You unlock this door with the k e y of ima Gina t/on.
Beyond it is another dimension.
A dimension of sound.
A dimension of sight
a dimension of mind.
You're moving into a land of both shadowand substance,
of things and ideas.
You've just crossed over into the twilight zone.
Yeah.
This is Grady.
Who?
What paper?
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, so you're the creep tha...
I said creep!
Yeah, I know who you are. I know who you are.
Sure, I read your column.
Every time I read it, it makes me sick.
Iwanna use a stomach pump!
Don't try and nuzzle up to me with that "Mr. Grady" stuff.
Three years ago you stuck in the shiv!
Listen to me, I had nothing to do with horse doping.
Nothing. You understand that?
Uh-huh.
Oh, sure, a couple of taps on the typewriter and I get a 60-day suspension!
Yeah, go ahead. You can talk pretty safe now you're 50 blocks away.
If you were here, I'd scrape you off the wall and put you in a cup!
How does that grab you?
This is a statement to the press!
Grady to the press, you fink.
You hyenas down there. Listen, and don't forget to spell the name correct!
Grady. G-r-a-d-y!
You chump.
You stupid, rotten chump.
Just on account of a couple of fixes, huh?
Big boys walk away with all the big dough.
What do you walk away with, huh?
A bagful of change?
What are you gonna do now?
I know what you'll do.
You get a carriage and you'll drive lovers through central park.
Grady, you kill me.
You-you kill me, boy.
Yes. You runt!
Yo u shrimp!
What are you gonna do now, pal?
What can you do?
The name is Grady.
Five feet short In stockings and boots,
a sl/ghtl yd/storted offshoot of a good breed of humans
who ra ce horses.
He happens to be one of the rotten apples,
bruised and yellowed by dealing in dirt.
A short man with a short memory
who's forgotten that he's worked for the sport of kings
and helped turn it into a cesspool,
used and misused by the two-legged animals
who have hung around sporting events since the days of the colosseum.
So this is Grady, on his last night as a jockey.
Behind him are hialeah, Hollywood park and saratoga.
Rounding the far turn and coming up fast on the rail
is the twilight zone.
How goes the world, Mr. Grady?
Who? What?
Little tight on the turns?
Bogged down bya muddy track?
How goes it, Mr. Grady?
It's a ga g.
It's a gag.
Huh?
It's a gag, huh?
All right, now. Look you-you made your point.
Where are you?
Where am I?
I'm between the frontal lobes, Mr. Grady.
What?
Ins/de your head.
Seourel y nes tled in the gra y convolut/ons.
Convolutions?
Just what is that supposed to mean?
I'm ins/de your head, Mr. Grady.
My head?
How you like it in there, huh?
How you like it in there?
Are you-you comfortable? Huh?
You ha ve to excuse me for laughing. Tha t's a funny quest/on, Mr. Grady.
Comfortable ins/de your head? It's like sleeping in the m/dst of a parade on 42nd street.
No/sy, cro wded, uncomfortable. In fact, I'm s/ck of it.
If you're sick of it, get out. Huh?
If you're sick of it, get out of there.
I w/shed / could. It would be much more comfortable outs/de
instead of being cooped up in that tiny little bra/n of yours.
Who are you?
I'm your memory, your consc/ence, Mr. Grady.
I'm every one of your asp/ra t/ons and recollect/ons.
I'm every one of your failures and defea ts.
Ialso wear the wrea ths of all your victor/es.
I'm what you call the "al ter ego."
Ego.
Big deal.
Big deal!
What do you want?
I think the apt quest/on would be, "what is it you want?"
It's a hot one, huh? What do I want?
I don't need a thing. What do I want?
You really are a dumb little runt, aren't you?
Oh, excuse me, that's what you call yourself, isn't it?
"Runt" or was it "shrimp"?
Why don't you get out of here?
How do I get you out of here?
You don't, you don't. You live with me, Mr. Grady.
In fact, you might find me very interesting.
I know you very well, Mr. Grady.
There isn't one thought that crosses your mind that I'm not aware of.
There isn't one ugl yrecollect/on,
one bitter little shame thatl'm notaware of.
Bitter little shame. You don't know me from man o'war.
I got no bitter recollections.
Oh, come now, Mr. Grady. Look, shall we-shall we look at the record book?
1961. Hialeah. Suspended for riding infractions.
It wasn't my fault.
1.962. Six-month suspension for failure to report a br/be offer.
I was framed.
And now most recently. The crowning touche to an illustrious career.
Lifetime suspension for race fixing, horse doping.
I didn't dope any horses.
Career's shot.
Roughly $8 in your jeans.
I don't need you. I don't need you.
It won't be any time at all.
Two year's time I'll be back up riding five or six winners a day.
You'll be driving a carriage with lovers in it through central park.
Knock it off!
No, you need me, Mr. Grady.
In fact, you-you have desperate need of me.
Knock it off!
Where are you now? Huh?
Where are you now?
Ah, you fake!
I need you like I need pneumonia.
Like I need a fractured leg, that's how I need you.
Who do you think you're talking to anyway? Who do you think you're talking to?
I make one phone call to hencheck, one phone call,
and in an hour's time, I'm on my way to Puerto Rico riding in the warm sun.
Two years time, I'll be back here riding in silks.
Why don't you call Mr. Hencheck?
Go ahead, give h/ma buzz.
I'll show you, loudmouth.
I'll make you eat every rotten word.
Hello, this is Grady. Hencheck there?
I wanna talk to him!
Listen to this.
Hello, hencheck? It's Grady.
What's to be surprised about?
You had your boat race, so you made your pile.
I'm down to my last eight bucks. I figure it's time that Grady got his, see?
I figure that...
Hencheck.
Very unapprec/a ti ve. Well, tha t's the bra ve.
They take, they never give.
Wha t's to do now?
Writea will and take gas?
Look, I could nickel-and-dime
or I could buy and sell him a year ago. I don't need him.
I don't need you. I don't need nobody.
I was a big man once. I can be big again. Wait and see.
It was justa year ago you were strutt/ng around the country,
you wore nice, shiny shoes, new clothes, tipped big.
Youhad somecompensaflon then, mr.Grady.
Compensation?
For the fact that you'rea little runt.
For the unpleasant real/za t/on that all your life
you've had to stand on t/ptoe to lookat what? t's around you.
I wish you were here right now, hear me?
Hear me? I wish you were here right now.
Just look down. Under your feet.
Mr. Grady, you know what you want?
You wanna be respected.
Up on a horse, you're-you're a man.
On the ground you're a half-pint.
Shut up! Shut up!
Shut up, you understand?
Easy, Mr. Grady. Easydoes it, easydoes it.
Now we get to the moment of truth. The ultimate.
Now you hit payd/rt, kid.
You get whatever you want.
What do you mean "whatever I want"?
Tell me, what/s it you want more than anything else on the earth?
This is the moment, this is it. What/s it you want, Mr. Grady?
Name it. It's yours.
What do I want?
I wanna be the biggest.
Hear me?
Yeah, that's what I want. I wanna be the biggest.
I wanna be big!
Do you hear me? I wanna be big!
Ha vea good rest, Mr. Grady?
Yeah. Yeah.
I had a good rest.
This is wild.
Like what you see?
What is this? Am I dreaming? Is this is a dream?
A dream! Oh, come now.
Look, look, touch the dresser.
Yeah. Yeah, I'll touch it.
Yeah, tha t's it. Now-now touch the overhead beam.
Yeah.
These are all very sol/d objects. Width, height, thickness and real/ty.
Yeah. Yeah.
Hey, what-what is this?
You had your heart's des/re.
Yeah. You didn'task for a two-hour escape with morpheus.
You wanted sta ture, Mr. Grady. You wanted size.
You wanteda view froma long way up and a long way out.
Yeah, I wanted size.
You wanted to be big.
Well, I ook a t yourself.
You're b/g.
You're Mr. Big. You're Hercules.
You're the most s/zable thing since Paul bunyan.
You don't ha ve any complaints that you wanna trot out, do you?
Complaints?
Do I have any complaints? No, I have no complaints.
Hey, you know what this calls for? This calls for a-a celebration.
Look, hey, here, hey, you drink, don't ya? Huh? You drink?
Go right ahead. Be my guest.
Yeah, well, here's mud in your eye.
Too bad you can't enjoy this with me.
I'm joining you, I'm joining you.
Bel/eve me, I'm feeling the hot little ripples justas you do.
You do, huh? Yeah?
Well, you stay right in there.
You stay there.
I'm gonna have some fun, you understand?
I'm gonna have some fun! See?
Ooh, careful, careful. You don't wanna go through the floor.
Hey.
Mr. Grad y.
Mr. Grad y!
Yeah.
Like the view, do you?
I love it. I love it.
You know what I'm gonna do now?
I'm gonna make a call, a telephone call to somebody very special,
a very, very special girl.
And when she hears about this,
she's gonna flip.
Really, pal, are you thatattract/ve?
Tell me, does size mean thatmuch?
You bet your bottom dollar it does. Uh-huh.
You know what she used to do? She'd to lean over and pat me on the head.
Hello, honey. Hello, doll.
You know who this is?
This is Grady. Yeah.
Wait a minute, honey, don't brush me off.
This is your ex-meal ticket, an eight-course meal ticket at that!
Now listen to this, honey.
I'm big.
Understand that?
I'm b-i-g.
Big, big, big, big, big. I don't know, I may be six, seven, eight feet tall.
I don't know. The Lakers will be scouting me any day now.
Huh? What a minute, you don't talk to me like th...
You don't talk to me like that, I said. You heard what I...
I'll slap your face off!
You no good alley cat!
Tha - tha t's grea t. Tha t was wonderful.
You managed to flex your muscles in a most impressive fashion.
At this ra te you're going, women all over the world
will be flock/ng to your doorstep, no doubt.
Yeah, well, I can call 12 girls.
Just because I struck out this time,
I could call 12 girls prettier and nicer than that one.
You don't believe me, do you, huh?
So far you just ha ven't impressed me.
Well, I will.
I will.
Yeah.
What do you mean too loud?
How's that, Mac, is that better?
Good.
Hm? What time?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'll be expecting his call.
Thank you. Yeah.
He knows the number, doesn't he?
Fine, fine. Thanks.
What was that all about?
That was a fellow telling me that a lawyer was gonna call me from the racing commission.
Hey, tell me, who are you?
My imagination?
You, uh, you don't have very much imagination, Mr. Grady.
Who are you, what are you? I mean,
what's all this alter ego jazz?
Well, I'll tell you, Mr. Grady.
I'll try to make it as simple as possible.
I'm the fate every man makes for himself.
You generally find me down at the bottom of the barrel.
I'm the strength dredged up in desperation.
I'm the last gasp.
That's supposed to be clear, huh?
You're nothing! Nothing, understand?
Oh, I'm something. Reall y, reall y, I'm something.
In some cases I'm something very good.
In some cases, depend/ng upon the person I'm representing, /-i can work m/racles.
You do?
I come with heroism, sacrifice, strength.
And even better than that, I can epitomize everything noble in men.
You can, huh?
Now, in your case, Mr. Grady,
your requirements were quite small.
What do you mean quite small?
Your dreams were rather insignificant,
your aspirations hardly worth mentioning.
I mean to say, if you had asked to win the Kentucky derby,
and win it cleanl y and with honor,
that would've been quitea moment, wouldn't it?
Yeah.
That'd been the grea test.
Or if you'd asked to perform an act of hero/sm, let's say,
that would've been qualification for the respect you seek.
This, too, would've been exemplary, right?
I suppose that would've been all right, yeah.
Butas it is, Mr. Grady, what? T was your heart's des/re?
Well, I
wanted...
I wanted...
I wanted to...
To bea big man. Tha t's right, yes.
Big in the sense tha t your hands can smother a telephone.
Your fa ce can overshoot its reflections in the mirror.
You come real cheap.
I don't come cheap.
I don't come cheap. All I ever wanted out of life
was the fact that I could walk down the street
and people not stare at me like I was a freak!
I am not cheap, buddy. I don't come cheap.
I've got my heart's desire.
Yeah?
Yes, Mr. Newman.
Yes, sir.
Really?
Really? Do you...
Thank you, sir. You don't know how much this means to me.
Thank-thank the members of the board,
and thank everybody that went to bat for me, will you?
Just thank them. Tell them how much iappreciate it.
Thank you very much, Mr. Newman. Tell everybody
they don't have to worry about me anymore. I'll play it straight.
I mean, no worries. Cut-and-dried, you understand?
When Grady's up, the worries are over, right?
Thanks, Mr. Newman.
And thank everybody for me. Right. Good-bye.
What do you think now, loudmouth?
Everything's going my way.
One phone call and you're top dog, huh?
You know who that was? You know?
That was the racing commission.
A lot of owners have signed a petition.
They want me to ride again, you understand? They want Grady to ride again.
I'm gonna ride again.
What's so funny? What's so funny?
Eh?
What's so funny about me riding...
I'm gonna rl...
Wait a minute.
I'm too big.
I'm too big!
I can't ride!
Wait a minute! I can't ride!
I can't wear my clothes!
I'm too-I'm too big!
I'm too big!
Hear me? I'm too big!
I'm too big!
I can't ride! No!
Please, please. Please, make me small!
Please, I'll never ask for anything again.
Please, make me small.
Please! Oh, god.
You are small, Mr. Grady.
You see, every time you won an honest ra ce, tha t's when you werea giant.
Right now they just don't come any smaller.
The name is Grady, ten feet tall,
a slightl yd/storted offshoot of a good breed of humans
who race horses. Unfortuna tel y for Mr. Grady,
he learned too la te tha t you don't measure size witha ruler.
You don't figure height witha yardst/ck.
And you never judge a man byhow tall he looks ina mirror.
The giant is as he does.
You can make a par/mutuel bet on this. Win, place or show.
In or out of the twilight zone.
And now Mr. Serl/ng.
Next on twilightzone, a show that might very aptly be called a living end,
and with comparable aptness, is called living doll.
It's written by colleague and cohort Charles beaumont,
and stars telly savalas, and co-stars Mary laroche.
Mr. Beaumont supplies us with a little weirdy
involving a man and a doll.
It comes well recommended. Next time out, "living doll."