“At an atomic test base in Nevada, preparations are underway for the detonation of a nuclear device. The purpose of the test is to measure metal resistance in military planes for heat and shock waves generated by a nuclear blast.”
Dr. Raymond Michaels looks at the weather report. A low pressure area is forming to the west, and will be here in 18 hours. It will be a week before atmospheric conditions are stable. Dr. Michaels decides, because of the storm, to move up the nuclear bomb test, which sounds like the kind of thing that could be arbitrarily rushed through with no ill-effects.
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.
Sadly, his plane’s ETA gets later and later until it finally just disappears from the arrival board like a Delta flight. Like Lindsay Lohan, it is no longer even a blip on the radar. As a precaution, the scientists opt to delay the nuclear tests, although why there is an FAA approved flight-path over a nuclear test range baffles me.
There is an extended sequence of stock footage which prompts credits at the end thanking the Civil Air Patrol, the Uncivil Air Patrol, and the Antifa Air Patrol which just harasses travelers at the terminal food court.
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 TWA 800 after all. OK, maybe he bailed out. Or had an escape pod like the President in Escape from New York. [2]
Back at the base, the CAP commander says they can’t find the rest of the plane. He surmises that it has disintegrated on impact and the pieces disappeared like Flight 93 or the plane that hit the Pentagon on 9/11, although his intimate knowledge of those future events is problematic at best.
He continues to believe that Barton is still alive. He calls the base meteorologist. By feeding the computer the last known location, time of bail-out, wind-speed, and Dr. Barton’s weight, they hope to calculate where he landed.
At 13:47, the audio went out on the Dailymotion video I was watching. I will try to follow the story just from the visuals.
They input the data into the computer which is, appropriately, as enormous as a 1956 computer. It gives them a range where Barton might be. Major Sorenson goes out into the desert and finds Barton in a box canyon. Barton thanks God that Sorenson showed up because he was about to cut off his arm to escape. He then complements Sorenson’s firm buttocks, although that is just speculation since the sound is out. I could be thinking of other movies.
He is taken back to the base. Thank God he is in no danger, so the base can perform its A-Bomb test which is visible to Barton in the hospital, tourists in Las Vegas, and soldiers at the base, leading to all their early deaths decades later.
This series is impossible to rate, but I will miss it when it is gone.
Other Stuff:
- [1] I know more about cosines than sports, so apologies if the Astros reference makes no sense. I blame Google.
- [2] Did ya ever think how goofy that was? The President ejects with no Secret Service? Plus, that must have been a rough landing with no parachute. And WTF is a Limey doing as our President, anyway?
- Truman Bradley earned his pay this week as there is a huge amount of narration required over the stock footage.
- DeForest Kelly was paid a princely $150 for his work on the episode.
In the dressing room, Wanda says his agent Harry is taking them to dinner. She asks Ferlini not to bring up the “water trick”, in which he drinks a glass of water and a waiter actually returns to refill it before the check comes. She says it is dangerous at his age, which enrages him. He says, “I seen 10 new wrinkles on your face in the past week, sugar!” He roughly grabs her head and shouts, “Who you calling an old man, hunh?” He berates her for not keeping in shape like him.
We join Ferlini’s funeral as the pall-bearers set down his coffin. The preacher says, “Who is to say that Joseph Ferlini, in his last moment of earthly glory, was not happy in this choice that was made for him by the almighty arbiter of life.” I don’t know . . . drowning seems like a brutal, horrific way to go. I say that based only on Kurt Russell’s death in the
Hey, maybe Harry can recoup the cash by going on tour with Wanda. You know, if she can wriggle out of that strait-jacket like Ferlini did. Even better, if she can take off her bra without removing the strait-jacket, like
Mitchell Campion [3] of the Ohio Campions is visiting Cabri Horma solo since the Thailand flight was booked. He goes into the Hotel du Sud and the desk clerk seems to know him, calling him by name. A waitress also recognizes him, calling him by name, and even remembering his favorite dish which is a puta who also recognizes him, but as señor Smith. He tells all of them he has never visited the island, and one of them his room number.
He was drawn to the island when the doctor told him the best treatment was a long vacation now that his insurance ran out. I’m still stumped how he teleported there, then 1) rented a room, 2) bought meals, and 3) banged this chick — yet his name was not in the register. All three of these tasks require a physical presence and, in my case, cash. So why would signing the register be a problem?
Mr. Lawson says, “I’m not ready to give up yet — I’m a problem solver.” The solution apparently involves tying Glenn spread-eagle on the pool table and breaking a cue across his chest. Lawson had expected Glenn to use his safe-cracking skillz to pay off gambling debts that he owed to Lawson’s gangstas.
With time and money being critical, Glynn naturally hangs out at the pub. Mrs. Lawson finds him there. She dips her shades and he sees that she now has cat eyes, with vertical slit pupils. She wants Glynn to break into her husband’s safe and promises, “You’ll never have to worry about money again.” She says he better agree because her husband is going to kill him in 5 days. Wait, has he just dicked around for the first five days?


