We open in the home of Roger Brown, “an outstanding attorney at law”. He and his wife Anna are enjoying a quiet evening at home watching Mendoza the Mentalist perform “an amazing demonstration of mental telepathy.” Even more astounding, Brown is smoking a pipe while lying on his back. Bravo!

Vertical pipe smoking: #1 cause of burnt corneas. #2: Emily Ratajkowski.
They watch as Mendoza correctly describes the contents of an envelope that contains a picture of the host’s nephew in a graduation gown. The crowd is less impressed when Mendoza correctly predicts that the TV host will be voting for democrat Adlai Stevenson in 11 days.
Anna believes the demonstration, but Roger thinks the scientist observing was duped. He says, “It would be a lot easier to get an innocent man out of the death cell by mental telepathy. You know, just sit here and tell it to the judge.” Yeah, I agree the existence of telepathy would clear the “innocent people” out of death row, but not the way he thinks.
Anna thinks there was something paranormal about the way the Sloan case landed in Roger’s lap at the same time new evidence just happened to be revealed. Roger chalks it up to coincidence: “The young man’s guardian just happened to wander into my office, that’s all. A pure paranoid — wants to sue the city because he tripped on the sidewalk. A pathological liar who let it slip he was with Sloan on the night of the murder.” Wait, so you’re building the defense around the testimony of a known pathological liar who has a pre-existing relationship with the accused?
Brown has a pilot’s license, but apparently from the same Caribbean correspondence flight school as JFK, Jr. Brown goes down like Frasier. He wakes up paralyzed in the wreckage and tries to send out a telepathic SOS. An old man driving by picks up the signal. Hundreds of miles away, Anna involuntarily writes the word CRASH on a piece of paper. How that slip of paper made it into the Best Picture envelope at the 2005 Oscars is not discussed, but explains a lot.
Roger wakes up in a hospital, but is unable to move or speak. A nurse thinks she heard him ask for a glass of water, a doctor enters the room thinking he heard Roger call for him, and KHJ says he was caller #4 for the Carl Perkins tickets. Anna enters the room, so I guess he telepathically sent her the hospital address also.
The rest of the episode is as lifeless as Roger’s paralyzed body. At least one thing is cleared up. The guardian is again referred to as a paranoid psychopathic liar. But he is the accuser, not defending the prisoner. Roger is able to get the man released. But, c’mon man, he was probably guilty of something.
This was really a slog. The story was not very interesting, the lead character was paralyzed, the video was in terrible condition, and Roger looked like Fredo Corleone. That last item might not sound like a big deal, but now I’ll be imagining Fredo banging cocktail waitresses two at a time all weekend. Maybe I would have been better off with one of the recommendations dailymotion put on the same screen.

Yes, a lot of potential there.

Oh, this is a recipe for disaster.
Ernst von Croft was an actor in 1930s movies who appeared as hideous, nightmare-inducing characters on-screen just like Bela Lugosi, Boris Karloff, and Bette Davis.
Von Croft still believes they can make a great picture, even after Ballew tells him the writer is no Edgar Albert Poe. He goes into character, draping his jacket over his shoulders like a cape, wrestling Lenton to the ground, and going for his neck. Just finding a neck on the tubby Lenton was a feat in itself. Ballew gives him the job and von Croft even volunteers to do his own make-up.
So I am just baffled by the motivations and some of the dialog. Jack at 

Captain Peabody assembles the small crew and tells them the culprit made a mistake. The new heading was written on the chalkboard, but the chalk was not returned to its holder. He orders each crewman to empty his pockets. He finds no chalk, but does finally find those
This was a fine episode. The ship was believable and the performances were good. If I have a beef with this episode, it is with the fickle nature of the universe. Great, God relaxed the rules and allowed the man to transport to the other ship and trick the crew into sailing toward the four survivors. You know, he could have just moved the iceberg and saved them all.
After an edit worthy of OJ Simpson, Mr. Pearl’s executor Arthur Baxter goes to see Mary. They meet in a room with more books than a quarantined “journalist” on cable news. Funny how all these idiots just happen to have their laptop facing a bookshelf. Sorry, dummies, that does not make you look smart. [2] And the 80% of you that have a guitar in the background — it does not make you cool. It makes you look like you bought a guitar, didn’t even buy a case, carefully positioned it in the 15% of the room (i.e. 2% of the house) that is visible on the screen, and are stealing cool from Bob Dylan. [1] I have yet to see anyone with a piano in the background of their breaking Orange Man Bad scoop.
To explain the situation, Dr. Landy shows Mary a picture of a dog’s head on a plate. The severed head is still alive, with a functioning brain. He says tubes carry nutrients into the dog’s head and other tubes carry waste to a bucket, or the carpet if he is nervous. The legitimacy of the scientific feat is called into question, however, when a Korean chef briefly appears in the background.
We know of William’s agitation because of the beeps coming from the oscilloscope hooked up up to him. As she callously laughs, blows smoke into his eye lens, and flaunts his rules, the beeps become more rapid than the telegraph on the Titanic.
The only problem is that Dr. Barton is visiting his family in family in Los Angeles. Hey, it’s TV’s DeForest Kelly from TV’s Star Trek! He and his son are looking at complicated formulas on a blackboard. Mrs. Barton tells her son that his father works on physics all week, so he probably doesn’t want to look at it in his off-time. She got this theory from her sister who married a gynecologist. Turns out Barton and his son were working on a formula to see who would win the World Series, where e = steroids and the Astros were stealing the cosines. [1] Barton gets a call from Michaels to come back to Yucca Flats.
The Civil Air Patrol finds an aircraft rudder and amusingly runs it back to the lab. One of the CAP dudes says, “That was Barton’s tail section alright.” OK, but why wouldn’t it be in the same vicinity as Barton? He wasn’t hit by a missile like
He is taken back to the base. Thank God he is in no danger, so the base can perform its