We are told Joe Ferguson drives his wife crazy by spending most of his time downstairs; no, in his basement lab. Ellie Ferguson arrives home in a great mood because she just learned she is pregnant. She tries to tell Joe, but he is oblivious, staring into his microscope and talking about his great discovery. She tells him he is so wrapped up in his work that he doesn’t know she is alive. This being 1955 TV, I assume her husband knew her a couple of months ago — as opposed to, say, the milkman, TV repairman, or some other extinct species. I guess today, they would be the delivery guy from Whole Foods or someone from Geek Squad; but are they really threats?
To be fair, when he realizes what she is yammering on about, he is elated. Ellie brings him down when she mentions this will be a big responsibility, require money, and reminds him they are in debt. Every time Ellie balances the budget, Joe finds another geologic specimen or scientific instrument to buy. He decides to sell his microscope for $500. If I can think of a Gift of the Magi reference by the end of the episode, I’ll be happy. [1]
While in the store, another item catches his eye — a piece of fossilized amber with a spider caught in it. It has a $1,500 price tag, so Joe talks the clerk into letting him borrow it. He says, “It has the potential to open up a whole new world for us.” Yeah, Jurassic World.
His buddy Frank identifies the creature as a wolf spider, maybe 100 million years old. He says the amber is Joe’s area of expertise. Although, as a geologist, I’m not sure how tree sweat falls in his bailiwick. Maybe in the Petrified Forest.
Joe says his interest in the item is because his company is working on a new synthetic oil substitute. Joe explains that in 1955, “The dwindling oil supply has become one of the greatest problems of our age.” And Al Gore wonders why there are skeptics of anthropogenic global warming. Joe believes the specimen can provide answers about how oil is created.
Ellie overhears this. Then Joe inexplicably tells her he paid $1,500 for the specimen which is not even true. He borrowed the item and left a $450 deposit — this guy makes his own trouble. She says, “I’m not interested in Mother Nature — I’m interested in Mother Ferguson!” Good one Ellie! Sadly, this nice zinger is followed by some really hokey dialogue and Ellie runs from the room accompanied by the God-awful, overbearing SFT score.
That night, the store-owner who sold him the rock drops by the house. He has a buyer for the amber and wants to get it back from Joe. He returns the money Joe put down, and Ellie gives him the specimen from the lab. When Joe gets home that night, he finds Ellie having tea with the store-owner and some other creditors. They’ve decided they will all be partners in Joe’s research venture which they have named Spider, Inc.
They all go down to the lab at his job to see his latest experiment. The company president, who had earlier dismissed his ideas, walks in. Joe tells him he believes a bubble in the amber could provide a sample of the earth’s atmosphere 50 million years ago. Looking at the results, Joe believes he can use electricity as a catalyst to make oil much more quickly. It works — he invented synthetic oil! I expect a lot of lawsuits between Spider, Inc. and the oil company whose lab Joe used for the experiment.
What I was really left with from this episode was how Joe is getting screwed. His employer would not buy him the proper equipment, and the President had written him off as a loon. But as soon as there are billions of petro-dollars to be made, el Presidente pops in to collect his Soprano-esque piece of the action.
Similarly, Joe’s wife has traded debts on the refrigerator and sofa for partnerships in a company that will be worth billions.
And finally, Joe had Jurrassic Park in his hand and didn’t go for it. Or rather, the writer didn’t go for it. I’m sure insta-oil seemed amazing in 1955. But DNA had been discovered, and tadpoles had been cloned 2 years earlier. The lack of vision in this series is Amazing, Astounding, and Weird.
Another artless piece of dreck from SFT. I rate it 2 legs.
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The Elder is giving a speech to the prisoners about the era twelve generations ago, before the New Masters arrived, when humans held dominion over the earth. Special scorn is heaped on the treasonous humans who help the 
Later, 98843 is complaining to a guard about the lack of replacement parts for the factory. She is joined by a young mute girl [1] who has been bringing water to the prisoners as they work. She is also teaching the girl about electronics. This is good, because the way 98843 mouths off to the overseers, there won’t be a 98844.
Prisoner 91777 (Bill Cobb) is elected as the new Elder. The Commandant orders them both to his office to receive supplementary rations for the prisoners. 91777 wants to know how 98843 got him to agree to this, but she dodges the question. The Commandant tells them they will receive sharrak, an alien food from the New Masters; also some cigars from the 
The Commandant’s new eye goes bad, revealing that he is a robot. He orders 98843 to repair him or he will feed the young girl to the sharrak. She does, and becomes his personal mechanic, living separate from the other prisoners. Despite her securing more food for them, they shun her as a traitor.
A good episode despite maybe being padded out a little. As usual on The Outer Limits, the performances and production design are great assets. Harley Jane Kozak and David Hemblen as the Commandant were both great in their roles.
Writer Jeffrey Hunt’s car is pulled out of the water. A detective standing by is immediately suspicious of his wife Debby and his agent Tony Lynch. They also retrieved a notebook with three false-start letters: Goodbye Debby, Goodbye Tony, then Goodbye Debby & Tony. This was pretty prescient as the next scene is one of those godawful amber-bathed Cinemax style sex scenes with the wailing sax, but with an NQ of 0%.[1] This is not HBO, this is TV.
At a reading of Jeffrey’s books by Vivian and Tony, Debby waves Tony outside. The director very nearly sneaks some humor into the episode before catching himself. She tells Tony all about Jeffrey. His bright idea is to kill Jeffrey for real.
Back at casa de Hunt, it becomes clear that Tony & Jeffrey were in cahoots. They have a glass of wine to celebrate, but Tony’s is poisoned. The police show up again. These are both the most diligent and most incompetent cops in the world. The cops break in and find a note on the typewriter: POISONED BY GUILT. A GREAT WRITER IS DEAD. GOD FORGIVE US, DEBRA, FOR THE MURDER OF JEFFREY HUNT.
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An AHP Christmas episode. Unlike 
She explains today is her new birthday. While cleaning the closet, she found hidden bank books showing a balance of $33,000 [1]. He explains that is for their old age. She calls him a cheap, miserly, penny-pinching, money-grabbing . . .” She can’t say asshole on TV, so she asks for a divorce. Alexander is stunned. He thinks, “That would be a terrible thing. I didn’t want to part with Jennifer . . . not in this community-property state.” So he decides to kill her — Ho ho ho, AHP rules!
That night, Jennifer’s eyes roll back in her head and she keels over dead. Well, not quite. Arthur calls the doctor who finds she is in very bad shape, but still alive. The doctors says if she makes it through the night, she has a small chance to recover. Not one to take risks, Alexander smothers her with a HOME SWEET HOME pillow.
This was such a good episode that the last minute fumble is not a deal-breaker. The performances are uniformly great. Dennis Day as Alexander was believably prim and parsimonious. Alice Backes was almost too good as Jennifer. She had a sly delivery, an interest-ing angular beauty and a smile that cut through the jokes. She could have been the standard AHP cookie-cutter shrewish wife, but turned the part into a real person. The thugs were appropriately menacing and even kind of textured characters. Their mugs sold the menace, but their deeds and manners showed more depth. The chemist was a dead-ringer for