Narrator: There was a village, built of crumbling clay and rotting wood, and it squatted ugly under a broiling sun like a sick and mangy animal wanting to die. This village had a virus, shared by its people. It was the germ of squalor, of hopelessness, of a loss of faith. For the faithless, the hopeless, the misery-laden, there is time, ample time, to engage in one of the other pursuits of men. They begin to destroy themselves.
Sykes: Well, what'll it be for you today, Mr. Koch? Don't need any more rope, do you? Hey, you oughta see the fancy five strand hemp I sold the town for your party, Gallegos. It could lift five of you. Any more at home like you, Gallegos? Well, what'll be your fancy, Mr. Koch?
Sheriff Koch: What do I fancy, Sykes? I'll tell you what I fancy. I'd like you to take your fat carcass and your loud mouth out into the open air. This is a small room and it's a hot time of the morning.
Sykes: So what about you, Gallegos? What would your pleasure be? A nice hacksaw, maybe? There's gonna be a funeral procession down that street, Gallegos. You better go to the window and watch. They're gonna be burying the little girl that you mangled under your wagon. Ah, yeah, you're sobered up now, huh. You remember the little girl, don't you. You got stinking drunk and you raced your wagon down that street and what you did to that poor little girl. (Gallegos lunges at him but is stopped by the bars) Ahh! Un-uh, Gallegos. You'll have plenty of chance to move around this afternoon. You'll be able to kick and kick and kick. You ought to take a drink of this, Sheriff. It's a good tonic. Just the thing to set you up fine for a hanging. Makes you strong and firm. Here, feel this.
Sheriff Koch: I don't touch dog meat, Sykes.
Sykes: You talk big behind a badge, Koch.
Sheriff Koch: It just sounds big to you because you're a midget, Sykes.
Sykes: You know, I always had a little question about you. You always had a thing for foreigners and strays, but you're mighty tight-lipped when it comes to one of your own.
Sheriff Koch: You're not my own, Sykes, so don't claim any kinship. As for that boy in there, he had his trial and today he's gonna swing for it. There's nothing in his sentence that says he's gotta be tormented by a pig who sells trinkets at funerals. Go on, Sykes. Get out of here.
Sykes: (Opens the door) When this day is over, which one will you weep for, Koch?
Sheriff Koch: I have tears enough for both.
Estrelita: My father wishes me to tell you that...my father wishes for me to tell you that his heart is broken. That if he could, if he could give...
Mr. Gallegos: His own life in return. His own life in return, Estrelita.
Estrelita: ...his own life in return, he would. He would do so with great willingness. He...he understands.
John Canfield: Get out of the way, little girl. Get out of the way. Can't you see...can't you see that we're burying our daughter today?
Sheriff Koch: When was it God made people? The sixth? He should have stopped on the fifth.
Rogers: The kids, they've ain't never seen a hanging. I figured it was about time.
Sheriff Koch: Why?
Rogers: Why not? They'll learn a lesson. They'll see what happens to drunks that kill kids.
Sheriff Koch: I guess that's pretty fine. How do you teach them pain, Rogers, shoot one of them in the arm?
Little Kid: Is that the man they're gonna put the rope on?
Luis Gallegos: Si, little one. I am the man.
Little Kid: Will it hurt?
Luis Gallegos: If God wills it.
Sheriff Koch: Go on, boy. Get ready, Luis. It's about that time.
Luis Gallegos: I'm ready, Sheriff.
Mr. Gallegos: Wait! Wait! Wait! You must pay heed to the magic now. You must stop all of this and pay heed to the magic. Magic! Magic! You must pay heed to the magic. All of you! Compassion, magic is so that my son can live. It's you, yourselves! Magic! You must pay heed to the magic! It's only for love. The magic is for love. The magic is for love. Magic. Magic. You must pay heed to the magic.
Sykes: (To himself) Magic dust.
Mr. Gallegos: It is for love! It is for love. The magic is for love. (The trap door is sprung) No! No!
Sykes: New rope. Brand new rope. (Drops the money Mr. Gallegos paid him in front of some kids) Well, go ahead! Take them. They're yours. (To himself) Why? I don't understand. Why? It must be magic. Yeah, that's what she is. Magic!
Luis: I'm... I'm free?
Sheriff Koch: Are any of us free, Luis. But you can go home now, you have that much freedom.
Narrator: It was a very small, misery-laden village on the day of a hanging, and of little historical consequence. And if there's any moral to it at all, let's say that in any quest for magic, in any search for sorcery, witchery, legerdemain, first check the human heart. For inside this deep place there's a wizardry that costs far more than a few pieces of gold. Tonight's case in point in the Twilight Zone.