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People ask, where do you get your ideas?

Right here.

All this is my magician's toy shop.

I'm Ray Bradbury, and this is...

and get yourself killed?

There he goes again.

Crazy as a weasel down a chimney.

You gonna finish my shave?

Sheriff ought to throw him in the jail.

Mr.

Simpson? That's me.

I'm Miss Weldon from Drummond.

Oh, fine.

Good to see you, Miss Weldon.

New manicurist.

There's got to be an improvement on that dolly pride.

Damn woman didn't have a single tongue in her head.

Well, I hope I have that.

I just came in and thought I'd drop by.

Fine.

Got yourself a place over Webster's, I hear. You get settled in there, Miss

Weldon. See you right after 12 noon.

Yes, of course.

Goodbye.

She looks a queer beetle.

Maiden lady.

Old mother just died.

Don't suppose there was a father.

Come on, Odd Martin.

Come on now.

You're not dead.

Don't be if you stay there.

Get off, Sheriff.

Sure looks bleached out.

White as new snow.

A new snow, hell.

Taking up valuable parking space.

It's been Friday. Lots of people have been needing this spot.

Odd?

Oh, hmm.

Here, give us a hand here, boys.

You take the head and take the feet there.

All right. Come on, Odd. Bring them over here.

Up you go.

Don't lie down there until he gets tired of laying.

God,

Martin.

He's done that a million times before.

Likes the publicity.

Odd Martin, got a job for you.

And he says, Madam, we've already established that.

Now we're haggling about the price.

Are these all right for you?

Guess so.

Please, excuse me.

Is that a kitten in there?

May I see it, please?

Were you going to drown her?

Oh, please don't do that.

I'll keep her.

I'd like to keep her.

Drowning's a terrible thing.

I know.

I've been drowned.

Yep, he's certainly one of the town sights.

Is that what he does? Clean the streets?

Oh, that and other things, you know, folks don't like to do for themselves.

Didn't always, though. He was a farmer.

About 20 years back, big flood washed away his farm and all his stock.

He was missing for a while, but he turned up stark crazy.

Said he walked out of the floodwaters after being drowned.

Claimed he was a dead man.

Must have thought we was wet behind the ears, huh?

Can't leave him lying here all the time.

Hey, come over here.

He doesn't get any lighter, does he?

Sure doesn't.

Ma 'am?

Mr. Martin.

Mr.

Martin, would you wake up, please?

It's an awful hot day, Mr. Martin.

I wish you'd try some of this.

It's cologne.

It'll help keep you cool.

Now, what can you make of that?

Takes one to know one, I guess.

Told you she was simple.

Have a good lunch break, Miss Weldon.

Yes, thank you, Mr. Simpson.

That cat of yours sure is fascinated by Odd Martin.

Think she knows what he had in mind for her?

You know, with the nights drawing in, I figure the best thing could happen to

Odd Martin would be to get married.

What woman would marry Odd?

Sometimes I believe he is dead.

Flies do hang around him.

Bulldog, watch what you're doing, woman.

She knows what she's doing, Gilpatrick. Hold still while I almost cut your

throat. Just joking.

Now, Miss Weldon, she knows how to handle Odd Martiner on the weather.

Didn't she give him a bottle of cologne?

Helped him prove his perspiration.

Funny how we joke about Odd.

Sometimes I wonder if we ain't really scared of him.

Come on, boys.

I mean, we don't let ourselves believe he's really dead.

So we just make him some kind of joke.

Oh, we just let him lay there.

He don't cause no trouble.

He's just there.

But I noticed old sawbones talk Hudson.

Didn't really listen to Odd's heart with his stethoscope.

Scared of what he'd find.

Sure is hot.

You'll just help yourself, Ralph.

How do you figure that?

Kind of strange, huh?

I've been watching you for a long time.

Want to know why?

You're dead.

You're really dead.

And I'm the only one who really knows.

I believe you would.

I tried dying once.

I laid on the floor for an hour.

Then I quit.

Because I had to go to the bathroom.

It's not easy being dead, right?

No, it isn't.

Sometimes I see you walk by my house, not going anyplace.

No place to go.

I try thinking some place to go, hard to think.

Sometimes I almost know where to go, then I forget.

Once I thought, go to a doctor, have them declare me once and for all dead.

somehow I never got there.

If you want, I'll take you.

No, I'm tired, but I'll wait.

I'm curious to see what happens next.

But I know I'm dead.

Late nights I lay listening in my room, but no heartbeat in my ears, nor in my

chest, nor in my wrists.

Nothing in me but dark and night.

Maybe I'm still walking because I died young.

Only 28 and not married.

Always wanted to marry, never did.

But somewhere out there, something makes me stir. I think it's the wind. It

brings all these great...

perfumes or the sight of a lady's just now curled hair or the sound of her tiny

shoes on the sidewalk and I look up and there she is, Miss Weldon, putting down

her hand to lift me like I was no heavyweight at all.

Shucks.

I can't help you with that.

Think of something else.

So long.

So long.

Thanks, man.

Somebody say something? Someone here?

Only me, Odd.

Walk me home.

Oh,

how nice.

Odd? Miss Weldon?

What's your name?

Your first name?

John.

Well, that's a nice name.

Nicer than odd.

Miss Weldon?

Yes, John?

I've been saving my money.

Got quite a sum.

Don't spend it for anything.

I've got maybe about $5 ,000.

Sometimes I count it and get tired and can't count more.

So, why do you like me, Miss Weldon?

Well, because you're quiet,

not loud and mean, like the men at the barbershop.

I've had to fight even for a scrap of respect there.

But still they look right through me.

I'm like a window with no glass, not even a reflection.

I'm lonely, John.

And talking to you is... Well... Now

I wish we could do something about the way people talk about you.

John, if only you'd stop saying that you're not alive.

Saul, you don't believe me either. You're half alive for the care of a good

woman, for loving, for living decent, John.

That's what you mean by dead, nothing more.

Is that what I mean?

Well, what else could it be?

Don't do it. Go on.

Yeah. Mr.

Sir.

Um, we were wondering if you might want to... Come to a Halloween party. Yeah.

Why?

Because... Because it's Halloween.

Why? We want you to... We want you to come scare us. Yeah.

I got no costume.

Well, that's okay. Come as you are.

Come scare us.

Yeah, yeah, come to our party.

11th and South St. James Street.

Yeah.

Skater, come as you are.

Why, John.

Hello.

Treat, I guess.

Miss Weldon, do I scare you?

What happens? No.

In that case, will you marry me?

Proposing to me, Mr. Martin?

What does that mean?

It means I love you.

What say?

Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm. Mm -hmm. Mm -hmm. Mm -hmm. Mm -hmm. Yep.

All so darn sudden.

It's been coming on.

Where are you going to live?

Bought a place yesterday.

Real cheap.

Didn't know we had cheap homes in town.

Just outside.

Real small.

What was that about a small home cheap?

I'm the only real estate agent in town.

I sold him nothing.

What's he mean, small place?

Hell. Hey there, Reverend Polk.

You tie him the knot?

Knot?

Gonna get married.

Ardened our manicurist.

Today.

That's funny.

Nobody asked me.

Who cares?

But getting married and they're talking about some small cheap place just

outside of town.

Where? And who would ever marry them anyway? Honey, give me a break.

It's not legal yet.

I now pronounce you man and wife.