With pilots, you tend to be looking out for discrepancies
from the eventual series - here, that there's no Godber, and the implausibly
progressive institution which Barraclough promises to Fletcher doesn't bear
much relation to the Slade Prison that we eventually see in Porridge.
But this isn't how their original audience would have watched these programmes,
and it’s instructive to try to respond to them as freestanding comedy playlets.
The central relationship is between the prisoner and the kindlier warden, each needing something from the other, becoming ever more interdependent through adversity as - shackled together by handcuffs - they become abandoned in the freezing countryside overnight, eventually finding shelter by breaking into a deserted cottage. The dynamic of this is as tragic as it is funny, as Fletcher gets Barraclough drunk and the officer opens up ("I'm a failure. I'm only holding on to this job by the skin of my teeth"), and confides about being repeatedly cuckolded by his wife. The relationship is an uneasy thing to watch, with prisoner shown to be devious in his manipulation of the escort and Barraclough the greater victim of the pair. The viewer is grateful that the cunning Fletcher is never consciously cruel to Barraclough, and manages to maintain our sympathies. Its a strong story in itself, sharing the qualities of balance and two lives being reflected in each other with the authors' contemporaneous Likely Lads, but one can understand why Ronnie Barker was reluctant to take it to a series.
(I love the bleak moody atmosphere from the
time they leave the railway station to when the van breaks down, you can almost
feel the chill in the air and the sense of isolation as darkness approaches. There's some very convincing 'cold' acting
(shivers, pulls face) from Ronnie Barker in the scene of the three of them
outside the van in the middle of nowhere. From the look of it, it didn't take
much acting to feel the cold, but he still does a good job of making the viewer
know about it.)