WALKING DISTANCE
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.
Attendant
Whenever you're finished, mister.
Martin
What about some service?
Attendant
What about some quiet?
3. Close shot Martin
As he suddenly unbends. His features sag, he bites his lip.
Martin
(softly)
I'm sorry.
(as the attendant approaches him)
Would you fill it up, please?
Attendant
Sure.
Martin
(still rather softly)
I said I was sorry.
Attendant
(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.
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.

DISSOLVE TO:

OPENING BILLBOARD
FIRST COMMERCIAL

FADE ON:

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
Attendant
(turns to him)
Oil change and lube job -- is that what you want?

Martin nods.

Attendant
It'll take about an hour.
Martin
All right.
(he turns to look toward the road)
That's Homewood up ahead, isn't it?
Attendant
Yep. A mile and a quarter.
Martin
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 attendant.
Martin
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.
Martin
Walking distance, is it?
9. Med. close shot Attendant
Attendant
About a mile and a half.
10. Close shot Martin
Martin
(softly)
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 distance.

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.
Charlie
What'll it be?
Martin
(pushing down a kind of excitement that comes from being back in this place)
You still make great chocolate sodas? Three scoops?
Charlie
(looking at him a little fish-eyed)
How's that?
Martin
(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 cents too.

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.

Martin
You know, you look familiar to me, as if I'd seen you before.
Charlie
(shrugs)
I got that kind of a face.
Martin
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.

Charlie
That'll be a dime.

Martin starts to fish in his pocket, then stops abruptly, then incredulously--

Martin
A dime?
(he holds the soda up)
Three scoops?
Charlie
That's the way we make them.
Martin
(laughs)
You're gonna lose your shirt. Nobody sells sodas for a dime anymore.
Charlie
They don't? Where you from?
Martin
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.

Charlie
Taste okay?
Martin
Wonderful.

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.

Martin
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.
Charlie
(stares at the bill)
That's a buck!
Martin
(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.

Charlie
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.

Wilson
Yup, Charlie?
Charlie
We're gonna need some more chocolate syrup, Mr. Wilson.
Wilson
(nods)
I'll order some this afternoon.

Then he winks, grins, closes his eyes and goes back to sleep as we:

DISSOLVE TO:

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.
Martin
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.
Boy
Hi.
Martin
(points to the marbles)
You pretty good?
Boy
At aggies? Not bad.
Martin
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.

Boy
Sure.
Martin
(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 down there.
(he points)
The big white one.
Boy
The Sloan house?
Martin
(a little wide eyed)
That's right! You still call it that?
Boy
Still call it what?
Martin
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.

Boy
You're not Marty Sloan. I know Marty Sloan and you're not him.
Martin
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.
Martin
See?
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.
Man
Yes?
25. Close shot Martin
His eyes wide, his face goes white, and he just stands there, stock still, silently.
26. Two shot
Man
(his smile fading a little)
Yes? Who did you want to see?
Martin
(his voice almost a whisper)
Dad. Dad.
Woman's Voice
(from inside the house)
Who is it, Robert?
Martin
(questioningly)
Mom? Is that Mom?
Robert
Who are you? What do you want here?
Martin
(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.
Woman
Who is it? What do you want, young man?

Martin takes a step toward them. His nervously shaking hands extend outward as if to embrace them.

Martin
Mom, don't you know me? It's Martin.
Woman
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.

Martin
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 open.

Martin
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 the newspaper.

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 school!"
30. Close shot Martin
Reacting.
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

ACT TWO

FADE ON:

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.

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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 woman smiles.
Martin
Wonderful place, isn't it?
Woman
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.

Martin
That's a part of summer, isn't it? The music from the merry-go-round. The calliope.
Woman
(laughing)
And the cotton candy. And the ice cream. And the band concert.
Martin
(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 kid.
Woman
Are you from around here?
Martin
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 post.
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.

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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
Martin Sloan? You're Martin Sloan?

The boy takes another step backwards, frightened by the intensity of Martin's look and voice.

Boy
Yes, sir. But I didn't mean nothin', honest. Lots of kids carve their names here. No kiddin'. I'm not the first--
Martin
(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! 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.
Martin
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.
Martin
(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 carriage away.

Martin
You don't understand, do you? Please. Let me tell you what's happened to me...
(he takes a step after her)
Please...

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.

DISSOLVE TO:

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 down.
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.
Robert
Back again, huh?
49. Two shot both men
Martin
(nods)
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.
Robert
(softly)
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.
Martin
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.
Robert
(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.

Martin
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.

Martin
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.
Martin
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.

Martin
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 them.
(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.

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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! Martin, I've got to talk to you. Martin.
57. Long angle shot
As he runs toward the park.

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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

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68. Flash shot
In this brief moment they are now face to face with nothing between them. Martin holds out his hands pleadingly -- supplicatingly.
Martin
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.
Martin
Marty, please son--

At this point the boy, frantic, jumps toward the machinery. We hear his scream as we

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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 the din.
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.

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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.
Martin
(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.

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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 of footsteps.
82. Long shot looking toward the turnstile
As his father comes into the frame and walks toward him, stopping just a few feet from him.
83. Two shot the two men
Robert
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.
Martin
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 another.

Robert
You dropped this by the house. I looked inside.
Martin
And?
Robert
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.
Martin
You know now then, don't you?
85. Two shot
Robert
(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.

Robert
But you know other things, don't you, Martin? Things that will happen.
Martin
(nods)
Yes, I do.
Robert
You also know when your month and I...when we'll...
Martin
(in a whisper)
Yes, I know that too.
Robert
(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)
Martin.
Martin
(looks up at him)
Yes, Dad?
Robert
(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 understand?
Martin
(nods, slowly)
I see that now. But I don't understand. Why not?
Robert
(softly)
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 the night.

Robert
Is it...is it so bad -- where you're from?
Martin
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.
Robert
(very softly)
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.
Martin
Maybe. Goodbye, Dad.

Robert nods and starts to walk away. He stops by the turnstile and turns.

Robert
(gently)
Goodbye...son.
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 fountain.
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.

Martin
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?
Martin
(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?
Martin
(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?
Martin
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. Condemned it.
(then with a smile)
A little late I guess, huh?
Martin
How's that?
Soda Jerk
A little late for you I mean.
Martin
(looks away, very softly)
Very late. Very late for me.

He starts to walk slowly across the room and out the door.

DISSOLVE TO:

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.

DISSOLVE TO:

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.
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 miles."

FADE TO BLACK.

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