Mr. Grady is a five foot tall, unscrupulous horse jockey who has just been banned from his only job he is qualified for. He is alone in his one room apartment complaining about everything and everyone who he has ever come in contact with. Grady, talking to the one man who will have anything to do with himself, tells his innermost wish, to be a eight foot tall giant. No one would be able to control or look down on him ever again. He awakens to find out his wish has been granted. It's at this time he receives a call saying he has been reinstated as a jockey, but now is too tall to ride. ..Read the full recap
Narrator: The name is Grady, five-feet short in stockings and boots, a slightly distorted offshoot of a good breed of humans who race 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've hung around sporting events since the days of the Coliseum. 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.
Narrator: The name is Grady, ten feet tall, a slightly distorted offshoot of a good breed of humans who race horses. Unfortunately for Mr. Grady, he learned too late that you don't measure size with a ruler, you don't figure height with a yardstick and you never judge a man by how tall he looks in a mirror. The giant is as he does. You can make a parimutuel bet on this, win, place or show, in or out of the Twilight Zone.