Scientist Jeff Conover is placed in a vacuum chamber to simulate the conditions 10 miles above the earth, except he is more comfortable than a Delta passenger. An experimental drug enables his cells to store oxygen, so he can survive without breathing, which would be good on some of those summer flights.
Jeff is the crème dela crème of test pilots. In fact, he is the whipped crème dela crème, as he has to ask his wife’s permission that night to perform the experiment in an airplane the next day. Lucky for the world of science, she says OK.
Jeff takes an airplane up to 50,000 feet and exits via the ejector seat. I assume there was another guy in the plane, but that still seems like a strange way to disembark. Unfortunately, the experiment is a failure as Jeff blacks out almost immediately and parachutes to the ground. After the doctors leave, he confides to his wife that his whole life flashed before his eyes in the seconds before he lost consciousness. He takes this to mean the human brain can outperform any machine created.
The next day, Jeff plays his boss a tape of him giving a lecture at 20X the normal speed. He says that by using the experimental drug, people could understand that high pitched whine and retain it. Why, this breakthrough could allow college students to becoming f***ing idiots in days rather than years!
In the next 2 weeks, he interviews people who have had similar rapid replays of their lives in dangerous situations. Wait, didn’t the drug cause that? While Henry Mason was caught in a cave-in, he recalled a dance he once took his wife to. He estimates it 
took 3 – 4 seconds to relive the 4 hours they were at the dance, which is the opposite of how time passes for me at a party.
A little blind girl named Alice is able to give the day of week for any day in history. Jeff quizzes her on 06/23/1412 and 07/04/2113. He says she gives the correct answers, although, a fact-check shows that she actually got both answers wrong. C’mon, no one could check an almanac? Alice says she got this skill — the sociopathic ability to lie, I guess — after the skeet-surfing accident that blinded her last year.
He asks old Mr. Stevenson the square root of 317. He says 17.0448. Oh, so close! It is 17.8044. Maybe the elderly actor just screwed up. Stevenson is played by Burt Mustin who somehow played 100 year old men for 25 years on TV. He is best known as Gus the Fireman from Leave it to Beaver. He sat in a chair outside the fire station every day despite having reached the retirement age for city workers 75 years earlier. However, he totally boots the cube of 4,209 — he gives the answer as 1,309,516,011, the rube! He is next given a list of phone numbers to sum in his head. The producers wisely hide the numbers from us, but it is safe to say his answer was wrong.
Finally the scientists refine a serum that speeds up mice in a maze to 10X their normal speed. Stop, I know where this is going! Don’t give it to the janitor! They have less success increasing a dog’s hyperactivity, but probably should not have started with a Jack Russell Terrier. With time running out (in their research, not — God help me — the episode), they decide to test the serum on a human.
Of course, Jeff decides he will be the first test subject. He orders his assistant to inject him with 5 cc’s of Solution 012. They had previously identified the drug as Solution 31d, so I don’t know WTF he’s taking. He is injected, and his senses are accelerated 100X. He sees his lab assistants moving very slowly, although they are able to converse normally. Soon he burns out while Good Will Hunting his way through complex math problems.
He has proven his point. For this astounding breakthrough that will change humanity and send the stock value into the stratosphere, Jeff is given 2 weeks vacation. Big Pharma, man!
Dane Ross enters Klemm’s watch shop and is taken aback by the overwhelming sound of ticks and tocks and clicks and clacks of a hundred clocks stacked chockablock like knick-knacks and bric-a-brac on the shelves. He should be wary of this place as it would be impossible to work here without going insane.
After dinner, Lisa walks Ross to the door, and he asks her out. She says she can’t because her grand-father is so protective. However, the next time we see them, they are at a German restaurant where, it is safe to say, they are not there for the food. Ross has been promoted and asks Lisa to move with him to Seattle, which was part of the USA at the time. But she won’t leave her grandfather.
Alarmed by Jack’s report and the newly proposed $.05 postage rate, Ross returns to Klemm’s shop, to find it boarded up. He busts in and finds Klemm slumped dead at his desk just like I expect to go. He has left a note that says he was willing to give his life for Lisa to live. Ross goes into the back room and finds Lisa sitting in a wheelchair. Ross is thrilled to see her there, eyes wide open. But she is lifeless as a mannequin. He hears a ticking and puts his ear to her chest. There he clearly hears the clockwork ticking in her chest.
Minna has purchased the house for her brother Paul and his daughter Ann to live in after the death of his wife. 
Later, Minna tells Ann she needs to be patient with her father who, after all, just lost his wife. Of course she is an 11 year old who lost her mother and a delicious glass of lemonade, so she is the rock in that family. Ann says she knows her father wishes she had died in the accident instead of her mother.
Of course, the magical Song cracks the case. He tells Paul that Ann just pretended Jennifer, Rose and Mary were the dolls to wrap her head around the fact she was living with dead people. “Nursery occupied by something other than dolls,” he explains. In the 1920’s, three girls died from a gas leak in that room. They too had a nasty father, so they are guiding Ann to soften Paul up.
The first scene is yet another example of how the producers did not understand their own program; especially after the bastards shipped it across the pond. It has all the ingredients to grab the audience and make a great first impression. We are in an advertising agency. What better place for some dazzling creativity (well, around Super Bowl time, anyway)? Various admen, adwomen, adLGBTQ, adnauseum are making their pitches for the latest new & improved toothpaste. To be fair, the editor got it, as it was finely chopped between each brief presentation. Sadly, the performers are so lifeless, and the music so insipid that the setting and editing are squandered. It just sits there like the Queen.
On the sidewalk where he just plopped, [4] Jacqueline, Alistair, sacked Adman, and a client are huddled, clearly in cahoots. Turns out there were no cops; that was just a suggestion implanted by the group using the device. Jacqueline says, “You’re right, the silent version is much more powerful” even though v1.0 also made no sound. [5]