"There was a village, built of crumbling clay and rotting wood, and it squatted ugly under the broiling sun like a sick and mangy animal waiting 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."
After selling rope to the hangman, Sykes, a conscienceless peddler, tries to sell the condemned man's father a bag of "magic dust" that can turn hate into love. It is nothing but dirt, but the condemned man's father pays 100 pesos for it. He sprinkles the "dust" around the gallows, and on the crowd, but it has no effect. When the gallows trap door is opened, the rope breaks. Luis Gallegos, the condemned man, is pardoned, and leaves with his father. Sykes, moved by what he has seen, gives the hundred pesos to Luis's young siblings."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 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."