in season 2, episode 43, mr. serling introduces the carters, a pair of newlyweds who are driving through a small town and stop at a diner for lunch while they wait for their car to be fixed. at their booth is a little napkin dispenser-mounted devil's head, who for a penny will reveal your fortune on little strips of paper.
on a lark at first, but with increasing intensity as the fortunes deliver, don and pat push in penny after penny. and soon, the devil's head reveals the ultimate truth to them: they will never leave this town. they are trapped.
the couple freezes in fear. trapped in this town? never able to leave it? but how? why?
and just as don reaches for another coin, pat stops him. no, we won't ask. we're going to leave. now. don's hand pauses with the penny in mid-air. he wavers, then looks at pat. you're right, he says. and he throws down the penny, grabs pat's hand and they drive off together.
and just as they do, another couple rush over to the table that has just been vacated. they are disheveled and wild-eyed. the man reaches into his pockets and pulls out a handful of pennies. why can't we leave now? when will we be able to leave? will we ever be able to leave this place? will we ever make it out?
he doesn't read the slips of paper out loud. but the audience knows the answer each time. as the final shot closes, we see their silhouettes, huddled in the corner of the booth, shoulders slumped in defeat.
I want to be like pat and don. but I can't seem to stop from digging out more pennies, and I'm growing more wild-eyed and desperate with each fortune strip. help.
on a lark at first, but with increasing intensity as the fortunes deliver, don and pat push in penny after penny. and soon, the devil's head reveals the ultimate truth to them: they will never leave this town. they are trapped.
the couple freezes in fear. trapped in this town? never able to leave it? but how? why?
and just as don reaches for another coin, pat stops him. no, we won't ask. we're going to leave. now. don's hand pauses with the penny in mid-air. he wavers, then looks at pat. you're right, he says. and he throws down the penny, grabs pat's hand and they drive off together.
and just as they do, another couple rush over to the table that has just been vacated. they are disheveled and wild-eyed. the man reaches into his pockets and pulls out a handful of pennies. why can't we leave now? when will we be able to leave? will we ever be able to leave this place? will we ever make it out?
he doesn't read the slips of paper out loud. but the audience knows the answer each time. as the final shot closes, we see their silhouettes, huddled in the corner of the booth, shoulders slumped in defeat.
I want to be like pat and don. but I can't seem to stop from digging out more pennies, and I'm growing more wild-eyed and desperate with each fortune strip. help.
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