At the rough end of town, a factory worker is suddenly paralysed and has to be dragged away from his lathe. When he recovers, he has a strong premonition that he will die before the day is out, and goes to the bank to set-up a trust fund for his only daughter, apparently quite (ludicrously) unaware how much it would cost. Watching so many banknotes and valuables being wheeled around the floor, he decides he must steal the necessary funds, and returns home for his revolver.
At the smart end of town, a banker is woken by his wife, who has had a nightmare that he will die if he goes into work that day. To please her, he promises to stay home, but a call from the bank alerts him that the auditor is calling in earlier than expected, and he rushes over to hide the evidence that he has had his hand in the till.
We can't reveal more, but our host, the suave John Newland, hands out his usual guff about fate linking our destinies, perhaps hoping that the title 'Forked Lightning', accompanied by suitable thunderflashes across the night sky, will distract our attention from the faulty logic. For there is no mystery here. We are watching nothing more than a story of two people's paths crossing by chance, and on another level a morality tale reminding us that you can't get something for nothing.