December 11, 2010
New York, NY
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GK: I used to listen to radio shows from New York when I was a kid and one of my favorites was this one-----

TR (CONDUCTOR, REVERB): GRAND... CENTRAL... STATION...

(STEAM ENGINE TRAIN COMING TO A STOP, HISS, MUSIC)

TR: In the heart of the busy metropolis, deep underground, the shining steel tracks reach the marble temple where human lives converge and intersect ----every hour, day and night in---- GRAND CENTRAL STATION.
(THEME UNDER)

GK: Beverly! ----- Beverly!!! Hi! (RUNNING FOOTSTEPS) Hello, darling!

SS (COOLLY): Oh. Hello, Carson.

GK: What's wrong, sweetheart? You don't seem glad to see me.

SS (COOLLY): No, I'm glad you're here----- how are you, Carson?

GK: Okay. I guess----

SS (COOLLY): How did you know I would be on that train-----?

GK: I called your office----- I talked to Jean-----

SS: Oh. So you didn't get my letter then? The letter I mailed Special Delivery from Santa Monica two weeks ago------

GK: No.

SS: It was delivered to your home, Carson.

GK: Well, I'm not living there anymore. I couldn't pay the rent anymore. So I had to move to the Salvation Army.

SS: Oh-----

GK: I saw in the papers that you got the job at Random House----- I'm so happy for you------ I just wanted to see you again-----

SS: Carson. Please-----read the letter.

GK: What did the letter say, Beverly?
(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS AND STOP)

BC: Here, darling----- I found a porter to carry our bags----- I'll call us a cab to take us to the Carlisle. Oh----- who's this?

SS: This is Carson, Omar.

BC: Oh. Friend of yours?

SS: He used to be, yes----- I'll tell you all about it later, darling------

GK: Omar-----

SS: I told you all about it in the letter, Carson.

GK: But----

BC: Let's not stand around yakking, Beverly---- we have to make it to the church by 4 o'clock-----

GK: Church? I didn't know you attended church, darling---

SS: It's all in the letter, Carson.

BC: Tell him, Beverly. We're getting married------

GK: Married?????

SS: Omar is a poet, Carson. You----- you're a prose writer. The moment I met him, I could feel the difference.

BC: I read your last book, Carson. Interesting. I could see what you were going for. The first couple of pages were...good. It sort of got away from you but------ there was a lot of good stuff there.

SS: Come, darling. Let's go.

BC: You know, my favorite thing of yours ------ I think it was the best thing you ever did ------ it was about thirty years ago------ I saw it in some magazine------- I forget what it was about, but it was just terrific. Great stuff. Well, anyway----- Goodbye. Gotta run.

SS: Goodbye. Life moves on, Carson. Ciao. (FOOTSTEPS OFF)

(FOUR BEATS) ------ (PASSERSBY)

TR (ON P.A.): Now boarding on track 11 ----- the Prairie Express ----- with stops at Cincinnati, Indianapolis, Chicago, Minneapolis, and Bismarck, ND -----

GK: Bismarck, North Dakota. Mom and Dad. The farm. I could be there in 24 hours. Excuse me----- what's one-way fare to Bismarck?

SS (CLERK): Fifty-seven dollars and forty-two cents.

GK: Coach?

SS (CLERK): Yes, of course. There are no first-class accommodations to Bismarck, North Dakota. 

GK: Fifty-seven dollars. By sheer coincidence, that's exactly how much money I have on me. Oh. Excuse me. (TR REACT) Wasn't looking where I was going----- I'm sorry. Are you okay?

TR: I can't believe it. You------ is your name Carson?

GK: Yes-----

TR: Carson-----

GK: Yes.

TR: I've looked for you for more than a year----- ever since that day you pulled my wife out of the path of that runaway taxi.

GK: Oh. Right.

TR: You saved her life.

GK: Well, anyone would've done the same thing-----

TR: I owe you more than I can ever pay.

GK: Oh you don't owe me anything-----

TR: I do. Here. Take it.

GK: I didn't do it for the reward.

TR: Please. Take it.

GK: A ten-thousand dollar bill-----

TR: For you------Merry Christmas.

GK: I had no idea they made ten-thousand dollar bills.

TR: I work in Wall Street. We've got a lot of them down there.

GK: Thank you, sir. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
(FOOTSTEPS, CROWD PASSING) I walked through Grand Central, feeling very lucky indeed, feeling that I had gotten a fresh chance in life, and that now I could finish my new book...and then I remembered Omar's words -----

BC: (REVERB) You know, my favorite thing of yours ------ I think it was the best thing you ever did ------ it was about thirty years ago------ I saw it in some magazine------- I forget what it was about...

GK: And then I saw them...the two piano-players------ playing a Christmas tune ------ (TWIN PIANOS) and the glass bowl full of dollar bills on one piano------- something about their music made me think of home...of Bismarck...of Mom and Dad...(TRAIN WHISTLE) and I was on the train back home when I looked in my pocket for that ten-thousand dollar bill and couldn't find it and realized that I had put it in the glass bowl on the piano in the train station. (STING) But I was on my way home...home to the prairie...and it was then I saw the snow falling...the wind blowing...(SFX) there was deep snow...the train was slowing down (SFX) and a pack of wolves had gathered alongside the tracks and were following us (SFX)...and then I noticed that I was the only passenger on the train. The only one. (THEME)

TR: Will Carson make it home? Or is this the end of the line? 

TR: Join us again tomorrow when we bring you GRAND CENTRAL STATION. In the heart of the busy metropolis, deep underground, human lives converge and intersect ----every hour, day and night in---- GRAND CENTRAL STATION. 

(THEME UNDER)