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- There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension at vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between the pit of man’s fears and theSummit 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 ison a sign which reads“Mapple Street.” Pan down until we are shooting down at an angle toward the street below. It’s a tree-lined, quiet residential American street, very typical of a small town. The houses have front porcheson which people sit and swing on gliders, conversing across from house to house. STEVE BRAND polishes his car parked in front of his house. His neighbor, DON MARTIN, leans against the fender watchinghim. A Good Humor man rides a bicycle and is just in the process of stopping to sell some ice cream to a couple os kids. Two women gossip on the front lawn. Another man waters his lawn)
- MapleStreet, U.S.A., late summer. A tree-lined little worlf from porch gliders, hop scotch, the laughter of children, and the bell of an ice cream vendor.
(At this moment one of the little boys, TOMMY, looksup to listen to a sound of a tremendous screeching roar from overhead. A flash light plays on both their faces and then it moves down the street past lawns and porches and rooftops and thendisappears. Various people leave their porches and stop what they are doing to stare up at the sky. STEVE BRAND, the man who’s been polishing his car, now stands there transfixed, staring upwards. He looks atDON MARTIN, his neighbor from across the street)
- Steve
- Steve……….convoo…
- Mrs. Brand
- Maple Street. Six-forty-four p.m. on a late September evening. (pause) Maple Street in the last calm andreflective moment… before the monsters come!
(The camera slowly pans across the porches again. We see a man screwing a light bulb on a front porch, then getting down off the stool to flick the...