Narrator: Maple Street, U.S.A. Late summer. A tree-lined little world of front porch gliders, barbecues, the laughter of children, and the bell of an ice-cream vendor. At the sound of the roar and the flash of light, it will be precisely 6:43pm on Maple Street. This is Maple Street on a late Saturday afternoon. Maple Street, in the last calm and reflective moment before the monsters came.
Les: You scared, frightened rabbits, you. You're sick people, do you know that? You're sick people, all of you. And you don't even know what you're starting here, because let me tell you, let me tell you, you're starting something here that--that's what you should be frightened of. And as God is my witness, you're letting something begin here that's... that's a nightmare.
Les: Stay right where you are, Steve! We don't want any trouble. But this time anyone who sets foot on my porch, that's what he's gonna get. Trouble!
Steve: Go ahead, what's my wife said, let's get it all out. Let's pick out every idiosyncrasy of every man, woman, and child on this whole street. And then we might as well set up some kind of a kangaroo court. Now how about a firing squad at dawn, Charlie, to get rid of all
the suspects, narrow them down for you, make it easier?
Don: Well there's no need getting so upset, Steve. It's just that... well, Myra's talked about how there's been plenty of nights you've spent hours down in your basement, working on some kind of radio or somethin'. Well, none of us have ever seen that radio...
Charlie: Go ahead, Steve. What kind of radio set you working on? I never seen it. Neither has anyone else. Who talks to you on that radio set, and who do you talk to?
Steve: Well, I'm surprised at you, Charlie. How come you're so dense all of the sudden? Who do I talk to? I talk to monsters from outer space! I talk to three-headed green men who fly over here in what looked like meteors!
Charlie: No! No it's nothing of the sort! I didn't know the lights were on, I swear. Somebody's pulling a gag or something!
Steve: A gag? A gag?! Charlie, there's a man lying dead in the street and you killed him. Does that look like a gag to you?
Charlie: Look! Look, I swear it isn't me! I swear it isn't! But I know who it is! I know who the monster is! I know who it is that doesn't belong among us! I swear I know who it is!
Don: All right, Charlie, let's hear it.
Charlie: It's... it's...
Les: What are you waiting for!
Don: Come on, Charlie, come on!
Old Man: Who is it, Charlie? Tell us!
Charlie: It's the kid! It's Tommy! He's the one!
Alien #1: Understand the procedure now? Just stop a few of their machines, and radios, and telephones, and lawnmowers, throw them into darkness for a few hours and then, sit back and watch the pattern.
Alien #2: And this pattern is always the same?
Alien #1: With few variations. They pick the most dangerous enemy they can find. And it's themselves. All we need do is sit back and watch.
Alien #2: Then I take it that this place--this "Maple Street"--is not unique?
Alien #1: By no means. The world is full of Maple Streets. And we'll go from one to the other and let them destroy themselves. One to the other... one to the other... one to the other...
Narrator: The tools of conquest do not necessarily come with bombs and explosions and fallout. There are weapons that are simply thoughts, attitudes, prejudices, to be found only in the minds of men. For the record, prejudices can kill and suspicion can destroy, and a thoughtless, frightened search for a scapegoat has a fallout all of its own - for the children, and the children yet unborn. And the pity of it is that these things cannot be confined to the Twilight Zone.
Redone (and updated) four decades later in the UPN edition of The Twilight Zone (2003).
A shortened script is published in a 7th grade Holt Rinhart and Winston textbook.
The ice cream wagon uses in this episode was previously seen in episode #20, "Elegy."