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Being from the 1940’s, Suspense gets graded on the biggest curve here. But this is just dreadful.
England 1897. Exterior. A Salvation Army woman is soliciting donations.
Another woman stumbles into the scene. Let us savor this moment because it is the sole sign of a pulse in this episode: The woman drunkenly proclaims her name is Hettie . . . Spaghetti! Sure, it might be a joke worthy of a 3 year old, but here it is gold! And by here, I mean this blog, not the episode.
After telling a constable she has “no kith or kin”, she starts to pass out. The cop goes to call “the wagon” to remove this riff-raff from the street. So I guess that bridge in the background was not the Golden Gate. [1] She is approached by a hornblower [2] — wait, maybe that is the Golden Gate Bridge! No, that is Tom, also in the Salvation Army [3], who literally plays a horn.
Boris Karloff sees this out his window. He goes to the door and offers Hettie shelter. He offers her a room to herself, to feed her, buy her some clothes, and give her a pounding a week “to perform the duties of an indoor servant“, and that euphemism, I’m going nowhere near! Oh wait, that was one £ pound a week.
But there are 2 rules: 1) always keep the front door closed, 2) never leave the house alone, except for the morning shopping. He points to another door which leads to his laboratory. No one goes in there except his assistant and his clients. She is never to enter that room.
Karloff tells his assistant Tilson that Hettie will do fine. “She will sit in front of the shop to allay suspicions”, which seems to violate both rules. He says their “special clients” will be able to come and go as they wish. Tilson asks what will happen if she finds out what they really do there. Karloff says he will marry her! No, as my president says, joke.
Months later, she hears Tom playing a horn in front of the shop. She puts her hands on his chest and says, “What a chest you must have! What windpower! And you must have real muscle in your lips.” Oh sure, but I get sent to HR.
Karloff is working on a paralyzed man when Tilson rats out Hettie about opening the door. Or maybe it is a corpse sitting up. Still no clues what’s going on here. I guess that’s the titular suspense. This is going to have some great payoff, I tells ya!
She moans about being cooped up. He asks if there is any detail of their Clintonian marriage agreement he has not lived up to? She has her own room, her own clothes, enough allowance, and he has made “no demands on her person.”
She says she just wants him to talk to her at dinner, or say he likes her dress, or even just smile. He reminds her of the 2 rules and wants to get back to work.
The next time she sees Tom, he gives her the titular yellow scarf that he got from the donations bin. He says on their next hookup maybe they can go shoplifting at Goodwill. She says she can’t come out, but Tom says he can come in. Maybe he’s in the Salvation JAG. Boris sees them smooching.
A month later, at dinner, Hettie spills soup on the scarf. Boris asks where she got it. Tilson again rats her out about Tom. She claims Tom gave her the scarf for taking a temperance pledge, although that might have been a clever ruse to steer her away from the chastity pledge. Boris demands it, saying his wife will not accept presents from other men.
Hettie goes nuts and in a rant, finally says she is inviting Tom to dinner. Boris takes the scarf into his lab and stuffs it in a beaker where he says it will be slowly destroyed. He does, however, decide to allow Tom to come to dinner but they can go to hell if they expect him to serve amuse-bouche.
Karloff is not around when Tom arrives for dinner. He and Hettie enter the lab to look for the scarf. They see it in the beaker, but when they remove it, it is covered in a powder. They flee back to the lobby just in time to meet Karloff and Tilson. There is a bit of business where Karloff has Tom help him open a can of salmon with a hunting knife. Though the series does not hold up, I appreciate that they usually take the time to inject some manufactured suspense. Seriously, kudos. Sure enough, Tom gets cut “by accident.”
Hettie acts quickly, pulling out the scarf to wrap his wound. To be fair, Karloff seems to be concerned for Tom when he tells her not to use the scarf. Rightly so, because Tom croaks within seconds. Hettie is so distraught at his death that — and this is pretty good for this show — she grabs the knife which has been foreshadowed, stabs Karloff in the hand, and in his pain she is able to wrap his hand with the killer scarf.
She stumbles outside and tells the same constable she’ll be needing that wagon after all. It might have felt like months to us, but it has been months for him — does he even now know WTF she is??
By all modern (or even 10 years later) technical standards, it is a disaster. However, I admire some of what they attempted. The two big failures were 1) as always, the oppressive, omnipresent organ score, and 2) the complete lack of backstory or even sidestory for Karloff.
Please consider this episode NSFW! Not because it is lewd, but because your boss should smack you for watching TV at work. Is this what you were doing while working remotely? POW! Oh sure, but I get sent to HR.
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The episode opens oddly with several people leaving work. Mavis leaves Burge Chemist, Dr. Applegate leaves his practice, an unnamed woman leaves the Slimming Clinic, and Frances leaves Boyles & Sanders Solicitors.
Dr. Applegate goes to Burge Chemist. John Burge has been skimming pills off other prescriptions to sell to Applegate. This extra cash helps Burge finance his adulterous affair. To be fair, he complains that his wife Mary has ballooned up to “11 Stone, 12 Pounds” (163 pounds). So I guess that woman leaving the Slimming Clinic was not an employee.
Uh-oh, this just in from the CDC:
So this 1980 behemoth is still smaller than the average US woman today? Yikes! But who believes anything the CDC says anymore?
Burge meets up with his wife’s attractive best friend Frances. She refers to Mary as a pig and Burge rebukes her. He says, “Women are awful — men have some kind of loyalty” . . . before they start smooching in an alley. Then Burge admits he does think of his wife as “a fat, fat, fat pig.” They laugh when he describes her being weighed by hanging her from a crane like a sow.
While Mary is watching TV and eating bonbons at home, Frances suggests that Burge get a divorce. They agree that Frances will later see if Mary had ever thought about it. Mary says that her husband would not divorce her because she would take him for every
penny pence.
The next night when Burge comes home, Mary is shaving her legs, propped up on the kitchen table, with his electric razor. So weight isn’t the only problem.
This really is the simplest of stories. It is loaded with details and characters that are unnecessary, yet everything works. I could take a few paragraphs to go through the mechanics, or write one spoilerific sentence and be done for the month. Hmmm, I know which I would choose.
Burge gives his wife a box of chocolates that he has poisoned, and she regifts them to Frances to eat on her plane trip to America.
I might sound dismissive, but this really is a great episode and a classic ending. Yes, Burge has killed Frances but she might not even be dead yet; and there’s not a damn thing he can do about it because she is over the Atlantic.
Not only that, but Mary gave Frances the chocolates because she was committed to slimming down to save her marriage. So he accidentally killed Frances and won’t even have the newly svelte Mary because the poison will be easily traceable to him.
But he will know nothing for sure until the plane lands in 6 hours . . . 5 with a tailwind.
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After all the recent stories of Roald Dahl’s work being rewritten by censorious fascist do-gooders, here Dahl is cancelled completely. In this case, he was replaced by an apparently woke writer who is best known for his novel about a transvestite.
OK, OK, the writer is the great Robert Bloch, and this was 43 years ago. I had assumed that this series was based 100% on Dahl’s work as, up until now, it had been. Maybe this is a good thing. God knows Ray Bradbury Theatre could have used a little fresh DNA in the gene pool.
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