Narrator: The hand belongs to Mr. Don S. Carter, male member of a honeymoon team en route across the Ohio countryside to New York City. In one moment, they will be subjected to a gift most humans never receive in a lifetime. For one penny, they will be able to look into the future. The time is now, the place is a little diner in Ridgeview, Ohio, and what this young couple doesn't realize is that this town happens to lie on the outskirts of the Twilight Zone.
Counter Man: You ain't going to like this as much as that chicken-fried steak.
Don Carter: We'll bear up.
Pat Carter: Office Manager. I think it's wonderful.
Don Carter: Let's ask him something else. He really came through on that one.
Pat Carter: Why don't you ask him why he didn't warn us that the whole wheat bread is stale?
Don Carter: Does he/she love me? I know the answer to that one. Will I become rich? I know the answer to that one too. I'm gonna be the world's millionaire accountant.
Pat Carter: Office Manager.
Don Carter: Right! Is it really gonna be four hours before we get out of here? (Reads card) You may never know. What does that mean?
Pat Carter: Who knows?
Don Carter: He does.
Pat Carter: Well, it'll cost you another penny.
Don Carter: I'm an Office Manager now. What do you mean we may never know? No, that's not a yes or no question. You mean, something will keep us from knowing? Something will happen to us? (Reads card) If you move soon. What's that mean?
Pat Carter: Well, he's a mystic. What do you expect? (Don puts another penny in the machine) I can see I'm gonna have to be the frugal one in our family.
Don Carter: Just one more. You mean if we're not supposed to move we're supposed to stay here?
Pat Carter: Just one question per penny, please.
Don Carter: (Reads card) That makes a good deal of sense. How long should, no, uh, should we stay here until two-thirty? (Reads card) Try again. Should we stay here until three o'clock? (Reads card) There's no question about it.
Pat Carter: Don, let's take a look around the town, hmm?
Don Carter: Every answer seems to fit.
Pat Carter: You're joking, aren't you? I mean, Don, no more.
Don Carter: If we don't stay in here until three o'clock, something bad will happen to us?
Pat Carter: Don, for heaven's sake.
Don Carter: Read it.
Pat Carter: (Reads card) Do you dare risk finding out? Don, let's go.
Don Carter: Oh, I haven't finished my sandwich yet. Don't you want some ice cream?
Don Carter: I suppose I'm just being stupid.
Pat Carter: No you're not. You're just being...
Don Carter: Don't say it. Superstitious. It's like you married an alcoholic, isn't it? Only except instead of bottles in the chandelier, it's rabbit's feet and four leaf clovers in my pocks and in the car.
Pat Carter: (to Don) It's as if every superstitious feeling you ever had is wrapped up in that one machine. It doesn't matter whether it can foretell the future. What matters is whether you believe more in, in luck and in fortune than you do in yourself. Well, you can decide your own life. You have a mind, a wonderful mind. Don't destroy it trying to justify that cheap penny fortune machine to yourself.
Narrator: Counterbalance in the little town of Ridgeview, Ohio. Two people permanently enslaved by the tyranny of fear and superstition, facing the future with a kind of helpless dread. Two others facing the future with confidence, having escaped one of the darker places of the Twilight Zone.