1,154 pages and 2.8 pounds — interesting in concept, but nearly impossible to read.
Devine was a small, slender man, thin-featured and quick of manner. So it’s not Andy. Or Divine.
He is a banker who is telling Detective Flaherty about blackmail letters he has been receiving. Unfortunately he lacked the foresight to save the letters for the police. After getting a phone-call from the extortionists, he called the cops. The only clue is that he heard one of the men use the name Jigger.
Flaherty’s partner Mike Martin knows a Jigger Burns and says, “Jigger is a peter man.” I don’t even want to Google that. Luckily, we are soon told that means he is a nitro expert. The only blowing he does is -up safes. Because Jigger was recently seen talking to Johnny Grecco, they somehow make the leap to question Grecco. They head to the Esplanade to pick him up.
Grecco is not at the club, but one of his lackeys points out his girlfriend charmingly referred to as “the Polack.” She is giving dime dances for $.25 so Flaherty hires her for a song. Martin heads over to Flaherty’s house after he gets another threat about him calling the police. While Flaherty is waiting for Grecco to show up, Martin calls in to say, “Someone laid a pineapple in Devine’s car. Him and the chauffeur was blown to hell.” Maybe it was that peter man. Because of the nitro, I mean.
Flaherty returns to the club and looks around. He asks, “Where’s that tall blonde, the Polack girl?” She called in sick, tired of being the butt of two series of jokes impugning her intelligence [1]. He plays the cop-card, gets her name — Anna Brinski — and her address. He busts into her apartment and finds her holding a pair tickets to Los Angeles, packing a whistle and a clipboard because the tickets said coach class. That is enough for Flaherty to haul her downtown, although I’m still not seeing the connection. A man comes to the door. After a struggle, Flaherty shoots him. As he is searching the body, Anna conks him on the head with a brass vase.
Flaherty wakes up half an hour later, but Anna is gone. He identifies the dead man as Devine’s assistant, but can’t figure out his involvement. He finds a piece of paper with “1934” written on it. He staggers down the stairs of her apartment. In front of Anna’s building, a man tries to shoot him from a passing car. It would have been much easier to kill Flaherty in Anna’s apartment but the car could never have taken that tight corner at the base of the stairs.
After seeing an explosion in Devine’s bank, Flaherty goes to the only hotel in town tall enough to have a 19th floor. Oh, and he calls the house dick. Hehe. Maybe to catch the peter man. In room 1934, he finds Anna, Grecco, and the very much alive Devine. Flaherty puts all the pieces together. The man killed in the explosion was a decoy for the similarly built Jigger. [2] His pieces were not put together.
“Anna screamed suddenly, seeing the sudden bulge in the banker’s pocket.”
Since it is neither the house dick nor the peter man, it is just a pistol. Yada yada, a bunch of cash and two honest cops.
Post-Post:
He is understandably skeptical, but finally accepts that he is back from the dead. Unfortunately, the doctors tell him that he will die again in a couple of days. They just haven’t worked out all the bugs yet. In an unusual departure for Outer Limits, this miraculous scientific breakthrough is made by two guys working in a dark lab rather than one guy working alone in a dark lab.
Houghton is mugged in the parking lot. After a struggle, he is shot. McCamber wastes no time dragging his dead ass back into the lab where he can be resurrected. When he awakens, his first thought is that he will soon re-die like Oscar did. McCamber drives him home where he hopes he can make up for years of neglect. The next day, instead of buying millions of dollars of life insurance, he takes his wife and daughter to the park. They then go out for a nice lunch. Out the window, Houghton sees the man that killed him.
It was a good story with a great premise mostly supported by the usual Outer Limits quality production. It felt like a little bit of a slog at times, though. The most interesting thing was seeing Stephen Lang much younger than he was in 
The episode begins with a bit of German Expressionism; and I believe that expression is ausgezeichnet! [1] It was an unexpected bit of black & white artistry in a frequently dreary series with rain, fog, shadows, odd angles, Kafkaesque police, and big-ass clocks just scary in their size and starkness. I guess a whole episode in this style would have been too much, but what an awesome opening! Alas, it was just a Traum.
Denise gets away from Ron and runs downstairs. Wanting to help the family, Jimmy points the gun at Ron. That goes about as you expect — Ron takes the gun from him and murders the entire family. Again, this is awesomely — sorry — executed.
Irving Randall is in a poker game with 3 co-workers. Well, 2 co-workers and his jerk of a boss. His boss Smalley goads him into betting over his head, not with it. He loses big. On the way home, he is stopped by a cop for walking alone at such a late hour. The cop warns him this neighborhood is not safe at night.
suit. He asks, “How can I be sure the cash is mine?” The detective says, “Because he was caught exactly 3 blocks from where you were mugged, running like the devil was chasing him. That’s what I meant by real evidence.” Well, that is pretty fishy, but not exactly conclusive.
and especially offensive to me, hair — just a huge shock of tall, thick, upswept hair. The bastard.
The next morning, Irving has to stop by Smalley’s apartment to pick up some papers. He finds Smalley roughed up with a band-aid on his chin. He was robbed by some kid of $92. Irving finally feels some relief with the confirmation that the kid was a crook after all, and he didn’t steal money from an innocent person to cover his own shame at losing the money in a card game.