Stanley Ellin's immensely disturbing short story still carries quite a kick, even in this watered-down version. But the insidious black humour of the original is replaced by knockabout burlesque - the setting is now twenty years into the future, and the thought that society is always uncaring about senior citizens is diluted. The episode seems to envisage a kind of polite fascism as being the controlling element in American 80s society - not far from "political correctness", in fact - but in its inner details, the future is just like the 1950s, even to the pop music on the radio. Henry Jones gives a solid performance as the put-upon suburban male; it's a bit of a jolt to find Dick York, normally such a nice young chap, as the smooth-talking killer. But it should have been much sharper.