Superlawyer Geraldine Ferrett — kudos on that last name — is hauled into the Stuecksville Courthouse for driving an unlicensed vehicle. She calls her office to let them know where she is. When she pronounces Stuecksville the way any sane human being would, a local corrects her that it is pronounced Sticksville. No, it is clearly not. If ever a situation cried out for an umlaut . . .
As Geraldine is looking over photos of public executions that should be de rigueur in every courthouse, Austin Haggard introduces himself. The town has appointed him to take Geraldine’s case. She just wants to pay the fine, but Austin advises against that because “this is a very strict town.”
. . . I could tediously recap all the working parts and short scenes — you know, as usual. But time might be better spent just stating up front that this episode was a lot of fun. There were a lot of fun ideas, the roles were well cast and performed, and it had a nice comic-book look to it. Really, one of the best.
That said, there were several choices that confused me.
For unknown reasons, Austin Haggard is wearing Buddy Holly glasses, a big mop of hair, a bow tie, and a too-plaid, too-small, two-button jacket. No one else is so strangely costumed. I can think of two reasons why, one serious and one not funny. 1) the suit is a shorthand visual clue for a switcheroo that comes later, and 2) this somewhat masks the presence of Peter MacNicol who has a Jack Blackian talent for ruining nearly any project he appears in.
Geraldine talks to a local who is on trial for Felonious Auto Sales, i.e. rolling back the odometer. Her first clue that this court means business is that he is found guilty and they cut his nose off. Hunh? I expect — nay, demand — a little more irony from TFTC. I dunno, just spitballing here, maybe they could have rolled his eyes back in their sockets. Ya get some “rolling back” irony, and a neat white-eyes visual. I mean, that vagina they left in the center of his face was swell, it just lacked that extra level.
There are three courtrooms, A, B, and C. A different judge presides in each. All three are played by the same actor. Again, I don’t see the point of this choice. Tim Curry pulled off a triple-play in an earlier TFTC episode, but he’s Tim freakin’ Curry!
Geraldine is charged with driving an unlicensed vehicle because they say her license plate has an invalid number of characters. Since the state has a monopoly on distributing licensess, wouldn’t this be impossible? Nitpicky, but it just seems like an odd choice to build the episode around. It did, at least, give them a chance to show off her SUE EM license plate.
For her heinous crime, she is immediately put in the pillory. She can hear screams of agony from the other cells, but at least she has a private room. Wait, a couple of figures emerge from the corners. A man with hole in his chest says she killed him by suing his pacemaker company into bankruptcy. For some reason, the hole seems to have teeth like Norris’s chest in The Thing. Why?
A filthy, bloody woman complains about not being able to afford a doctor because lawyers cause them to pay so much for malpractice insurance. OK, but what does that have to do with her being slimy?
There is another man beside her with his arm twisted behind his neck — likewise no explanation.
Austin shows up and the figures disappear. He says her appeal was granted. I’m not sure what means as the judge still summarily pronounces her guilty. However, her community service punishment is to become the new public defender . . . in hell! This is where the wacky costume pays off — Geraldine is now dressed in Austin Haggard’s zany outfit, except with a mini-skirt.
So we have an episode with several lazy minor choices which still turns out to be one of the best. Even the casting works in spite of expectations. Peter MacNicol, usually insufferable, is a hoot as Austin. Catherine O’Hara is not usually cast as a sexy babe, and wasn’t believable as a lawyer so evil that she went to hell. And yet, she too was great.
Despite my bellyaching, there were some clever moments in the writing. I especially appreciated how they finally nabbed Geraldine for soliciting a handicapped client. Only later do you understand his responses about how he was injured.
This is what TFTC should be more often.
Oh Outer Limits, you sly fox. You want to dump a clip show on us, so you schedule it right after an episode with the odious
He exposes his chest, which is more than Celia has done for us. Four panels slide away to reveal his damaged “flesh” and mechanical innards. The headset shows her schematics to make the repair, but she says she is just a secretary; although if she used that crazy-ass DOS WordPerfect back then, she had to be sporting a 150 IQ. Celia accidentally crosses some wires which causes Mac 27 to have a flashback. Unlike previous clip shows, there is no effort made to fit the clip organically into the narrative. They literally could have pulled any 2 minutes out of the series.
Despite an excellent performance from Nana Visitor as Celia [3], your time would be better spent watching the episodes the clips were taken from. 
the last stages of tuberculosis.” I mean the very last — she will die in a few hours. Kyra Zelas agrees to try the experimental drug.
The doctors go to the police station. The clerk from the unemployment office is able to give a description of the robber. “She was skinny, looked sick, had on a blue dress, black stringy hair.” They bring in a line-up of women for him to make an identification. Dr. Scott says she is not in the line-up. Bach, however, recognizes her as the 2nd from the left. Scott says, “That’s impossible. That girl is blonde and beautiful.” However, Bach recognizes . . .
Eventually, some creep with a hose in his hand is peeking in her bedroom widow as she goes to sleep, which gives me deja vu.
We see the doors where Munro Dean has methodically visited every Private Investigator in the city. Rather than maybe optimizing his time by doing it geographically, he apparently tackled this task alphabetically . . . Acme Detective Agency, Confidential Detective Agency, R.W. Harris Private Investigations, Wilson Detective Agency. He fears he has tried every agency when he realizes William Tyre Investigations was not a place that fixes flats. [1]
Tyre later briefs Dean on his progress. Dean, who had earlier said he just wanted to talk to Otto, tries to give Tyre a pistol. He offers Tyre $3,000 “to avenge me.” Tyre declines and Dean keep upping the offer until Tyre says, “Stop before you get to a figure that tempts me!” which sounds like a
Tyre just can’t stay away though. He barges into Dean’s room just as he shoots Otto, and shoves Dean against the wall. In an uncharacteristically clumsy exposition:
Tom Bennett returns to work after having a heart transplant. You know he is a prick because he is a CEO in the 1980s; the double-breasted suit and massive hairdo are timeless indicators. I can’t say enough about that hair. Literally — I just don’t have the vocabulary. What is it? It goes way beyond a mullet.
That night, Tom and one of his minions go out to dinner. He drives around aimlessly until he is suddenly compelled to pull up at a run down diner. He sees that one of the waitresses is the woman he saw at the beach. He impulsively asks her out to dinner, admitting that “this is out of nowhere” but she declines.
The friend makes Mary-Jo at least talk to Tom. He apologizes now that he knows she was in mourning. Seeing how devastated she still is, Tom says, “You must have been pretty close.” Close? Well, he was her fiancee, dumb-ass. It’s not like they were already married.