Monsters - Part 3

The book for myself. It's just a ham radio set. A lot of people have them. I'll show it to you down in the basement. No. No we aren't gonna show them anything. They want to look inside our House, let them get a search warrant. What, buddy, you can't afford to, Charlie, don't you tell me what I can afford? And stop telling me who's dangerous and who isn't, and who's safe and who's a menace. And you would have two all of you. You're all standing out here all set the crucify somebody. You're all set to find a scapegoat. You're all desperate to point some kind of a finger at a neighbor. For believe me, Friends, the only thing that's gonna happen is that we're gonna eat each other up alive. It's the monster. It's the monster. What a shotgun. Will somebody think a thought around it? What good is it? What? You gotta talk us right now a grave. You got whatever is up there walk right over us with you. What someone must want. He fed hard. Well, he was just going over to the next block to see if the power was on. Charlie, you killed him. He did it. I don't know who he was. Well, certainly didn't know he was. Well, he came out of the darkness. How was I supposed to know who he was. Steve? You know why I shot him? How was I supposed to know he wasn't a monster or something? I was only trying to protect my home. And no was somebody we knew? Didn't know. Charlie. The lights just went on in your house. Why did the lights go on in your house? What about a Charlie? How come you're the only one with lights now? That's what I'd like to know. You are so quick to kill, Charlie. And so quick to tell us who we had to look out for. Well, maybe you had to kill. Maybe Pete there was trying to tell us something. Maybe Pete learned something and came back to tell us who it was amongst us we had to look out for. No. No, it's nothing in the shark. I didn't know the lights out. I swear it is. Somebody pulling a gag or something. Okay. A gag, Charlie, there's a man lying dead in the street and you killed him. Is that like a Yankee you? look, look I swear it isn't me. I swear it is a. I know who it is. I know who the monster is. I know it is that put the blood among us. I swear I know who it is. All right, Charlie, let's hear it. What are you waiting for? Well, come on, Charlie. Come on. Who is it, Charlie? Tell us. It's a kid. It's Tommy. He's the one. Oh, that's not true. It isn't so. He's a little boy. He was this kid who knew what was going to happen. He was the one who knew. How did he know? How could he have known? How did you know? What's the matter with you, people now stop? None of you know. You're right. It's time weaver's house. It even bob weaver's place. It's done house. It's Charlie. He's the one. Understand the procedure now. Just stop a few of their machines. And radios and telephones a lot more is throw them into darkness for a few hours, and then sit back and watch the pattern. And this pattern is always the same. With few variations, they pick the most dangerous enemy they can find. And it's themselves. All we need to do is sit back and watch. Then I take at this place, this maple street is not unique. By no means. Their world is full of maple streets. I will go from one to the other and let them destroy themselves. One to the other. One to the other. One to the other. The tools and conquest do not necessarily come with bombs and explosions and fallout. There are weapons that are simply thoughts, attitudes, prejudices. To be found only in the minds of men. For the record, prejudices can kill. And suspicion can destroy. And a thoughtless frightened search for a scapegoat has a fallout part of its own. For the children and the children yet unborn. And the pity of it is. That these things can not be confined. To The Twilight Zone.