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People ask, where do you get your ideas?

Well, right here.

Oh, this is my Martian landscape.

Somewhere in this room is an African belt.

Just beyond, perhaps, is a small Illinois town where I grew up. And I'm

surrounded on every side by my magician's toy shop.

I'll never starve here.

I just look around, find what I need, and begin.

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

Well then, right now, what shall it

be?

Out of all this, what do I choose to make a story?

I never know where the next one will take me.

And the trip?

Exactly one half exhilaration, exactly one half terror.

Well, let's play some other kind of game.

This game's my favorite.

All right, let's play it then. Okay, here we go. Hey, you two.

Time to finish breakfast.

You want to finish breakfast?

Let's finish breakfast.

Come on, let's go.

Stephen, you clear up your toys before we go.

Oh, hey, Carol.

You're desperate for attention, Charles. Who gives attention?

A 72 -year -old housekeeper.

He should have friends his own age, not just you.

He needs to learn how to adapt, to get along.

He'll be okay. You did a fine job with him since Mary died.

I'm his aunt, his brother.

I have a career.

Next month I'm getting married.

I won't be here to take him places anymore. I'll take him places.

How many times can you take him to the zoo?

We have a playground just up the street. You've never even taken him there.

You know I don't want him going to that place.

He needs this, Charles.

He needs to learn how to play the way little boys play.

He can't be his best friend anymore.

He'll never learn how to adapt, to fit in, just like you haven't.

Please, Dad, could we?

All right, I'll check it out. Tonight.

All right!

I'll drop Steve off at Mrs. White's.

Here, Dad.

Well, thank you very much for bringing me my briefcase, Mr. Underhill.

Thank you. Thank you, sir.

Something's wrong with that playground.

Something very odd there.

It's just a playground.

Take a look.

Take a closer look. I don't like it. It's a zoo. It's a menagerie full of

animals.

You haven't been near a playground in 20 years.

Now, you promised.

You promised to take him there tonight.

Who are you?

Come on in and play, Charlie.

How do you know my name?

Impossible. No way. Ridiculous. Horrible. Awful.

Calm down. Sure, calm down.

I've seen it, smelled it, heard it.

The playground stinks.

Tennis shoes.

Blood.

Dirty bandages.

The mean little faces of green jelly running out of their noses. That's it.

Spare me the graphic details.

Steve goes nowhere near that pit.

Look, Charles.

He's at almost six. He has got to learn about the real world. He'll be starting

school soon.

If that's the real world, he'll never survive it. Hell, I'd rather get him a

tutor.

God.

Some way I could stand in for him.

Take the shots.

You can't protect him forever.

I can try.

There is nothing any of us can do about the real world except live in it.

You survived.

Very much.

Steve will, too.

You're just not holding up your end, Charlie.

I mean, you're letting us all down here.

Insurance is a very competitive business, and, I mean, it's dog -eat

there. It's think or swim, Charlie, old man.

Bob.

Tell me.

Yeah, Charlie.

How do you raise a boy?

Geez, I don't know.

What?

I mean, you find a cement mixer, you throw them in, you let them run for five

minutes, you take them out.

Mr. Charlie, maybe you should not cut out for sale.

Maybe you should think about what I was saying about transferring to

accountants. Huh?

You think about that, Charlie?

Hello, Charlie. What are you doing?

I brought him out to play. Play? You call that play?

There, you see how happy he is.

Daddy, can we come back tomorrow?

How are you doing, Charlie?

Good to see you again.

What the hell?

Ralph? What are you talking about?

A bully.

Used to wait for me on the corner every day.

Come on, Charles, we've got to go home.

Thank you.

I heard a noise.

Charles, it's 3 a .m. Do you remember the door?

What?

The front door.

What are you talking about?

Sometimes after school, I would run from them,

hoping to find some place in the house to hide.

But Mom and Dad were still at work, and the front door was

locked.

And I was trapped.

Those mean little faces were always there,

waiting.

So...

into the playground.

Try and find some place to hide.

Escape.

But there was no escape.

I began to crawl inside my mind to get away. The more they punished me,

the deeper inside I went.

Charles, I'm sorry.

I just can't stand there and do nothing.

Are you here?

Ralph?

Listen to me.

Tomorrow, I'm going to bring Steve here.

I want you to leave him alone.

We're going to the playground, Steve.

All right!

It's cold, so come here.

When we get there, I want you to listen to me.

Do exactly what I say, you understand?

There's nothing to be afraid of there.

You're a big boy, and I know you'll be brave.

Like you, huh, Daddy?

That's right, just like me.

We're going to face ourselves sometimes.

I'm going to be the daddy.

That's right. You're going to be the daddy.

I'm going to be the daddy.

Right.

I'm the papa. I'm the daddy. I'm the papa.

I'm the daddy. I'm the papa.

I'm the daddy. I'm the papa. I'm the daddy. I'm the papa. I'm the daddy. I'm

papa. I'm the daddy.

I'm the father.

I'm the father. I'm the daddy. I'm the father.

I'm the father. I'm the daddy.

Who are you?

You are Steve. You are me.

You are me. You are Steve.

I am Steve.

Yes.

Yes. Charles!

I am Steve.

I am Steve.

I am Steve.

I am Steve. I am Pa.

I am Pa. I am Pa. No.

Ralph,

it is you.

I am Steve.

I am Steve.

I am Steve. I am...

I'm the father, I'm the daddy, I'm the pop. I'm the father, I'm the daddy, I'm

the pop.

You are Steve!

Yes,

I

am Steve.

Welcome back to the playground, Charlie.

Thank you.