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The Ray Bradbury Theater :: The Pedestrian (04x05)
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| Title: | The Pedestrian |
| Episode #: | 04x05 |
| Original Airdate: | Friday August 04th, 1989 |
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In the near future, a man tries to go walking at night with his friend, but the authoritarian government confronts him and demands explanations.
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Based on the short story "The Pedestrian" by Ray Bradbury. First published in The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction (February, 1952).
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Host: Tennis shoes, to remind me of what? The first nights of summer when, as a boy, I ran in the cool grass. Or later, walking at night, being stopped by police who were suspicious of the only one walking for miles and miles. Upset with this encounter with the law, what else could I do but write about shoes and night, and walking, as a criminal in some future year, in a story called "The Pedestrian."
| Leonard Mead: The streets look like a chessboard, just waiting for us to make our move.
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Leonard Mead: The head of the Medusa. Lies in my parlor and stares. My friends, frozen statues, numbed by the Medusa's glare. Radiant fuzz collects in our ears while this new god paints life on our eyes. Incredible song, new dwelling of the Keystone Cop. Cathedral of the demi-divine, pint-sized.
| Robert Stockwell: Len! What's it like out there at night?
Leonard Mead: Well, the air is sweet. it's deep autumn, you know. Good wind. Leaves run along the sidewalk, nibble at your feet like a pack of mice. There's a hill not far from here where you can stand and look down at the little stars of light in the city, and then look up at the light of stars in the sky. And you feel rich. Sad. Alive.
Robert Stockwell: That's how it is?
Leonard Mead: Give or take a metaphor.
| Robert Stockwell: People once used these sidewalks a lot.
Leonard Mead: Yes. People strolled along on Sunday afternoons. Or beyond the hills in timeless time on paths, boardwalks, or cement. But once, oh yes, people idled by rivers and said things that later made easy lazing books and chewed grass.
| Leonard Mead: Life's a rocket today. So far, so fast, we've no time to see the dust from which we sprang.
Robert Stockwell: Wait, you're drunk.
Leonard Mead: The more I walk, the drunker I get.
| Leonard Mead: See, the houses are dark. Our cities are haunted.
Robert Stockwell: Haunted?
Leonard Mead: By the ghost machines. Think. Ninety percent of the actors we see on our TV screens have been dead 40 years.
Robert Stockwell: Yes.
Leonard Mead: Our telephone are haunted, too.
Robert Stockwell: Yes, yes. Why you can't get ahold of a real person if you want one.
Leonard Mead: Right.
Robert Stockwell: They're all old tape voices that...
Leonard Mead: Give out the weather, the time.
Robert Stockwell: Voices.
Leonard Mead: Immortal, now. Giving out wrong numbers forever.
| Patrol Voice: Mead. Profession?
Leonard Mead: I guess you'd say a writer.
Patrol Voice: No guesses accepted. Profession?
Leonard Mead: Writer.
Patrol Voice: No profession.
| Patrol Voice: What are you doing out?
Leonard Mead: Walking.
Patrol Voice: Walking?
Leonard Mead: Just... walking.
Patrol Voice: Walking where?
Leonard Mead: Nowhere.
Patrol Voice: No such destination.
Leonard Mead: Nowhere is a very fine destination.
| Patrol Voice: Mr. Mead, are you married?
Leonard Mead: Nobody wanted me.
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