The Storyteller (The Twilight Zone)
|The New Twilight Zone episode|
|Directed by||Paul Lynch|
|Written by||Rockne S. O'Bannon|
|Original air date||October 11, 1986|
|“||Two women. A man. A chase down library steps. And so, our story begins. Like life, all stories have a beginning, a middle and end. But the distances between beginning and end, between story and life, can sometimes be deceptive. Especially when viewed through the shifting prisms of the Twilight Zone.||”|
Retired teacher Dorothy Livingston is visiting her niece when she bumps into a man she has never been able to forget. Seeing him leave by taxi, Dorothy and her niece decide to follow him and Dorothy tells her niece how she met that man in 1933.
During that time, Dorothy was assigned to a small school in West Virginia and replaced a teacher who informed her that Mica Frost, one of her students, should be allowed access to the library at all times. She meets Mica and discovers that he is a boy who enjoys scribbling in his notebook. She believes Mica's behavior to be unusual and asks him to schedule a parent-teacher conference. Mica declines and informs her that his parents are dead and he lives with his grandfather, who will neither meet her or be met under any circumstance.
The next morning at school, Mica accidentally falls from a tree, hits his head, and breaks his arm. He is taken to the town doctor to spend the night but he fights back because no one will be home to keep his great-great-great-grandfather alive.
Feeling responsible for Mica’s grandfather, Dorothy goes to their house and reads the old man a story she makes up on the fly. The next day, Mica rushes home to find that his great-great-great-grandfather is still alive and well. He is also surprised to find out that Dorothy was there to read to the old man. She tells Mica that she’s still not convinced that she saved his life but she said she read the story just in case it worked.
In the present, Mica gets out of the taxi and enters an apartment building followed closely by Dorothy and her niece. Entering an apartment, Dorothy’s voice can be heard reading to her own mother who asks excitedly, “What happens next? Did you find the man? Was he really 200 years old?” Dorothy smiles and answers her: “Tomorrow, mother,” and leaves with the old woman waiting for tomorrow’s story.