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ROD SERLING: Starring t o night,
Bur II ves,
and R o ss Martin.
Time again for your weekly sojourn in the nether regions,
where we offer you paintings,
hopefully proving that insomnia is much to be desired over somnolence.
For a better, wakeful night
than an unwelcome dawn, if you will.
All of which is, perhaps, a slightly agonized invitation
to keep your eyes open here.
We offer you paintings like this one,
a graphic illustration of one of the most
persistent and eternally recurring nightmares,
shared, all too commonly by all of us.
That fear of being helplessly trapped
in some inescapable circumstance
and with it, the hope that we can discover an exit.
The title of this painting is The O ther Way O ut,
and it poses the question, "Is this trip desirable?"
Because this is the Night Ga Il ery.
Welcome back, Mr. Meredith. Welcome back.
Well, thank you, Miss Flanagan. Thank you very much.
My, aren't they pretty?
We wanted to send flowers to the ship when you and Mrs. Meredith sailed.
But you slipped away so quickly.
Well, Estelle and I just had an urge to go.
It's the first real vacation we've had in five years.
I sent everything on during the first month.
This is what's come in during the last two weeks.
Oh, thank you.
This is an odd one.
It arrived yesterday, with no signature, no return address.
"See the M o rning Te I egraph, March 14, page five, column three,
"for a news item which will be of special interest to you."
"City council vetoes oil drilling"?
Their decision doesn't affect you in any way, does it?
Not that I know.
I don't see how.
Oh, by the way, Mr. Lloyd's called several times.
He's anxious to know if you intend to sell
Mrs. Meredith's condominium units in Malibu.
Mr. Meredith?
Oh...
I, uh...
I can't make a decision on that just now. Tell him I'll get back to him.
That'll be all, Miss Flanagan. Thank you. I'll buzz you if I need you.
Yes, sir.
(DOOR CLOSES)
I'll see you Wednesday then, right? Hmm.
Thank you. Yes, please.
Mr. Meredith? You left this hanging in the dining room, sir.
Oh. Thank you, Paul. I'm sorry.
You're very welcome.
I don't know, Brad. Your body got back last week,
but I think your head is still on vacation.
POTTER: My love to Estelle!
And don't forget,
we need her signature on the Robinson deal.
Brad, did you hear me?
Oh, yes, yes.
(ENGINE STARTING)
(READING ALOUD)
ATTENDANT: Your car, Mr. Meredith.
Sir?
Your car, sir.
Oh, thank you.
Here you are, Bill.
ESTELLE: Bradley?
Brad!
I'm so glad I caught you!
Bradley, the most terrible thing has happened!
What? What are you talking about?
You're not going to believe it!
Believe what? What is it?
Those stupid people at the garage people won't have my car back until tomorrow,
so I thought I'd drive you to the office
and then use yours for the rest of the day.
That's impossible! I, uh...
I have to drive out to Malibu on business.
Well, I'll drive you out, Brad.
Why can't you keep the cab or...
Rent a car or something. I don't know how long it's gonna take me.
For Pete's sake, Estelle, what's money for?
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(READING ALOUD)
Sir, could I see your driver's license, please?
Oh.
You went through that stop sign back at the corner like it wasn't even there.
You almost hit a car.
I'm sorry. My mind...
This won't take long, will it? I have to get to the bank before it closes.
(TIRES SQUEALING)
(CRASHING)
(DOGS BARKING)
(BANGING ON DOOR)
BRADLEY: Hello?
Hello? Is anyone home?
I need some help, please!
Hello?
(GUITAR STRUMMING QUIETLY)
Hello?
Anybody home?
Anybody here?
(GUITAR PLAYING STOPS)
(DIALING)
(GASPS)
I don't think I know you, mister, do I?
No.
No.
I'm terribly sorry to break in here, like this.
I tried calling outside. I just couldn't raise anybody.
I've had an automobile accident.
Well, the phone won't help. You see, the pole's down.
I know. I ran into it. Trying to get to Hesperia.
That's another six miles.
Yes. It's essential that I get there. It's an emergency.
Do you have anything that I can borrow? A truck, a jeep or anything?
Well, I got a sort of tractor.
Half truck, half baling wire...
That'll be fine. Thank you. I'll leave a deposit, of course.
No, no, no. You'll have to ask Sonny.
All right. Where is he?
He's at the picture show.
What?
Friends will be dropping him off here in a little while.
I don't have a little while. Don't you understand? I...
(STAMMERING) I need it now!
I'm sorry, mister, I don't hardly ever make a move withouten I check with Sonny.
Just 'cause he's my grandson, that don't give me liberties.
And I don't take none.
Not with his temper.
This is a matter of life and death. Please.
I'm sure if you explain that to him, he'll understand...
No, sir.
I go over his head, he'll be meaner than a cat in a bucket of turpentine.
Take them dogs outside there, they'd just like as not tear a man to shreds.
But, Sonny...
Well, he just goes out there and lifts his hand
and they cringe, like that.
Him and me is close, but...
I give him his say on everything.
I can't wait! Don't you understand?
I haven't got the time!
I'll give us a little clock-stopper.
Some homemade Applejack.
Time don't nag at you with some of the stuff here.
Kind of warm enough for nibblin' at your chest...
I really don't... Look, I don't need any of that.
DOUBLEDAY: I'll have to trouble you for that gun, Mr. Meredith.
Toss it right over there.
Marilou was my granddaughter. Sonny's sister.
We put a lot of store in her.
Especially Sonny.
You...
You rigged that telephone pole.
You're the one who planned this whole thing.
I've done my share.
But, Sonny, he's the one who thought it all up.
Mean and clever, that's what that Sonny is.
Why? But why?
I came, didn't I? I brought the money just like you asked.
You also brought a gun. Sonny figured you would.
If I'd met you in Hesperia, like the note said,
you'd have shot me.
No! No, no, no, no! Look. Look.
There $10,000 in there. You can keep it all. I'll bring more if you want.
All I want to do is try square this thing with the family.
We don't want your money.
Then what?
What Sonny wants.
And what Sonny wants, he usually gets.
There ain't nobody uses that old road to Hesperia.
Not since the new cut-off.
Your car could sit there for weeks and nobody would know it.
(DOGS BARKING)
Them dogs is loose now.
That's in case you had notions about leaving before Sonny gets back.
Them dogs can be a might discouraging.
A might discouraging influence.
'Course, compared to Sonny,
they're downright affectionate!
How did you know it was me?
I didn't.
There was eight names in Marilou's diary,
and we sent letters to all eight of 'em,
alphabetical order.
And you was the only one that bit.
(EXCLAIMING)
So Sonny's coming, huh?
(GUITAR STRUMMING)
(DOGS BARKING)
(FABRIC RIPPING)
(GUNSHOT BLASTING)
(COUGHS)
DOUBLEDAY: By my reckoning, Mr. Meredith,
you've got one shot left.
And Sonny's coming!
One's all I'm gonna need.
You better warn him.
You tell him I want out!
DOUBLEDAY: Oh, he don't mind this kind of game, mister.
And he don't scare a bit.
Don't count on him for nothing predictable now.
How much longer have I got, old man?
DOUBLEDAY: Soon!
(DOOR SLAMMING)
What are you doing?
You're the murderer! This is murder! You're murdering me!
DOUBLEDAY: Yeah? How about Marilou?
I didn't mean to do it!
I swear it!
I swear it!
Oh!
(SOBBING)
She had my back to the wall.
She threatened to go to my wife and tell her about us.
I lost my head for a minute.
I just lost my head for a minute.
But this!
This is murder in cold blood!
Between the dogs and Sonny, what chance have I got?
DOUBLEDAY: Well, there is another way out.
What! What? Tell me. How?
DOUBLEDAY: Oh, I can't tell you that.
Sonny would have a conniption fit!
(YELLING IN FRUSTRATION)
(RATS SQUEAKING)
DOUBLEDAY: Feared of a few rats, Mr. Meredith?
You'll die easier than I expected.
Don't bury me yet, old man.
DOUBLEDAY: If you're still counting on finding the other way out,
better hustle. I think I hear a car coming.
(GUITAR STRUMMING)
DOUBLEDAY: Seven years bad luck, Mr. Meredith,
and your last bullet in the bargain.
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
DOUBLEDAY: Sonny's home!
The other way out.
I've gotta find the other way out.
(EXCLAIMING)
(GROANING)
DOUBLEDAY: Come along, Sonny.
I want to introduce you to your sister's killer.
(CHUCKLES)
He ain't going nowhere now, is he, boy?
Him?
He's Sonny?
Well, I reckon we better be moving along, now.
Wait a minute...
You're not just gonna leave me here like this?
Promised Sonny a trip to Disneyland.
Maybe after that, some salt water fishing.
If I don't keep my word, well...
You know how Sonny is.
But we'll be back in a month or so.
Time enough then to pack that coffin.
You said there was another way out.
There is no other way out, is there?
You lied to me!
No, I didn't.
Here, Mr. Meredith.
Here's the other way out.
Bye.
(SOBBING)
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