Originally Broadcast October 30, 1959
Teleplay by Rod Serling
- 1. Ext. Sky [Night]
- Shot of the sky...the various nebulae and planet bodies stand out in sharp, sparkling
relief. As the CAMERA begins a SLOW PAN across the Heavens--
- Narrator's Voice (o.s.)
- There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast
as space and timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow --
between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the
summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call
The Twilight Zone.
The CAMERA has begun to PAN DOWN until it passes the horizon and is flush on the OPENING
SHOT (EACH WEEK THE OPENING SHOT OF THE PLAY)
- 2. Ext. Small two pump gas station [Day]
Long shot looking beyond it up the road
- A small red foreign car approaches toward the CAMERA, slows down, then pulls into the
gas station. At the wheel is Martin Sloan, a man in his middle thirties. He shuts off the
ignition after stopping the car by one of the pumps, closes his eyes for a moment, then
looks at the attendant who's working on an engine part in front of the station. Martin
presses down on the horn two or three times, angry, impatient calls for service. The
attendant looks up at him, very slowly and deliberately puts the engine part down. Martin
honks once more.
- Whenever you're finished, mister.
- What about some service?
- What about some quiet?
- 3. Close shot Martin
- As he suddenly unbends. His features sag, he bites his lip.
- I'm sorry.
- (as the attendant approaches him)
- Would you fill it up, please?
(still rather softly)
- I said I was sorry.
(looks over his shoulder)
- I heard you.
- 4. Close shot Martin
- As he looks at himself in the rear view mirror of the car. Over this we hear the
- Narrator's Voice
- The mirror image of Martin Sloan. Age thirty-six. Occupation-- vice president, ad
agency, in charge of media. This is not just a Sunday drive for Martin Sloan. He perhaps
doesn't know it at the time...but it's an exodus. Somewhere up the road he's looking for
sanity. (a pause) And somewhere up the road -- he'll find something else.
- 5. Ext. Gas station [Day] Full Shot
- Martin gets out of the car and walks over to the pump.
- 6. Two Shot Martin and the Attendant
(turns to him)
- Oil change and lube job -- is that what you want?
- It'll take about an hour.
- All right.
- (he turns to look toward the road)
- That's Homewood up ahead, isn't it?
- Yep. A mile and a quarter.
- I used to live there. Grew up there as a matter of fact. I haven't been back in twenty
-- twenty-five years.
- 7. Track shot Martin
- As he takes a few steps away from the pump, half way to the road, his back to the
- Twenty -- twenty-five years. And then yesterday afternoon I...I just got in the car and
drove. Reached a point where I, well...I had to get out of New York. One more board
meeting, phone call, report, problem--
- (he laughs but the laugh comes out in a strained, sick kind of way)
- I'd have probably jumped out of a window.
- 8. Close shot Martin
- He lets his face relax, embarrassed by the intensity of the tone. He turns to look at
the attendant again.
- Walking distance, is it?
- 9. Med. close shot Attendant
- About a mile and a half.
- 10. Close shot Martin
- That's walking distance.
- 11. Pan shot over to mirror over the cigarette machine
- We see Martin's reflection on the road in the middle of a long walk off into the
LAP DISSOLVE TO:
- 12. Reflection of Martin in drugstore mirror
- As he's just entering.
- 13. Int. Drugstore Full shot The Room
- A soda jerk named Charlie sits on a stool behind the fountain reading a magazine,
occasionally taking a drag of a cigar which he puts back into an ashtray under the
counter. The subtle suggestion of the room is that it's old-fashioned. The equipment is
from twenty years ago. The ads are not flamboyantly old, but as a part of a whole -- they
look different in a subtle way. Martin walks into the store, looks around briefly, smiles
at what he sees, goes over to the counter, nods at the soda jerk who puts the cigar down
and rises, walks to a point opposite him behind the fountain counter.
- What'll it be?
(pushing down a kind of excitement that comes from being back in this place)
- You still make great chocolate sodas? Three scoops?
(looking at him a little fish-eyed)
- How's that?
(laughs softly, and a little apologetically)
- I used to spend half my life in this drugstore. I grew up here. The one thing I remember
always ordering -- that was a chocolate ice cream soda with three scoops and it was ten
The soda jerk looks at him a little quizzically then shrugs, turns, starts to fix the
soda. Every now and then he looks at the reflection of Martin in the mirror. Martin is
looking around the room.
- You know, you look familiar to me, as if I'd seen you before.
- I got that kind of a face.
- It's been a long time. Twenty years. That's when I left here.
- (then he laughs at some collection of secret thoughts)
- I wish I had a buck for every hour I sat at this fountain though, from grammar school
right through third year high.
- (then he turns and looks toward the front door)
- The town looks the same, too.
- (he turns back to Charlie)
- Really amazing, you know? In twenty years to look so exactly the same.
The soda jerk stirs the soda, carries it over to him, puts it down in front of him,
takes a paper napkin, lays it alongside.
- That'll be a dime.
Martin starts to fish in his pocket, then stops abruptly, then incredulously--
- A dime?
- (he holds the soda up)
- Three scoops?
- That's the way we make them.
- You're gonna lose your shirt. Nobody sells sodas for a dime anymore.
- They don't? Where you from?
- New York.
- (he takes a sip of the soda, spoons down some ice cream)
- You make a great soda.
He takes another swig from the soda.
- Taste okay?
There's a few slurping sounds from the bottom of the glass as the last of the soda
disappears. Martin puts the glass back on the counter, looks around again.
- Funny. How many memories you connect with a place. I always thought if I ever came back
here -- it'd probably be all changed.
- (he looks around the store)
- But it's just as if I'd left yesterday.
- (he rises and goes to the front door, stares out at the street)
- Just as if I'd been away over night.
- (he turns back, smiles toward the soda jerk)
- I'd almost expect Mr. Wilson to be sitting in the stock room and sleeping just like he
always did before he died. That's one of the images I have. Old Man Wilson sleeping in his
big comfortable chair in the other room.
- (he points to the far door at the other end of the room, then reaches in his pocket,
takes out a dollar bill, takes it over to the counter, puts it down)
- Thanks very much.
(stares at the bill)
- That's a buck!
(smiles, taps the glass then makes a motion to include the whole room)
- That..and this, it's worth it.
He turns, walks back to the door and goes outside. The soda jerk shakes his head as if
just not understanding the complexity of that man, takes the glass, puts it in the sink.
In doing so he notices a couple of open syrup containers, checks them, then walks over
toward the door at the far end of the room. THE CAMERA BEHIND HIM now, looks toward the
room where a white haired man sits dozing in a big old-fashioned chair.
- Mr. Wilson?
The old man opens his eyes, takes a deep breath, smacks his lips, rubs his jaw -- part
of a ritual of waking up.
- Yup, Charlie?
- We're gonna need some more chocolate syrup, Mr. Wilson.
- I'll order some this afternoon.
Then he winks, grins, closes his eyes and goes back to sleep as we:
- 14. Ext. Residential street long shot looking down the street
- Martin comes into the frame, his back to the camera. He stops, then turns profile to
camera to look from house to house. There's a smile on his face as if this too were part
of a memory that all fitted into place.
- 15. Track shot with him
- As he walks down the street studying the houses, nodding occasionally.
- 16. Track shot closer on Martin
- As he calls off the names of the houses.
- Van Buren. Wilcox.
- (then looking across the street)
- Over there Dr. Bradbury. Mulroony.
Then he looks back on his side of the street again and stops.
- 17. Med. long shot small boy
- Kneeling down in his front yard playing marbles by himself. Martin comes into the frame.
- 18. Close profile shot Martin
- He smiles and then laughs softly.
- 19. Two shot Martin and the boy
- As the boy looks up at him.
(points to the marbles)
- You pretty good?
- At aggies? Not bad.
- I used to shoot marbles too. We gave them special names.
- (he holds up his fingers to form a circle)
- The steel kind...the ball bearings we got off streetcars -- we called them steelies. And
the ones you could see through -- they were clearies. Still call them names like that?
The boy slowly rises, studying Martin with great interest but with a hint of
trepidation. He nods.
(points to telephone pole)
- And over there we used to play hide and seek.
- (he smiles again. It's almost as if he were dredging up these memories for himself and
putting them out into the air)
- Draw a circle around the old man's back and who's to punch it.
- (then he laughs, shakes his head, looks down at the boy again)
- Right on this street, too. Right over there. And I used to live in that corner house
- (he points)
- The big white one.
- The Sloan house?
(a little wide eyed)
- That's right! You still call it that?
- Still call it what?
- The Sloan house. My name's Sloan. I'm Martin Sloan. What's your name?
He holds out a hand. The boy backs away, frightened.
- You're not Marty Sloan. I know Marty Sloan and you're not him.
- I'm not, huh?
- (he reaches into his coat pocket, takes out a wallet)
- Let's see what the driver's license says, huh?
- 20. Close shot his hands
- Opening the wallet.
- 21. Med. close shot Martin
- As he looks down at it and then holds it out.
- 22. Med. close shot spot on sidewalk
- Where the boy was. He's no longer there. Martin looks off in the direction of the boy's
exit. His face is suddenly thoughtful, then he turns and looks down the street and he
starts to walk.
- 23. Long shot Martin
- As he approaches the camera. He's now at the corner and he stops and studies the house
in front of him, a big white two story Victorian. A white fence surrounds it. He slowly
reaches down and unlatches the front gate, walks up the front walk up the steps, stands by
the front door.
- 24. Close shot his hand
- As it very slowly reaches for the bell. He pushes the button. There's the sound of
footsteps from inside. The door opens. A middle aged man stands there. He smiles warmly.
- 25. Close shot Martin
- His eyes wide, his face goes white, and he just stands there, stock still, silently.
- 26. Two shot
(his smile fading a little)
- Yes? Who did you want to see?
(his voice almost a whisper)
- Dad. Dad.
- Woman's Voice
(from inside the house)
- Who is it, Robert?
- Mom? Is that Mom?
- Who are you? What do you want here?
(shaking his head with disbelief and yet emotionally torn by the sight of loved ones he's
not seen in so many years)
- Why are you both here? How can you be here?
- 27. Med. long shot looking through the door
- As a woman appears behind Robert. She looks questioningly from Robert to Martin.
- Who is it? What do you want, young man?
Martin takes a step toward them. His nervously shaking hands extend outward as if to
- Mom, don't you know me? It's Martin.
- (and then wide-eyes, frightened, to her husband in a stage whisper)
- He's a lunatic or something.
Robert is about to close the door and Martin sticks a foot against it.
- Wait a moment. Mom, you mustn't be frightened of me. This is Martin. I grew up here.
- (and then unable to understand the enormity of the mystery)
- What's the matter with you both? Don't you know your own son?
Robert starts to push the door closed and Martin struggles with him, trying to keep it
- Dad, please. Mom, look at me. Dad...
But the door is closed tight in his face now and he stands there staring at it. He
takes a step back away from the door, turns to face the street, his face a mask now,
totally unable to comprehend. Then very slowly his eyes go down toward the porch floor and
- 28. Track shot
- As he slowly walks down the steps of the porch to the sidewalk.
- 29. Long shot a 1934 Roadster
- Sitting at the curb. A big sign is pasted on it. "This brand new 1934 Roadster to
be given away free at the legion hall, Thursday night. Buy your chances now at the high
- 30. Close shot Martin
- 31. Close shot lettering "1934"
- On the sign.
- 32. Close shot Martin
- As he slowly turns away to look back toward his house, staring at it with a strange
mixture of hunger and disbelief.
FADE TO BLACK
END ACT ONE
- 33. Ext. Park [Day] A long shot down a tree-lined path
- It's warm and summery and occasionally kids flit by carrying cotton candy, ice cream
cones, et al. Turning the bend and becoming visible facing the camera is Martin. He walks
slowly, drinking in the sights and sounds as he does so. Off in the distance is the sound
of a calliope, its tinny, rag time dissonance so rich in nostalgia that Martin has to
pause momentarily and listen.
- 34. Track shot with him
- As he walks down the path taking in passing sights like an organ grinder, a cotton candy
vendor, a Good Humor man and children -- always children. The path branches off and at
this fork Martin stops and looks across at a clearing.
- 35. Reverse angle looking toward the clearing
- In the middle is a large band stand and pavilion set up with chairs in preparation for
the night concert. Several boys play around its steps.
- 36. Track shot Martin
- As he walks toward the pavilion. He stands down at the foot of the steps and looks up at
it. A young woman wheeling a baby carriage pauses close by. They exchange a look and the
- Wonderful place, isn't it?
- The park? It certainly is.
Martin listens for a moment as the calliope music can still be heard. Martin jerks his
thumb in the direction of the music.
- That's a part of summer, isn't it? The music from the merry-go-round. The calliope.
- And the cotton candy. And the ice cream. And the band concert.
(a little disjointed, unable to put into words the nostalgia he's feeling now)
- There isn't anything quite as good ever. Nothing quite as good as summer and being a
- Are you from around here?
- No -- what I mean is -- I used to be. I lived just a couple of blocks away. I remember
this band stand. I used to sneak away at night, lie over there on the grass staring up at
the stars, listening to the music.
- (the recollection of this feeds his memory and makes him become voluble and excited)
- I played ball in that field over there.
- (he points)
- And that merry-go-round. Oh my goodness -- I grew up with that merry-go-round.
- (then his eyes darting around, he points up to one of the posts of the pavilion)
- I carved my name on that post one summer. I was eleven years old and I carved my name
right on that--
- 37. Flash shot a small boy
- About eleven. He has a pen knife out and is in the process of carving something on the
- 38. Track shot Martin
- As he runs toward the post. The boy looks up frightened. He flings the knife away and
backs off. Martin reaches the post, grabs it and stares down at it.
- 39. Extremely tight close shot the post
- In a boyish scrawl carved in the wood is the name "MARTIN SLOAN."
- 40. Med. shot
- Martin whirls around to look down at the boy.
- Martin Sloan? You're Martin Sloan?
The boy takes another step backwards, frightened by the intensity of Martin's look and
- Yes, sir. But I didn't mean nothin', honest. Lots of kids carve their names here. No
kiddin'. I'm not the first--
(interrupts, taking a step toward the boy)
- You're Martin Sloan. Sure, that's who you are. That's the way I looked--
The boy is at this moment terribly frightened by the intensity on Martin's face. He
backs away down the steps and suddenly breaks into a run. Martin, his face contorted with
excitement and discovery, calls after the boy.
- Martin! Martin, don't be frightened -- Hey, Martin--
He starts to take a few running steps after the boy and then stops just a few feet away
from the pavilion.
- 41. Long angle shot looking down
- He turns very slowly to see the woman staring at him. There's a curiosity on the woman's
face and almost an accusation. Martin's voice is hesitant now. He points in the direction
of where the boy has run and disappeared.
- I didn't want to hurt him. I just wanted to talk to him...ask him some questions. I was
going to tell him what would happen to him.
- (now he closes his eyes tightly and runs a hand over his forehead)
- I don't know. I really don't know.
- (now he opens his eyes)
- If it's a dream...I suppose I'll wake up.
- 42. Extremely tight close shot Martin's face
- As he looks off, listens to the sound of the music.
(softly but with an intensity)
- But I don't want it to be a dream.
- (he looks at the woman now and there are tears in his eyes)
- I don't want time to pass now.
The woman, very, very ill at ease, with an attempt at nonchalance, starts to wheel the
- You don't understand, do you? Please. Let me tell you what's happened to me...
- (he takes a step after her)
The woman continues to wheel the carriage away from him.
- 43. Long shot the woman
- She gets to one of the paths leading to the pavilion. She stops, turns and looks at him
again. At this point Martin walks hurriedly out of the pavilion area.
- 44. Ext. Street [Night] Med long shot
- Looking toward the front porch of the Sloan house. Robert sits on the porch on a glider.
There is the sound of the creak of the swinging back and forth and other night sounds of
crickets, a distant bull frog, the soft rustle of a July wind.
THE CAMERA MOVES IN for a closer shot of Robert on the porch. He suddenly inches forward
on the glider, listening. There is the sound of footsteps on the sidewalk beyond, then
Robert rises and moves to the top of the porch steps. The light from the lamp post shines
on his face.
- 45. Pan shot over to the front of the house and front path
- Martin stands there looking up toward the house. His foot touches something. He looks
- 46. Close shot baseball mitt
- He bends down and picks it up.
- 47. Med. close shot Martin
- He puts the glove on his hand, pats out a pocket, smiles as he does so. Then he takes a
few steps toward the house. A bike is parked close to the steps. Martin walks over to it,
touches it, rings the bell on the handlebar. Then he looks up at his father who is staring
at him from the porch.
- 48. Close shot Robert
- He's interested now but not frightened.
- Back again, huh?
- 49. Two shot both men
- I had to come back. This is my house.
- (he looks down at the glove in his hand)
- This is mine, too. You bought it for me on my eleventh birthday.
- (then he looks up toward his father)
- What about the baseball that Lou Gehrig autographed? Where's that?
- 50. Close shot Robert
- As he reacts. He takes the pipe out of his mouth, looks intensely at the younger man.
- Who are you? What do you want here?
- 51. Med. shot
- He strikes a match and in the brief flare he studies Martin's face.
- I just want to rest. I just want to stop running for a while. I belong here. Don't you
understand, Pop? I belong here.
(his voice very gentle)
- Look, son, you're probably sick. You've got delusions or something. And I don't want to
hurt you and I don't want you to get into any trouble either. But you better get out of
here or there will he trouble.
At this moment Mrs. Sloan comes out.
- Mrs. Sloan
- Who you talking to, Rob--
She stops abruptly, eyes wide, when she sees Martin standing at the foot of the steps.
She hurriedly goes over to her husband.
- Mom, won't you look at me? Look into my face. You can tell, can't you?
He takes a step up the porch. The woman shrinks back against her husband. Martin's face
is in the light of the street lamp.
- Mom, just look at me. Please. Who am I? Tell me who I am.
- Mrs. Sloan
- You're a stranger. I've never seen you before. Robert, tell him to go away.
- You're got a son named Martin, haven't you? He goes to Emerson Public School. The month
of August he spends at his aunt's farm near Buffalo, and a couple of summers you've gone
up to Saratoga Lake and rented a cottage there. And once I had a sister and she died when
she was a year old.
- Mrs. Sloan
(frightened, to her husband)
- Where's Martin now?
Martin grabs her. He's beyond logic now, beyond caring. He has one single preoccupation
and this is to prove who he is. He grabs his mother.
- I'm Martin! I'm your son! You've got to believe me. I'm your son Martin.
- (with one free hand he grabs at his wallet and pulls it out and starts tearing into the
cards and identification inside)
- See? See? All my cards are in here. All my identification. Read them. Go ahead, read
- (he tries to force them on her)
- Please. They'll show you--
The woman, desperately frightened, struggling to get away, suddenly hauls off and slaps
Martin across the face. The wallet slips out of his hand and there's a dead silence.
Martin slowly looks up to look from one to the other.
- 52. Close shot of each
- As they stare back at him.
- 53. Med. group shot
- He slowly turns away, walks back to the top of the steps, looks down at the baseball
glove that he's laid there.
- 54. Track shot of him
- As he walks down the steps, down the front path to the gate. He pauses, looks back
toward the house.
- 55. Long shot the house
- His father and mother standing there watching him. He opens the gate, steps out, stands
there aimlessly for a moment.
- 56. Close shot Martin
- As his head jerks up when he hears the sound of the distant calliope. It grows louder
and louder until it is way out of proportion, discordant, loud, shrieking, and he starts
to run, shouting as he does.
- Martin! Martin, I've got to talk to you. Martin.
- 57. Long angle shot
- As he runs toward the park.
- 58. Ext. Park [Night] Long shot down the path
- It is now lit by street lamps. Off on the right is the light of the calliope and the
music. On the left is the sound of the band in the pavilion and over this are a thousand
voices and sounds of laughter, soda pop, popcorn popping -- the sounds of summer.
- 59. Med. close shot Martin
- As he steps out of the shadows and comes into the periphery of light thrown by one of
the lamp posts. He looks tired now and yet compelled. His face is tense, nervous, but
gradually softens, as all the sounds and the music penetrate his consciousness and once
again he succumbs to the poignance that comes with nostalgia. He walks down the path and
pauses near the clearing to the pavilion listening to the music.
- 60. Close shot his profile
- As he listens and then smiles. He takes a few steps into the clearing, leans on a tree
for a moment and slowly lets himself sink to the ground. He lies there with his hands
behind his head staring up at the sky, listening to the band music. Pretty soon quite
unconsciously he begins to hum the tune that the band is playing and he is suddenly aware
of someone else humming the tune in a boyish tone. Startled, he bolts upright to a sitting
position, looks to his right and there he sees Martin the boy. The boy jumps up with a
hushed, frightened cry and begins to run.
- 61. Long shot looking down the path
- As the boy races down it and disappears around the bend. There is a beat and then Martin
appears behind him running after him.
- 62. Moving shot through the crowd
- Near the calliope as the boy pushes his way through people. A few feet behind him is
Martin. The boy reaches the ticket taker stand and tries to force his way through.
- Ticket Taker
- Nope, son. Not without a ticket, you don't.
The boy whirls around staring at Martin who has almost reached him now. He ducks under
the turnstile and jumps on the merry-go-round. The ticket taker starts to shout and point
toward him when suddenly he's pushed aside by Martin.
- 63. Angle shot looking down on the merry-go-round
- As the man and boy thread their way past the horses that go up and down.
- 64-67. Closer shots in between the horses
- First the boy's face and then Martin's, first covered by the horses as they go up, then
revealed as the horses go down. Each time the boy's face looks more and more petrified and
frozen with fear and each time they appear and reappear Martin is closer until suddenly we
- 68. Flash shot
- In this brief moment they are now face to face with nothing between them. Martin holds
out his hands pleadingly -- supplicatingly.
- Marty, I don't want to hurt you, son. I just want to tell you something -- Martin!
Please. Let me talk to you. Let me tell you something.
- 69. Close shot the boy
- As he looks over his shoulder. We see the machinery of the merry-go-round from the
moving platform on which the boy stands. Martin takes a step toward him now.
- Marty, please son--
At this point the boy, frantic, jumps toward the machinery. We hear his scream as we
- 70. Flash shot Martin
- As he too screams in pain and grabs his leg.
- 71. Tight close shot the merry-go-round operator's face
- His eyes dilate with horror. A woman screams.
- 72. Close shot operator's hand on the level
- As he pulls it back with a giant squeaking sound.
- 73. Angle shot looking up toward the horses
- As people race toward the center of the merry-go-round. Ad lib voices can be heard over
- 74. Long angle shot looking down toward the area around the merry-go-round
- As the little boy is gently carried out.
- 75. Close shot profile of the little boy's body
- As he's carried past. One leg looks misshapen under the torn, oily trouser leg. Across
this leg we see Martin who has pushed his way to the front of the crowd and looks horror
struck toward the figure of the boy.
- 76. Long angle shot looking down on the area
- Pretty soon the place becomes deserted and only Martin stands there. The merry-go-round
slows down and keeps slowing down until finally it stops. The lights go out leaving the
place in shadows. Martin walks through the turnstile over to one of the wooden horses. He
sees the boy's cap lying there and he picks it up.
(very softly and gently)
- I only wanted to tell you. I only wanted to tell you this is the wonderful time for you.
Don't let any of it go by without...without enjoying it. There won't be any more
merry-go-rounds. No more cotton candy. No more band concerts. I only wanted to tell you
that this is the wonderful time -- now -- here! That's all, Martin. That's all I wanted to
tell you. God help me, that's all I wanted to tell you.
SERIES OF DISSOLVES:
- 77-80. Different angles
- The immobile, silent wooden horses. The calliope, etc.
- 81. Ext. Merry-go-round [Night]
- It's now very late. The CAMERA PANS over for a shot of Martin sitting on the edge of the
merry-go-round. One leg is stretched out stiffly in front of him. He looks up at the sound
- 82. Long shot looking toward the turnstile
- As his father comes into the frame and walks toward him, stopping just a few feet from
- 83. Two shot the two men
- I thought you'd want to know the boy will be all right. He may limp some the doctor
says, but he'll be all right.
- I thank God for that.
Robert takes Martin's wallet out of his pocket, hands it to him, then he takes a pipe
out and lights it. And once again in the glare of the match the two men look at one
- You dropped this by the house. I looked inside.
- It told quite a few things about you. Driver's license, cards, the money in it. It seems
that you're Martin Sloan. You're thirty-six years old. You have an apartment in New York.
- (a pause)
- And it says your license expires in 1960. That's twenty-five years from now. The dates
on the bills. Those dates haven't come yet either.
- 84. Close shot Martin
- As he stares at his father.
- You know now then, don't you?
- 85. Two shot
(looks at him for a long moment, softly)
- Yes, I know. I know who you are and I know you've come from a long ways from here. A
long ways and...and a long time. I don't know why or how -- do you?
Martin shakes his head.
- But you know other things, don't you, Martin? Things that will happen.
- Yes, I do.
- You also know when your month and I...when we'll...
(in a whisper)
- Yes, I know that too.
(takes the pipe out of his mouth, studies it for a moment)
- Don't tell me. There's a saying. "Every man is put on earth condemned to die. Time
and method of execution unknown." That's a part of the mystery we live with. It must
always be a mystery.
- (then he rises)
(looks up at him)
- Yes, Dad?
(puts his hand on Martin's shoulder)
- You have to leave here. There's no room for you...and there's no place. Do you
- I see that now. But I don't understand. Why not?
- I guess because we only get one chance.
- (a crooked smile)
- Maybe there's only one summer to a customer.
- (and then with great compassion)
- The little boy...the one I know. The one who belongs here. This is his summer, Martin.
Just as it was yours one time. Don't make him share it.
Martin rises. He walks slowly down the steps, pauses at the foot and stares off into
- Is it...is it so bad -- where you're from?
- I thought so. I've been living...I've been living at a dead run, Dad. I was so tired.
And then...one day...I knew I had to come back. I had to come back to get on a
merry-go-round and listen to a band concert and eat cotton candy. I had to stop and
breathe and close my eyes and smell and listen.
- I guess we all want that. But, Martin, when you go back...maybe you'll find that there
are merry-go-rounds and band concerts where you are. Maybe you haven't looked in the right
place. You've been looking behind you, Martin. Try looking ahead.
- Maybe. Goodbye, Dad.
Robert nods and starts to walk away. He stops by the turnstile and turns.
- 86. Close shot Martin
- As he stands there. He looks down at the wallet, taps at it thoughtfully with a finger
and then slowly puts it inside his coat. Then he turns and looks at the merry-go-round.
- 87. Med. long shot his p.o.v.
- Of the horses. The lights go on suddenly, and there is the creak as the merry-go-round
starts to turn. He climbs up on the platform and stands holding one of the posts that go
up and down with the horses and starts to go around with it.
- 88. Pan shot with him as he moves
- 89. Pan shot of the calliope
- Where the music's coming from.
ABRUPT CUT TO:
- 90. Med close shot a juke box
- As it blares out rock-n-roll.
PULL BACK FOR
- 91. Int. Drugstore [Day]
- It's the same drugstore we've seen except now it's done in chrome, leather and flash.
It's plastered with advertising signs, suggesting the purchase of everything from filtered
cigarettes to reducing pills and tranquilizers. The soda jerk is no longer Charlie. Martin
comes in through the front door. He walks with a stiff gait and goes over to the soda
- Soda Jerk
- Hi. Something for you?
The music now stops and the two young couples go to a booth laughing and talking.
Martin looks over at them for a moment, then turns back to the soda jerk.
- Maybe a chocolate soda, huh? Three dips?
- Soda Jerk
- Three? I can make one with three dips for you. It'll be extra. Thirty-five cents. Okay?
(smiles at him)
- Thirty-five cents, huh?
- (his eyes scan the room)
- How about old Mr. Wilson? Used to own this place.
- Soda Jerk
- Oh, he died. Long time ago. Must be fifteen -- twenty years. What kind of ice cream you
want? Chocolate? Vanilla?
(looks at him for moment)
- I've changed my mind. Guess I'll pass on the soda.
- (he rises off the stool, doing so with difficulty, his stiff leg getting in the way)
- These stools weren't built for bum legs, were they?
- Soda Jerk
- Guess not. Get it in the war?
- No. No, as a matter of fact I got it falling off the merry-go-round when I was a kid.
Freak thing. Fell into the machinery.
- Soda Jerk
- The merry-go-round? Oh, yeah, I do remember. They tore that down a few years ago.
- (then with a smile)
- A little late I guess, huh?
- How's that?
- Soda Jerk
- A little late for you I mean.
(looks away, very softly)
- Very late. Very late for me.
He starts to walk slowly across the room and out the door.
- 92. Ext. Road [Day] Long shot Martin walking
- 93. Ext. Gas Station [Day]
- As Martin enters and we can see him talking to the attendant.
- 94. The red car
- With Martin in it as it pulls onto the highway from the gas station, pauses there.
- 95. Med. close shot Martin
- As he looks in both directions and in doing so lets his gaze fall on a roadsign.
- 96. Close shot road sign
- It reads "Homewood -- 1 1/2 miles."
- 97. Close shot Martin
- As he reacts. Just the briefest moment of thought, then he puts the car into low gear.
- 98. Long angle shot looking down
- As the car slowly starts onto the highway. Over the disappearing car we hear the
- Narrator's Voice
- Martin Sloan, age thirty-six. Vice president in charge of media. Successful in most
things -- but not in the one effort that all men try at some time in their lives -- trying
to go home again.
- (a pause)
- And also like all men perhaps there'll be an occasion...maybe a summer night some
time...when he'll look up from what he's doing and listen to the distant music of a
calliope -- and hear the voices and the laughter of the people and the places of his past.
And perhaps across his mind there'll flit a little errant wish...that a man might not have
to become old -- never outgrow the parks and the merry-go-rounds of his youth.
- (a pause)
- And he'll smile then too because he'll know it is just an errant wish. Some wisp of
memory not too important really. Some laughing ghosts that cross a man's mind...that are a
part of The Twilight Zone.
Now the CAMERA PANS back down the road to the sign that reads "Homewood -- 1 1/2
FADE TO BLACK.