Our hero was left dying a heroic death under a shelving unit after a robot attacked him and he threw acid at it. It's basically par for the course in this serial. Anyway, there is no way Copperhead Bob could’ve survived the crash unless the robot, having a bigger body, stopped the book case from actually squashing Bob to atoms. But that won’t happen.

Here we see the shelves falling onto our hero. I only mention it because this warehouse makes ACE DRUGS which sound nice but took over the streets in the 1980s and left a whole generation with terrifying flash backs of very narrow ties, plinky plonky music and strange plastic cubes whose colours kept changing whenever you picked it up.

This is Bob rolling out of the way.

"Phew" he says inwardly.

Oh no – there’s Speed. He’s dead.

My god – this place single handedly poisoned an entire decade. And gave us cotton. Without which we wouldn’t have been able to remove far too much makeup every evening.

Bob puts Speed’s body – and incidentally I’m losing faith that he’s actually dead – into the car and prepares to drive away.

This man doesn’t want them to drive away. In fact, he registers his dissatisfaction with a pistol and several bullets.

The robot stands apologetically as Dr Satan paces, fumes and paces some more. "Aww gee – it’s not my fault you made me like this" it would say if it was a bit more advanced and a whole lot more post-modern.

A man with a hat brings news – the tungite is mined at the ACME~! mine nearby but it is heavily guarded. Bang goes Dr Satan’s plans for building an army of remotely controlled robots. The next seven episodes will be filled with banjo music.

Satan asks Scott if tungite ore can be found anywhere else. He says there is a place in the Black Rock Mountains. I smell a camping trip everyone.

Back at Scott Towers, this scene starts a little earlier than the actress playing Lois thought.

Lois and the secretary look through the newspaper. They’re probably just chit chatting in that way that women do. Panamint Pete in town again… celebrating… when questioned… in honor… sale of his tungite mine… got plenty for it…

HANG ON.

Sale of his tungite mine? Oh no – cancel the banjos – Dr Satan has struck again. He’s fiendishly bought the land quite legally and paid a generous price. The fiend.

"I wonder if Dr Satan is connected with the deal?" asks the secretary. "I don’t know" replies Lois.

In the spirit of adventure, the two ladies go to see this Panamint Pete to ask him some questions. They got changed first. Obviously.

But who is Panamint Pete? Is he some high rolling mine trader? A deal busting city wide boy who buys and sells and lives on adrenaline and cocaine alone?

Nope – it’s the serial’s obligatory bumpkin.

Could the secretary hide her sexuality any less effectively?

"It gets awful lonely up here" says this charming and friendly looking old man. "I’m glad of the company".

Lois still hasn’t overcome that initial terror. Although I’m not surprised in this case.

Oooh – more arty direction. Just as Pete is about to give the girls a map so they can ride to the mine, this man appears and he’s either eaten all the ice cream and is saving the cone for later or he’s got a gun.

Gosh dammit – it was a gun. He’s shot Pete. On the plus side, Dr Satan’s organisation has DRESS DOWN DAY~!

They ride together to the tungite mine. That sounds like a euphemism but I can’t quite work out what for.

Gracious – the blonde raises her arms and grabs a branch. This sends her careering backwards into the face of the man behind her. Everyone wins – Lois is free, the blonde gets to beat the man up and he gets a woman in his face.

He’s cross and shoots after them. He’s really cross actually. Far too cross for a man who has been left with a horse and really should be going after them.

If you can’t make it out, the secretary has swivelled round while still in control of her horse and is shooting back at the man chasing her. Some weeks she’s this meek little secretary who runs away at the first sign of trouble and lets hoodlums lock her in a cupboard without a fight and other weeks she’s a trick riding, gun toting, pre-Lara Croft action heroine.

She wins – the man is off his horse and the chase is over. It turns out that the Spice Girls didn’t invent feminism – this secretary did over fifty years before. If only I knew her name I would change Wikipedia straight away.

Lois rushes round to Bob’s place. Speed is there but doesn’t know where Bob is. She’s in quite a flap. She explains the mine stuff to Speed.

Speed leaves Bob a note. He’s going to go up to the mine himself. Splitting into groups always works out well so I applaud his stupidity.

Bob gets home at last and sits down at his laptop to check his emails. Then he remembers lap tops haven’t been invented yet and any emails will have been left on his desk.

And will be written in a novelty font.

He races into action. See.

Some men arrive from the DA’s office. Speed introduces himself as Mark.

They interview this man who works at the railway station. He’s new and doesn’t know anything.

All he knows is that bags of ore arrive in trucks from time to time and are loaded onto the train. As if by magic, a truck with bags of ore arrives at the end of his sentence. We are on the edge of our cinema seats – will these men know anything?

The miner doesn’t want to ask any questions. A brief gun fight breaks out and the truck drives swiftly off.

An exciting car chase follows.

Speed closes his eyes when someone else fires a gun – he’s even wussier than the man back in an earlier chapter. I’d be more precise but I won’t be.

Bob arrives – sees what is going on – and transforms into the Copperhead. He’s left his car somewhere. I think he might’ve blocked the road so the truck will have to swerve into a ditch but I’m still not confident he’s bright enough to think of that.

Copperhead Bob climbs up onto a rock and jumps onto the truck as it drives past.

A mobile fight breaks out.

One of the hoodlums tries to shoot Bob but finds his gun is out of bullets. So he smacks him with the pistol instead and Bob is down for the count. That is one unconscious dude.

Emphasis on speeding car’s bumper. Don’t tell me the good guys are going to run over the Copperhead. Oh dear.

That’s it – Bob is squashed. The Copperhead has become copper plate.

Next week – a game show instead. Maybe they can catch the banjo players too – they’re probably still in the lobby grumbling about the late cancellation.