Episode Report Card Djb: D | 3 USERS: A YOU GRADE IT In The Claire
By Djb | Season 4 | Episode 8 | Aired on 08.29.2000
Put your shirt on, Mobay. Over in Glynn's office, Mobay confesses to the Gergen murder because he doesn't want to be "like one of them," which is just exactly what he will be like when he goes to prison for premeditated first degree murder. Well thought-out ruse, "mon." McGory cuffs him. Bummer. ["Next to 'abrupt' in the dictionary, you will find a synopsis of the end of this plotline. The hell?" -- Sars] Cut to a somber staff meeting, where Glynn reports that Mobay's arrest represents the end of the undercover drug investigation for the moment. Querns, again operating under the pretense that he can distract any potential adversary into agreeing with his ways of thinking by waiting until just the most strategic moment before flashing even a corner of his giant, reflective, previously-run-into-the-ground-with-references-to-Lionel-Richie sports jacket lapels, tells Glynn that he thinks the war on drugs is "unwinnable." Is that even a word? On cue, McManus launches into his proto-liberal goofy-therapist-in-Heathers diatribe about diligence and education and rehabilitation, and Querns laces into him with the pragmatic, "If you think you're gonna eradicate heroin from Oz, well, that's just plain stupid." Then there's this riveting round of Emmy-winning fun times:
McManus: Who're you calling stupid?
Querns: Well, if the shoe fits...
McManus: Fuck you.
Glynn: All right, enough.
Querns: [to McManus] Pussy.
Heh. He is, you know. But he doesn't want us to know it, as McManus jumps to his feet and takes Querns to task. But before either has a chance to display his ability for hand-to-hand combat (which, presumably, would entail McManus repeatedly begging, "Don't you think we should share our feelings in a non-violent forum?" while Querns took him down with shouts of, "I sang 'Brick House' for President Carter! And this is a looooong way down!" and bitch-slapping that sissy boy's patchouli-scented hippie ass right into the cold cement floor. Oops. Don't mean to alarm you, folks, but that little fabricated tour through my imagination might have read like fan fic. Damn, I hate fan fic. That might have been fan fic. Sorry), Sister Pete stands up and freaks. Really freaks. She even says "fuck." Because no one is immune to the "look how shocking we can be on HBO. Ooooooh, shocking" quota on this show, even the clergy. Then she says, "I am sick to death of sitting in on these meeting and listening to you people with your petty little egos. The walls are crumbling down around us and all you care about is yourselves!" Then she leaves. She's sad. She's confused. Ray follows. She's crying. She leaves again. Nun on the run.