Singer Crystal Coe finishes her set. She says the drums sounded like a jungle uprising, which is problematic enough to permanently finish her set today, She also says the musicians sounded like they merged with the Stihlworkers [1] union, but what do chainsaws have to do with anything?
She sends her assistant home. Her not-quite-ex Tony enters without knocking. He reminds her he took a rap for her in Cleveland so their baby would not be born in jail like Bane; or in Cleveland. For seven years, he never heard from her. Suspiciously, not even a birth announcement. Or a demand for half of the $.15/hour wage from his job in the prison workshop.
While in prison, he saw her picture in a magazine. Sadly, since it was in a Reader’s Digest [4], it was not large enough to cover a hole like the one his cellblock neighbor Andy Dufresne would finally escape through in 4 years. The article told how she had become a famous singer, been through a couple of husbands, ended up with a rich old oilman, and included her recipe for Apple Brown Betty [2] which has a different meaning in the can. As does “in the can”.
Crystal generously asks how much he wants to forget they were married and never divorced even though she did it for free. What a gal! She has tried to destroy any paperwork that would connect them. Tony reminds her that he never ratted her out to the man she robbed, or the man she married, or “the man”.
They get in her car and she drives to her beach house although, strangely, I’m not sure whose idea it is. Crystal pulls over to get gas, and Tony tries to bail out. Crystal stops him because she says she doesn’t want to have a man seen exiting her car. I have to halt the proceedings and thank bare*bone e-zine for clearing up the motivations for me, because I was completely baffled how they got there and what either’s plan was.
When Crystal gets the gas card from the glove compartment, Tony sees she has kept his old gun . . . in the glove compartment . . . for 7 years apparently. She eggs him on to take it, but he says he doesn’t want it. Hunh?
When she signs the credit card slip she writes a short SOS note to the gas jockey. She then cleverly indicates which road they will be taking. As they drive on, 1) she again accuses Tony of trying to shake her down, 2) he again denies having any interest in her or her money, 3) I get confused again.
Tony says any man who marries her deserves all the grief he gets. He asks her to drop him off at the bus stop, but she refuses. The cops appear behind them with sirens a-blarin’. Crystal slams on the brakes and, in the confusion, grabs the gun. 1) She again accuses Tony of wanting her money, 2) he again denies it, 3) I again have to go off-campus to research their motivations. As the cops approach, she shoots Tony.
At the police station, she says she did not know him. She says he was waiting in the car after her show, although, I don’t see how that makes her story any more credible.
Back at South Fork, her oilman husband tells her she can stop working because he has r^ped the environment enough for the both of them. The detective returns her car. Turns out Tony invented a novelty in the prison workshop — the Popeil Pocket Anus [3] — and sold it for millions, although mostly in cigarettes. The Detective says they will really have to dig into his past to find his beneficiaries.
Meh. I didn’t like the leads, the motivations were not dumbed down enough, and it still seems a simple matter for Crystal to get away with it. The cops might not find her connection to Tony. It’s not like there was a laptop full of incriminating emails and pictures already in the hands of the authorities that would certainly be used as evidence immediately if there was one honest law enforcement officer in the whole food chain.
Even if they found out about her first marriage, her story is pretty solid. She could claim she lied to protect her husband — the rich current one. Sure, she’s a bigamist, but that is even more reason for her to have lied. The zinger about the cash doesn’t work by itself because she is already rich.
So, a rare off-week for AHP. To be fair, maybe my assessment was tainted by the 2 stretched out characters. Or the aspect ratio problem. [6]
Other Stuff:
- [1] In retrospect, maybe it was steelworkers, but that still makes no sense to me.
- [2] No idea why that popped in my head, but I did learn that it was named after the skin color of the woman who invented it in 1864. OK, now that’s problematic!
- [3] My apologies to the fine people at Popeil for this fictional abomination offered in the first amendment spirit of parody. We still have that, right?
- [3] Would also have accepted “Super Shiv-o-Matic” or “Popeil Pocket Shank.”
- [4] I thought surely Reader’s Digest was as dead as Time [5] and Newsweek, but it is hanging in there.
- [5] I thought surely Time was as dead as Newsweek.
- It is a few years old, but this list of magazines by circulation has some surprises,
- AHP Deathwatch: No survivors. Andy Romana (gas jockey) made it until last year. He had the great line as the Admiral in Under Siege, “If I goddam can’t control you, I might as well support you!” If only Deputy Chief of Police Dwayne T. Robinson had been so pragmatic.
- Title Analysis: OK, Crystal commits a crime, lies about being pregnant, lets Tony spend 7 years in jail, never writes or makes a conjugal visit, when she gets a letter that he is coming, she creates a plan to get rid of him . . . and he can’t be trusted?
- [6] Pictures are from dailymotion since I lost Peacock+ this week. Dailymotion always seems a little shifty, but I have the DVDs somewhere, so my conscience is clear.
However they have also inserted a second new sponsored-by intro. We are shown, in glorious B&W (that is not sarcasm), molten aluminum being poured into a vat which, hopefully, is not made of aluminum. It really is a beautiful shot, but I have to wonder: Who is this marketing directed toward?
Fielding goes to see Harris in the brig. Turns out Harris is tormented by the memory of his 19 year old brother who was killed. He wasn’t even supposed to be in the war. He was a medical missionary [1] who only wanted to, “take penicillin and the word of the Lord to the Hottentots.” After Pearl Harbor, Harris talked his brother into joining the army, and also suggested he take up smoking.
Like Alfred Hitchcock Presents, One Step Beyond sometimes, and it is a rarity, coasts along on its sheer professionalism. As usual, the episode is well-cast and well-directed. The SFX, whether original or stock, solidly support the story. But there are a couple of problems, large and small.
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.
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.
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.
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.”
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
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.
They next visit Blake’s chess partner Mr. Adams. He says that Blake often discussed flying saucers. Cynthia interrupts to say that her father might have been curious, but certainly did not believe in flying saucers. Adam mansplains that Blake did take the flying saucers seriously, and was also interested in lightning.
Cynthia finally allows the table to be taken. Sheldon examines it with “infra-red and x-ray film” even though the symbols are visible and a couple are just Lucky Charms.