think that all of this is just...
just a little bit too much the way it should be?
I don't get you.
Well, i mean it's so pat.
I got tried and sentenced the same day.
It doesn't work like that.
But you see that's the way that i saw it in my mind
and so that's the way it is.
Or you take this place here-
you and coley and his harmonica,
or phillips and his mother.
It's like a movie.
Real death houses aren't like that.
But you see, i've never been in a real death house
so that's... that's my impression of it.
Man, you've really flipped.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Well, the brothers grimm, as i live...
what are you doing up?
I'm not up.
I'm down, just like you and your funny friend here.
Have they...?
15 more minutes.
That's another thing.
Why does this always happen around midnight?
Because that's when it happens.
Yeah, but why? You tell me why.
According to grant,
he doesn't know anything about these matters
except what he sees in the movies.
In the movies, it always happens at midnight.
Because movies are technically accurate.
That's strange, too, come to think of it.
Then don't come to think of it.
Hey, screws, you're wasting your time.
You can't kill him.
You want to know why?
I'll tell you why.
Because you're nothing but dreams. Dreams!
You hear that, screws?
Is there anything you wish to say
in these few moments remaining to you, my son?
No.
Then let us pray.
There's no need.
There's always a need for prayer, my son.
Only in the real world, father,
not in a nightmare.
You feel detached from reality?
I not only feel it- i am detached.
I wonder where i've seen you, where your face came from.
It's familiar.
Almost every time
it just about comes to me.
We've never met.
Oh, yes...
yes, we have.
Father beamon.
Of course, father beamon
from over at spring hill.
No wonder i didn't recognize you.
You died when i was ten years old.
Oh, everybody came to your funeral.
My name is beamon but...
yes, and then a young priest came
and took your place...
that was carson.
You know, i'm using him
for the editor.
Be still, my son.
But what about ritchie, the district attorney?
He must have been a schoolteacher of mine.
Maybe he was a friend of dad's.
Hey, grant, they can't do this to you.
You're home in bed, asleep.
Remember?
Grant! Grant!
It's time to wake up, boy.
Wake up! Wake up!
You could at least get a stay of execution.
I know you can do that.
What good would it do?
We'd simply have to go through
the whole thing all over again.
Maybe not, look, hank.
Forget all about that dream stuff.
Whether that's true or not, it doesn't matter.
What matters is the kid believes it.
That means he's got a case.
The psychiatrist...
the psychiatrist made a mistake.
It wouldn't be the first time. Get a week's stay.
We'll throw in another team. No.
Why not? Because we might be wrong?
Well, maybe we are, but maybe we're not,
and in my book, that's reasonable doubt.
Hank, that kid is sick in the head.
Are you going to send a mental incompetent
to the chair?
I regret this, paul.
I'll regret this as long as i live.
Hello. This is henry ritchie.
I want to speak to the governor.
Right away.
Well, i don't care.
This is an emergency. Wake him up.
Hurry.
Having trouble putting this through. He's...
yes, this is henry ritchie.
Governor, i don't have time to explain,
but i want you to grant a stay of execution
in the case of adam grant.
He's calling now.
Here they come.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
have you reached a verdict?
We have, your honor.
And what is the verdict?
Your honor, we find the defendant, adam grant,
guilty of murder in the first degree.
The defendant will rise.
Adam.
We know that a dream can be real.
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or are we simply parts
of someone's feverish, complicated nightmare?
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