
Pre-inflation Dollar Store — everything is 15 cents.
In an unusual pre-credit opening, one unidentified man kills another unidentified man. Yeah, that was important enough to shake up the structure.
After the commercial, we open in a diner where Jeff is slow-dancing with his waitress girlfriend. She pulls away and says, “All week I’ve been waiting for you to come through the door and say ‘Kitty, I’ve got some money. We can get married now and buy the gas station’.” Then she wastes money on a pinball machine . . . while talking to her boyfriend . . . which she TILTs. He says they just need $1,000 by Thursday to buy the station.
A man in a black suit walks in and sits at the counter — presumably one of the men from the first scene, probably the one who was not killed. Kitty puts on her apron and goes behind the counter. Although, after after slow-dancing with boyfriend, and playing that grimy pinball machine, I would not want her handling my food. She snaps at Jeff that maybe she will get a $1,000 tip tonight. She realizes what a shrew she is being and runs out.
“Very lovely girl,” the man in black lies. Jeff tells the man the reason he looks beaten down is because he is trying to raise $1,000 . . . but he has money for cigarettes. The man — Dr. Platan — plops $1,000 on the table in front of Jeff. All he wants is a pint of Jeff’s yummy A-negative blood. Jeff says he might only be a truck driver, but he knows lots of people have A-negative blood [1] and “you can pick it up at any blood-bank” although I’m not sure blood-banks do a brisk over-the-counter business.
Jeff agrees to the deal, happy that he and Kitty can be married that night. As they get up to leave, Dr. Platan says he must leave through the rear entrance because he is being followed. Jeff says, “Back-door, front-door, it’s all the same to me” which might cause Kitty to reconsider.
Jeff goes with Platan back to his lab which looks a lot like my grandmother’s living room. Platan directs Jeff to a bed and hooks him up to the machine that draws the blood. He had warned Jeff that there would be a slight tingle, but it turns out to be very painful. He passes out. Platan is not as unethical as he might seem as he does not bogart the cash he gave Jeff. He anxiously takes the bottle of blood and transfers a dose to a big-ass syringe, calling it “a new lease on life.”
After the commercial, Jeff regains consciousness on the bed — oddly, face-down. He threatens to break Platan’s neck, then notices that the doctor looks much younger. Platan says, “I’ve taken the essence of your youth for myself. There is a banging at the front door.
An old man busts in and says he’s been tracking Platan for a long time. He draws a pistol which might have been more effective if it had actually been visible in the frame. The old man sees Jeff is undergoing the same process Platan performed on him. He says even though he looks 60, he is only 29. In days, the 35 year old Jeff will look like a 60 year old man with a 30 year old wife; which is about right in Hollywood.
The old man wants Platan to perform the same procedure again so he can Rogaine regain his youth and vitality. Platan says he should grab the waitress from the local diner, she has the right blood type. After threatening to kill Platan for what he did, the old man is surprisingly cool with this plan. He ties Platan up and leaves the recuperating Jeff to go get Kitty.
The man brings Kitty back to Platan. He discovers that Kitty is able to give Jeff a new transfusion without suffering the usual side-effects — she will not rapidly age. So Jeff and Kitty are back to normal. Platan admits he can’t help the old man because he is the wrong blood type. I don’t get this, because, his type was obviously compatible during the first transfusion. But I’m no doctor.
There is a tussle over the gun. Jeff gives a pretty good speech asking what is the point of Platan living 160 years — he has done nothing with his life. He has never known love, he is a leech. In a radical plot twist, never before seen in Hollywood, Jeff decides to let the police handle it.
This was a pretty good episode, of course, grading on a massive curve — this is the “Don’t Buy” of TV reviews. The acting was better than usual. Jeff’s final speech was well-done. There was even a final scene of the happy couple dancing which was a) sweet, and 2) not pure exposition. It actually infused a little heart into the episode.
Other Stuff:
- [1] It is about 6% which would have been about 9,000,000 people then. Still, the odds that he and Kitty were both A- would have been just .36%. TILT.
- Robert Alda (Jeff) was Alan Alda’s father.
- Mary Alice Moore (Kitty) went on to turn the world on with her smile, to take a nothing day and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile. Wait, that was Mary Tyler Moore. Mary Alice Moore appeared in the Tales of Tomorrow production of Frankenstein.
- Looking at the old videos, I see the “Who can turn the world on with her smile” line came in a later season. Originally, the first line was a very downbeat, “How will you make it on your own?“
Behind an ultra-secure chain link fence of the same kind that kept us so safe from Captain Trips years ago,[1] the military is performing super-secret Super-Soldier experiments. There is a tower of sparking electronic equipment in a building that looks like the
The next day, McCoy is again secured in the pod. During the transfer process, his 
Anyhoo, there is a fight between the two prototypes. You can probably guess what happens at this point. McCoy needs a body, and Butler’s soulless husk of a body is already sitting in the pod. What seemed to me to be a couple of yuge errors in this sequence turned out to be an unexpectedly clever way of manipulating the characters to this conclusion. It is not explicitly shown that McCoy’s consciousnesses is transferred into Butler’s body. In fact, it kind of looks like they blew it. So rather than the final scene being trite and obvious, it does preserve some element of suspense.
Attorney Steve, of the law firm Steve, Attorney at Law is cruising through the city in his new Porsche which I’m sure he pronounces with 2 syllables. OK, maybe that’s the correct pronunciation, but it still sounds pretentious. [1] A regular client has landed in jail, but Steve is more interested in getting away for the weekend.
The dead man was a friend of James. Some good ol’ boys from the bar bury Steve so just his head and shoulders are above ground. Then they force Brett to drive over his buddy. There is nothing graphic, but there doesn’t need to be. The situation and the cartoony Tales From the Cryptian revenge make for a memorable conclusion.
Oh joy, another episode set in England.
Outside the club, Laffler finds the waiter fighting with another man. The man falls and cracks his noggin. Laffler wants to call the police, but the waiter says Spirro will take care of it. When Laffler learns the titular Specialty of the House is not being served that night, he demands to see Spirro. She consoles him by taking him into the kitchen. The other members are astounded as this has never happened before.
“Spectroscopic readings indicate that the atmosphere is in perfect chemical equilibrium.” OK, what but do these figures mean? They can’t be percentages because they don’t add up to 100%. Whatever they are, Carbon Dioxide seems to be winning in a rout. Sensors show no life, not even “simple amino acids in the oceans.”

Knowles goes back to the building and shouts to the souls, “You cowards! Show yourselves!” They reappear, and the leader explains. They can’t travel in space in this form. But if they can possess the crew as he did with Knowles, they might be able to make the journey. He admits he doesn’t know what would happen to the crew’s bodies as a result of this prolonged possession. Oh the irony, of using them up like they did to the Earth and casting them aside.