Hello again my Tifflighters! This week’s episode I do remember seeing before, and to be honest I had to watch it a few times to fully “get it”. Just a warning of some sensitive topics, but honestly… I think these are things we should talk about. I just like to give a little warning beforehand. My world views will come out pretty heavily and if you disagree with them, that’s your prerogative. But just know, you're wrong.
I’m really liking this train of thought type blogging so I’m going to stick with it. Maybe I’ll do a video of me watching an episode I haven’t seen before? Let me know what you think.
And with that, we’ll now cross over into…..
The Twilight Zone.
Rod comes in with our usual opening: Her name is the S.S. Queen of Glasgow. Her registry: British. Gross tonnage: five thousand. Age: Indeterminate. At this moment she's one day out of Liverpool, her destination New York. Duly recorded on the ship's log is the sailing time, course to destination, weather conditions, temperature, longitude and latitude. But what is never recorded in a log is the fear that washes over a deck like fog and ocean spray. Fear like the throbbing strokes of engine pistons, each like a heartbeat, parceling out of every hour into breathless minutes of watching, waiting and dreading. For the year is 1942, and this particular ship has lost its convoy. It travels alone like an aged blind thing groping through the unfriendly dark, stalked by unseen periscopes of steel killers. Yes, the Queen of Glasgow is a frightened ship, and she carries with her a premonition of death.
We zoom to a man, I assume is our main character for this evening (Rod and his suit notwithstanding). A crew member comes to our man, and let’s him know the salon is going in a blackout. And would he like to wait there? He agrees and goes with the other passengers, picking up a little girl’s doll as he does. Another man asks if he is Lanser? Yes, he is and apparently the other passengers wondered where he was at dinner. He is invited to the table and is introduced to everyone. Lanser is pretty wooden the whole time and is asked if he’s traveling to or from home? Seemingly confused, he says away from home.
Honestly, the other passengers seem a little weird. I’ve been on a cruise, I get you try to get to know the people at your dinner table. I’m still friends on Facebook with people I met on an Alaskan cruise! But this guy that invited Lanser to dinner said he was trying to figure out what he looked like based on his name…..’scuse me?
In WWII fashion, the lights go out every time the door opens. The captain enters, and says due to fog he is taking his dinner on the brig and it is revealed to us that they have fallen apart from their convoy. They begin to discuss different methods of submarine attack and Lanser has a TON of knowledge on this. The captain notices and asks if he’s a commander. Lanser drops his cup (smooth) and gets very edgy. Trying to smooth things over, the captain asks questions to the other members of the group. Our weird guy reveals he works for the US government and is looking forward to getting home. When asked, Lanser says he was raised in Germany, as if almost remembering it himself. The one woman in the group asks how long he was in England? He replies not very long at all. Again, as if realizing it himself and excuses himself to his cabin.
Later, as Lanser is chilling on the stairs he stops the woman on the way to her room alone and asks if they’ve met before.
PSA: DON’T DO THAT!! It’s creepy and if it’s me you’re talking to you might get pepper sprayed. Dark stairwell, alone, acting weird all night and now asking weird questions? Someone is going to get hurt and it’s not me.
Anyway...he says she looks familiar (seriously? Oldest line in the book). She OBVIOUSLY asks if he’s ok and he basically says he has really bad deja vu. She OBVIOUSLY asks if he’s ok and he basically says he has really bad deja vu. She OBVIOUSLY asks if he’s ok and he basically says he has really bad deja vu.
Ok that joke was for me, but I’m assuming you smiled anyway.
He doesn’t recall getting on the ship, or anything else. He says he woke up on the deck, knowing who he was but knowing nothing else. “I was born in Frankfurt Germany and I was in…” then he can’t remember. She suggests he go to sleep, and he says that won’t help. He feels like he’s in a nightmare. That there’s disaster out there and they are being stalked. There’s a U-Boat out there. He KNOWS it. Then a crew member appears and calls him to the bridge.
On the bridge, the captain asks him questions. First, for his passport as his passport number wasn’t on the register. They question if he's ok and is there anything he wants to tell them? He slightly loses it and says he can’t remember anything before he got on the boat and only knows his name and where he was born.
The captain brings up his knowledge of German submarines, and maybe that could help? He says no, they agree to talk tomorrow, and bid each other goodnight.
After he leaves, the captain says he’s odd and wants him watched.
The crew member helps him in his room while not so subtly snooping, and finds a war uniform. When Lanser looks inside the hat, he realizes he was an officer on… let’s say the wrong side of the war, for now. Actually, let’s not. He’s a nazi (I refuse to capitalize it).
Lanser goes to the bar to get drunk, even the bartender tells him he should go to bed. Lanser mentions the engines sound labored to the bartender, and bartender says they always sound that way.
“1:15, something is going to happen at 1:15” says Lanser, looking at the clock that reads 12:05AM. Not knowing why, just that 1:15 is stuck in his head. Then the engines stop and he freaks out, saying they are now defenseless and they will drift until 1:15.
Still at the bar, time passes and he drinks more until it’s 1:15. “We must abandon ship. The U-boat is coming!” and stumbles out of the bar.
On the deck of the ship, he screams “IT’S HERE! THE U-BOAT IS HERE!” When he sees a light on the water. He runs through the boat alerting everyone…
But they are all standing in the back of a hallway, huddled together. He moves closer and sees that they aren’t there.
Running back up to the deck, he hides behind a life saver with “S.S. Queen of Glasgow” while calling for everyone by name. Nobody responds, he is inexplicably alone.
Looking through binoculars, he sees the U-boat, ready to attack. And watches them fire on the ship he is standing on.
He watches as the passengers he was with try to escape their rooms that are burning from the inside, try to escape on lifeboats, and walk through smoke filled hallways. Everyone seems to suffer a terrible fate.
In the ocean, we see the doll he picked up earlier. The U-boat goes back under, and the life saver he was hiding behind earlier floats out to sea.
We pan over to Lanser, in a leather jacket, very dry and at a desk. Another man walks into the room and he asks “Good catch tonight! Queen of Glasgow 500, isn’t that what the registry said?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh, you have nerves Mueller?”
He demands why, and the man replies “There were people on that ship sir, women too. Sir, we gave them no warning.”
Lanser brushes him off and says if they gave a warning they would give their position away. The man says he has a hard time reconciling the killing of men and women without any warning, and it makes him wonder if they are not damned.
“In the eyes of the British Admiralty, we certainly are.” laughs Lanser.
“No sir, in the eyes of God.”
Lanser calls him a fool. So what if they are damned?
The man says he’s had dreams about it, what if there is a special kind of hell for people like them? Perhaps to be damned is to have a fate like the people on that ship. To suffer and die as they died. To ride that ship every night for eternity, they could die only once but they could die one hundred million times.
Lanser laughs him off. Then the camera zooms into his unlaughing face.
Rod comes in with our closing commentary: The S.S. Queen of Glasgow, heading for New York, and the time is 1942. For one man it is always 1942—and this man will ride the ghost ship every night for eternity. This is what is meant by paying the fiddler. This is the comeuppance awaiting every man when the ledger of his life is opened and examined, the tally made, and then the reward or the penalty paid. And in the case of Carl Lanser, former Kapitan Lieutenant, Navy of the Third Reich, this is the penalty. This is the justice meted out. This is judgment night in the Twilight Zone.
Closing thoughts: I think this is the punishment Nazis deserve. I make no apologies for it. I know that it is not my decision who is punished for their sins or in what way...but this seems pretty fair to me. I’d even be fine with a worse punishment
In watching this, I noticed Rod wrote this one as well as he did a lot of the cutting edge episodes. The original air date for this was December 4, 1959. Sixty-one years ago. Rod would be disappointed in the lack of advancement that has been made, and quite honestly I am too. Why is the issue of racism and genocide still just as relevant as it was over half a century ago?
We need to do better, all of us. That includes me.
Let’s not make this episode still as relevant in the next half century. Let it be a reminder of how awful we let humanity become, so that we don’t let it happen again.