Host John Newland shows us a house in Boston. He says the door is kept locked at all times. The curtains on the window are always drawn. If they show a Pizza Guy driving up, I’ll get chills.
Anna Parish and her mother are planning for Anna’s beau Danny to visit the house — the first time anyone has been inside since they moved to Boston. As they work on the Boston Baked Beans and Boston Cream Pie, they are surprised to hear someone shriek outside. Mrs. Parish assures her daughter that no one can see in the windows.
Outside, Mr. Parish catches Danny still looking toward the window. “What is it?” Danny cries. He is shocked and tells Mr. & Mrs. Parish he had heard stories, but now “I saw for myself! A red velvet chair!” Well, that is an affront to good taste, but hardly worth screaming like a girl. He continues, “That’s what was so horrible! A red velvet chair with a high back!” OK, lazy-boy, we get it. Oh wait, he goes on to describe the occupant of the chair which he says would have seemed more at home in the sea than in a house.
Over Anna’s objections, Mrs. Parish tells him that is her son, i.e. Anna’s brother. Mrs. Parish assures him the problem is not hereditary or contagious but that they all got two shots and multiple boosters because Twitter experts unanimously told them too. Danny contemplates missing out on Anna’s Pie and a hoped-for Southie, then flees like he just met Marilyn Munster’s family.
Anna screams that she hates her brother. Mrs. Parish gives her two really good slaps. [2] Anna runs out of the room. Her father tells his wife that either they put Jason “some place” or he will leave her. So that’s the end of Mr. Parish.
Mrs. Parish brings in a defrocked doctor who has had success using a “mind force.”
Dr. Brown hypnotizes Anna as an example. He does the usual tricks. He has her raise her hand, act as if she had been burned, ignore the pain of a pin-prick, and check her 401(k) without digging her MAGA hat out of the closet. He suggests to her that she will forget the pain of Danny running away and, hey, are those beans for anybody?
After reviving Anna, Doc Brown gets the key to Jason’s room. The scene is from Jason’s POV. He explains to Jason how he lost his medical license because he doubted the efficacy of masks, but might make an exception in this case. He also warns that this might take a while. We see the doctor take his scaley hands.
Three months later, on Christmas Eve, Mr. Parish comes back home. He has brought someone with him who will take Jason to a hospital. Ma Parish is distraught; she will hear nothing of Jason being taken from his home. She even gets a pistol out of the desk.
As she is about to ventilate Mr. Parish, Anna enters the room, all smiles. With her is Jason, now a handsome, unblemished young man. Doc Brown’s crazy hypno-therapy got him out of that room! Although the two of them living in there eating beans everyday for 3 months was probably also a factor.
John Newland tells us Doc Brown did not live to see hypnosis become accepted in the medical community. No shit — I probably won’t either.
Well, I guess OSB realized what I’ve said from the start. Sticking to their slim slice of the genre pie was not sustainable. There was just too much “sameness” to the ghost stories regardless of what time period and majority-white country they took place in.[1] I appreciate their attempt to branch out, but this was a titular Step in the wrong direction.
Hypnosis might have its place in certain stories, or in helping people quit smoking, but this does not seem a likely application. Just using the mind caused genetic deformities to disappear, caused scales to fall from his body, and left no scarring. That’s a leap, even on the Christmas episode of a show about the supernatural. [3]
Other Stuff:
- [1] I’ve lost count (and interest) how many OSB episodes are set outside the USA, but they did seem to shoot for about 50%. As I’ve mentioned before, they never got to Africa or Asia. Well, they did have an episode in India, but I guess you can’t say “the Orient” any more.
- [2] Note to self: Learn to make GIFs. Also: running low on peanut butter.
- [3] Rules broken: 1) I’ve skipped other episodes about kids with “issues”, but Jason seemed to be older; even though I guess he had been a guppy at one time. 2) I usually skip Christmas episodes because they are so predictable and mawkish. OSB tricked me by making the episode last 3 months. And it felt that way, too.
Agatha asks Sally [5] (pop quiz, hotshot: which is which?) how work is going. Sally says the hours are long, but it keeps her in New York. She also mentions seeing a lot of George who lives in her building.
She writes a note for the milkman that I-am-trapped-by-a-killer-please-for-the-love-of-God-let-me-out!, and also no more cheese because it makes the cat fart. She slides it halfway under the door, but seconds later notices the paper has already been taken. Through the peephole, she sees Andy leaving Agatha’s apartment. Well wait, was he doing wind-sprints from Agatha’s door, to Sally’s door to grab the note, back to Agatha’s door, then fleeing Agatha’s door again? She tries to get the attention of the Peeping Tom across the alley, but his wife busts him before she can get her blouse off.
Harry Pope is a little haggard himself as he has been on the wagon for three weeks. He is also feeling pressure from his boss. Harry works in India training citizens there to speak English. His boss in London orders him to hand over the training classes to Bengali teachers because of reports that some Indian immigrant’s kid in Podunk, KY came in 2nd in the Spelling Bee.
Hours later, for some reason, his British pal Timber brings a blonde dame back to Harry’s house. In a low voice, Harry calls him into the bedroom. He tells Timber and the girl that there is a krait on his stomach, under the sheet. He implores his friend to call for help, and maybe another girl. Timber calls Doctor Kunzru — hey there’s an actual Indian in India — that the woman knows.
Harry goes to the kitchen, rather than Europe, which would have been my move. He takes a bottle of Stoly out of the well-stocked liquor cabinet which all recovering alkies keep close by. He reaches for a glass and the snake strikes, biting him and coiling around his arm. He dies on the spot — the spot made by his own pool of urine, I imagine.