Episode Report Card Couch Baron: B- | 425 USERS: B- YOU GRADE IT Beyond The Veil
By Couch Baron | Season 6 | Episode 1-2 | Aired on 2013.04.07
Don asks how much time the guy (the character's name, as we'll learn, is "PFC [Private First Class] Dinkins") has left, and the reply is that he's getting married at "0800," but Don gently clarifies that he was referring to his tour in Vietnam, and that answer is eight months. Going back to his nuptials, Dinkins explains that someone told his wife married guys in war live longer, since they have something to live for. By that logic, I'm guessing the soon-to-be Mrs. Dinkins is going to make you work hard to put a bun in her oven. After some more drunken chatter about marriage, PFC Dinkins invites Don to get into some trouble with him - not sure Dinkins has any idea what he might be signing up for here - and asks him if he'll give away his bride. Referring to the still-comatose Galloway, Don asks if he doesn't think he's going to make it, but Dinkins tells him that Galloway's his best man, and since his fiancée's family is back in California, he'd like Don to do it, as he wouldn't want to resort to giving the job to a hotel employee. "They look just like the enemy." Well, if nothing else, that makes the cultural insensitivity about the poi look like nothing. Don tries to put the guy off, but his drunken enthusiasm continues unabated as he babbles about, essentially, paying to forward. "One day I'll be the man who can't sleep and talks to strangers." Don does not look like he's relishing the thought of how old he'll be when that day comes. Then again, this episode makes it seem like he's sure he'll be dead by then.
But speaking of the day coming, Megan wakes up, squints into the sunlight pouring in through the balcony door, and sits up. After giving the viewing audience a little side-boob action, she steps into a robe and out onto the terrace...
...and then we cut to her walking out onto the beach, where she sees the wedding ceremony happening, and apparently Dinkins managed to pour a pot of coffee down not only his own throat but Galloway's as well, as they're both in uniform seeming at least minimally functional. Seeing Don in the tableau, Megan snaps a photo, and I really wonder what the accompanying update would be if Twitter existed here.