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The man who wants to live forever can't die soon enough for my tastes.
Opening: You’re about to meet a hypochondriac. Witness Mr. Walter Bedeker, age forty-four. Afraid of the following: death, disease, other people, germs, draft, and everything else. He has one interest in life, and that’s Walter Bedeker. One preoccupation, the life and well-being of Walter Bedeker. One abiding concern about society, that if Walter Bedeker should die, how will it survive without him?
โEscape Clauseโ is an episode in search of unity. It almost feels like the two halves were written on their own and they were only belatedly knitted together.
The opening is a solid deal-with-the-devil setup. Walter Bedeker (David Wayne1) is gleefully, venomously detestableโnot just self-centered but monstrously selfish. Heโs a bully who uses his imaginary ailments as a cudgel, especially against his wife, Ethel (Virginia Christine2), whoโfor reasons surpassing human understandingโactually seems to care for him. Heโs worn her down to the bone โฆ and then, of course, heโs obnoxious about the fact that his doctor noticed her exhaustion, felt compassion for her, and dared to prescribe her vitamins. She would be better off living with asbestos or black mold.
Once Ethel has retreated to try to gather up the scraps of her self-esteem, Walter gets a visit from the devil himself: Thomas Gomezโs3 jovial Cadwallader.
This is the best scene in the episode. Gomez is fantastic, with Cadwalladerโs expansive-but-evil twinkly bonhomie swallowing up any jabs Walter tries to throw his way; this is a devil who is really getting a kick out of his job, and who humors Walter as indulgently as an adult might humor a toddler. There are several nice touches here:
– It takes Walter a moment to notice Cadwallader is there, even with Cadwallader talking to himโbecause Cadwallader is agreeably affirming and seconding everything Walterโs saying, and Walter presumably takes any support from the universe as nothing more than his due. Poor Ethel would have noticed much faster.
– Itโs a genuinely uncanny note when Walter asks how Cadwallader got in, and Cadwallader simply says, โIโve never been gone.โ
– โWhat did you say your name was?โ / โWhatโs in a name, Mr. Bedeker, really?โ
– Walter also often slightly mispronounces Cadwallader’s name. Even the devil himself can’t get past his force field of self-absorption.
– I am not above being amused at Cadwalladerโs stamp of approval a) smoking and b) being marked with pitchforks. Sometimes I’m a simple person with simple pleasures.
Walter has zero problems trading his soul for immortality and indestructabilityโheโs presumably not using it anywayโbut he bargains for his appearance to stay the same, avoiding the most obvious and predictable immortality-related twist ending. That fateโtrapping a hypochondriac in a body that’s eternal but desperately unhealthy all the sameโwould have been an appropriate if horrifying bit of just deserts, but the episode has a rarer (and less appalling) outcome in mind. It’s actually more of an AHP idea, wherein Walter is hoist by his own petard rather than stomped on by the cosmos itself.
The contract does come with an escape clause: whenever Walter gets tired of living, he can call on Cadwallader, and Cadwallader will give him a quick and easy death. (Quicker and easier than Iโd prefer he get, at this point.)
Soโsolid opening. Time to rapidly go downhill.
The whole problem with this episode is that the consequences Walter faces arenโt really tied to any part of his established characterization. If anything, you might think that immortality and invulnerability might start to chafe at him because it takes away his chosen method for hogging all the attention. Maybe itโs even taking away his favorite obsession.
Nope! Instead, we get Walter immediately becoming an adrenaline junkieโone who, of course, canโt actually get much of an adrenaline charge out of any of his death-defying stunts since he knows in advance that heโll come through just fine. A different character gaining this ability and using it to bilk peopleโthrow yourself on the train tracks and threaten to sue the railroad, for exampleโmight make sense.4 With Walter, it feels out of the blue. Nevertheless, there’s a nice comedic beat with two insurance company lawyers meeting in Walterโs doorwayโone going out and the other coming in, both recognizing each other with weary humorโand that’s the kind of low-key humor the show can do very well.
And more credit where credit is due: the episode does make an attempt to tie everything together by having Walter muse that even opening a window used to constitute a risk, and now he canโt even get a charge out of leaping on the third rail. Still, Iโm unconvinced: nothing we saw earlier implied that he cared about that. It works well enough, and Wayne’s performance is consistent enough to hold it together, but even a little bit more bridging material would help here.
Ethel panics at Walter drinking an ammonia cocktailโwhich he complains tastes like โweak lemonadeโโand he finally explains the situation to her. She doesnโt believe him, and when he tries to jump down the light well of the apartmentโa fourteen-story dropโshe tries to stop him. (You know what, Ethel? Maybe donโt.) She falls instead, and her husbandโs response is to calmly light a cigarette: โI wonder what it felt like.โ Meanwhile, I admire the stylish shot of the light well, with Ethel’s scream lighting up a pattern of windows all down its dark length.
Ethel’s death lets Walter seize on the chance to give the electric chair a whirl. Why does he think that will give him a rush when nothing else does? He calls the police and confesses to murder and does his bestโwith no regard for his lawyerโs5 impending ulcer (this man’s professional despair is another good comedic beat the episode finds)โto be found guilty. What does he think will happen when the electric chair doesnโt work? Does he think heโll immediately get a settlement and be released from prison? That theyโre not going to try again? That this wouldnโt somehow end with him with him in a lab somewhere? I donโt know how he expects this to work out!
The โtwist,โ such as it is, is that heโs found guilty but sentenced to imprisonment โwithout hope of paroleโ for โthe rest of his natural life.โ Good job, sad lawyer! The guard at the jail encourages Walter to think of this as just forty, forty-five years, but Walter flashes back to Cadwallader laughingly talking about thousands of years. He summons Cadwallader, glumly utilizes the escape clause, and dies of a heart attack.
This is just a tad too muted for my taste, though I do like that it means he’s ultimately paying for his continual disregard of Ethel with his life. A bit of bracing meanness might improve it, like if Walter had previously not only disdained the escape clause but actually insisted on its removal, and Cadwallader reappears to reassure him that, well, eventually civilization itself may fall, and he’ll be free then. Walter’s been obnoxious all episode, and an additional twist of the knife here would amplify the payoff.
Ultimately, while โEscape Clauseโ is in the shape of a cosmic justice storyโsomething the show is usually good atโits bones are actually closer to a “perfect crime gone wrong” story. Neither Walter Bedekerโs dissatisfaction nor his eventual use of the escape clause feel like they have to do with who he is as a (terrible) person; the last part is clever but plays more as the neat solution to a riddle or the punchline of a joke (good things in themselves, to be fair) than the end of a tale. Maybe it is best to think of this one as a joke, where characterization matters less than keeping things moving. If it is, it’s honestly one of the more effective comedy episodes, and I have to give it points for that even that’s not my favorite mode of the show.
Closing: There’s a saying, “Every man is put on Earth condemned to die, time and method of execution unknown.” Perhaps this is as it should be. Case in point: Walter Bedeker, lately deceased. A little man with such a yen to live. Beaten by the devil, by his own boredom, and by the scheme of things in this, the Twilight Zone.
Directed by: Mitchell Leisen
Written by: Rod Serling
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My biggest issue here is that Bedeker is just not a very interesting asshole. A good performance by Wayne, but so impossible to care about that it makes everything else hard to care about as well. At least the Devil is more engaging. And the idea of too much immortality is a good one, but yeah, it doesn’t really fit with this guy. But I am not going to call this a bad episode, since I know what a bad TZ is like.
I remember Wayne from a sitcom based on the Walter Matthau movie House Calls. I have of course seen him in other stuff since then, but he’s forever a crusty old doctor in a sitcom with Wayne Rogers.
Get used to the Devil. He appears so much across the years that when the show was revived, CBS complained there’s too much of him!
I liked this a little more this time around than I did before (a lot of the rewrite for this was toning down the dislike I’d felt in 2022), but even when I had the lowest opinion of it, I agree that it’s still above the bottom of the barrel. The show has many gems, of course, but “The Bard” awaits us as well. Everything is a high in comparison to that.
I’m quite fond of the TZ devils: it’s interesting that Serling often writes them as exhibiting a degree of humor and enjoyment, whereas Charles Beaumont’s devil feels decidedly different.
My low water mark is “Mr. Dingle the Strong.” TZ’s most beloved actor in his worst performance.
That probably is worse, actually, but at least it’s shorter. “The Bard” cruelly falls in S4, with the hour-long episodes. But then, the misuse of Meredith … yeah, “Mr. Dingle” might take it, actually.
I turned forty-four today so I’m hoping to be offered the same deal.
Happy birthday! (Now on the correct day.) I’m sure you’d make better use of your immortality, but you should throw in at least one train incident for kicks.