Four hundred pounds of curio shop junk, a fortune telling camera, and three shysters who could just barely tell time with a broken watch twice a day. Rod Serling must have been on a severe time constraint when he came up with this one, because even though the plot has the germ of a good idea, the execution is utterly dismal. Then again, maybe it was supposed to come across as absurd. I mean really, are we supposed to believe that four people could all fall out of the same high rise window over a dumb camera? I like my twist endings and I like my irony, but this was screwball that just didn't quite work for me. Maybe if the story had gone on for another five minutes...