Episode Report Card M. Giant: B+ | 0 USERS: N/A YOU GRADE IT Dead Boss Walking
By M. Giant | Season 3 | Episode 18 | Aired on 2004.04.18
At 6:15:53, Chappelle scowls at his monitor while more Inn Fection guests go into quarantine. Kiefer comes back into Chappelle's office just as Chappelle succeeds in opening some Saunders-related document that turns out to be encrypted. Kiefer tells him to send it to Potato Face for decryption, but Chappelle decides that there's no time for that and he'd rather freak, thanks. "This is it, Kiefer, don't you understand?" Kiefer says nothing. Stop doing that, Kiefer. It's not helping, and it gives Chappelle an opening: "Of course you understand. You're the one who's going to kill me." Instead of saying, "So now is good for you, then?" Kiefer talks him down, sort of, and Chappelle forwards the encrypted file to Potato Face.
It's 6:17:12 at Inn Fection, and the quarantine area is getting more and more crowded. It's standing room only in there, literally, which is going to make things pretty uncomfortable when people start keeling over. How about some beds for the sick people? Bitchelle watches each victim getting herded inside. The next one is Gay Matt, blood pouring from his nose down his face and onto his shirt. Bitchelle looks crushed at the sight of him. Gay Matt quietly begs Bitchelle to let him call his wife. I'm still calling him Gay Matt. Bitchelle apologetically refuses, explaining that they're still under orders to keep this quiet to avoid a panic. Gay Matt promises not to tell his wife anything; he just wants to hear her voice. Bitchelle looks like she's about to break down, or maybe she's thinking about how she gets to keep in touch with her hubby, but she shuts Gay Matt down anyway. He gets led into quarantine while she tries not to crack. And now it's time for her little announcement. She turns to address the victims, and the camera shoots her through the plastic sheeting so her features are blurred. She explains that once symptoms of the V-I-R-U-S appear, there's no chance of recovery, that death will be extremely painful, and that the estimated time of death is some time before the season finale. She tells them about the suicide capsules that are on the way: "Some pills that will basically make you feel like you're going to sleep." Yes, that's just the thing for an agent who only has seconds to avoid capture and torture: going to sleep. Those must come in handy. Bitchelle explains that it's up to each of them to decide when and if they want to take the pills. We see the quietly sobbing victims from her point of view, again through the plastic sheeting. Yes, we get it. Through a glass darkly and all that shit. Bitchelle wraps up her little speech with a businesslike "Thank you." Surprisingly, nobody says, "Thank you." Bitchelle walks off, almost completely wrecked, but she doesn't have more than a second or two to be wrecked before a hazmatician comes up to her and tells her that one of the guests appears to be missing. Apparently, a woman has lost track of the guy she was with.