Pregnant young blonde wife in the perfect suburban house - something highly aspirational in 50's America. But there always has to be trouble in paradise. She keeps hearing the sound of a small plane in difficulties at the same time every night, while her husband John (an eerie Al Jolson lookalike) hears nothing. Each time, it gets worse, till the plane actually appears to come through the ceiling, and she's able to memorise the registration number on the wing.
John decides it's time to investigate, and discovers that a plane with that exact registration is based at a nearby airfield, and calls round, to find that it's out of service with a broken crankshaft. But although desperately short of money, they check-in at a motel, just to be on the safe side...
We can't reveal more, though if you've ever read the old Arab fable 'Appointment in Samarra', featured in a Somerset Maugham play, it'll give you a clue.
Your host John Newland, too nice to criticize for his regulation two minutes of harmless psycho-babble, this time about pregnancy and the sixth sense, actually says something worthwhile for once: "Who on earth are we to try to understand fate?" Newland reminds us that these episodes are all based on "human record" (a weasel-phrase to avoid claiming real-life drama). I would have been prepared to put this one down to fate - until I caught a mention of where the couple were living. Southern California. Uh, oh...
John decides it's time to investigate, and discovers that a plane with that exact registration is based at a nearby airfield, and calls round, to find that it's out of service with a broken crankshaft. But although desperately short of money, they check-in at a motel, just to be on the safe side...
We can't reveal more, though if you've ever read the old Arab fable 'Appointment in Samarra', featured in a Somerset Maugham play, it'll give you a clue.
Your host John Newland, too nice to criticize for his regulation two minutes of harmless psycho-babble, this time about pregnancy and the sixth sense, actually says something worthwhile for once: "Who on earth are we to try to understand fate?" Newland reminds us that these episodes are all based on "human record" (a weasel-phrase to avoid claiming real-life drama). I would have been prepared to put this one down to fate - until I caught a mention of where the couple were living. Southern California. Uh, oh...