The Twilight Zone

Season 1 Episode 27

The Big Tall Wish

5
Aired Unknown Apr 08, 1960 on CBS

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    • When Bolie goes to visit Henry on the roof of the building, Henry is tending to two rabbits in a cage. When Bolie arrives, Henry closes the door of the cage, but it swings open slightly. However, when Henry walks back to the cage, the door is closed.

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    • (Opening Narration)
      Narrator: In this corner of the universe, a prizefighter named Bolie Jackson, one hundred and eighty-three pounds and an hour and a half away from a comeback at St. Nick's Arena. Mr. Bolie Jackson, who by the standards of his profession is an aging, over-the-hill relic of what was, and who now sees a reflection of a man who has left too many pieces of his youth in too many stadiums for too many years before too many screaming people. Mr. Bolie Jackson, who might do well to look for some gentle magic in the hard-surfaced glass that stares back at him.

    • Henry: Feelin' good, Bolie? Feelin' sharp? Take a tiger tonight, huh, Bolie?
      Bolie: Take a tiger. I'm gonna take a tiger, Henry. I'll give him a left then a right and one to the stomach and then pick him up by the tail and throw him right up into the ninth row.
      Henry: You're lookin' good, Bolie. You're lookin' sharp.
      Bolie: You gonna watch?
      Henry: You fooling? I'll yell so loud you'll hear me all the way to St. Nick's.
      Bolie: You know, a fighter don't need a scrapbook, Henry. You want to know what he's done, where he's fought? You read it in his face. He's got the whole story cut into his flesh. St. Louis, 1949. Guy named Sailor Leavitt. A real fast boy. And this--Memorial Stadium. Syracuse, New York. Italian boy. Fought like Henry Armstrong. All hands and arms, just like a windmill on the wind. First time I ever got my nose broke twice in one fight. And move south, Henry. Miami, Florida. Boy got me up against the ring posts. He did this with his laces. Tired old man. Tired old man trying to catch a bus, and the bus has already gone. Left a couple of years ago. Arms are heavy, legs like rubber, short of wind, one eye almost gone. There I go, running down the street trying to catch that bus to glory.
      Henry: Bolie, you are going to catch a tiger tonight. I'm gonna make a wish. I'm gonna make a big tall wish, and you ain't gonna get hurt none, either. You hear, Bolie? You've been hurt enough already, and you're my friend, Bolie. You're my good and close friend.

    • Bolie: Little boys, little boys with their heads full up with dreams. When do they find out, Frances? When do they suddenly find out that there ain't any magic? When does somebody push their face down on the sidewalk and say to them, "Hey, little boy, it's concrete. That's what the world is made out of--concrete." When do they find out that you can wish your life away?

    • Bolie: Listen, kid, I've been wishing all my life. You understand, Henry, I got a gut ache from wishing, and all I've got to show for it is a face full of scars. And a head full of memories of all the hurt and misery I've had to live with and sleep with all my miserable life.

    • Bolie: Henry, I can't believe. I'm too old. And I'm too hurt to believe. I can't, boy, just can't. Now, Henry, there ain't no such thing as magic. God helps us both, I wish there were

    • Henry: I ain't gonna make no more wishes, Bolie. I'm too old for wishes. And there ain't no such thing as magic, is there?
      Bolie: I guess not, Henry. Or maybe... maybe there is magic. Maybe there's wishes, too. I guess the trouble is--I guess the trouble is not enough people around to believe. G'night, boy.
      Henry: Goodnight, Bolie.

    • (Closing Narration)
      Narrator: Mr. Bolie Jackson, a hundred and eighty-three pounds, who left a second chance lying in a heap on a rosin-spattered canvas at St. Nick's Arena. Mr. Bolie Jackson, who shares the most common ailment of all men, the strange and perverse disinclination to believe in a miracle. The kind of miracle to come from the mind of a little boy, perhaps only to be found in the Twilight Zone.

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