Episode Report Card Erin: A | 1 USERS: A YOU GRADE IT Hell Hath No Fury
By Erin | Season 3 | Episode 7 | Aired on 11.08.2003
Mexico. The Elephants are enjoying a nice mid-afternoon jeep ride along a dusty Mexican road that appears to be filled with several tons of Tang. I mean, really. It's ORANGE. Suddenly, Vaughn stops the car and Killjoy says, "Oh, god, it's a boy." Looks like there's a boy on a bike lying on the road in front of them, as if he was hit by a car or something. They get out and go to him, but he's up in a flash, with no apparent injuries. He runs off with his bike. Vaughn tells his wife to get back in the car, but it's too late. A bunch of Mexican dudes come out of the woods with guns and tell them to get down on their knees. The main guy knocks Vaughn on the temple with his gun and tells him to keep his mouth shut. Then he dials his cell phone and tells someone that they have the Elephants.
And that's when we hear Jack's voice on the other end. He tells the Head Mexican Dude that his payment will be left in the confessional of some church, and that the Elephants are to be held for at least two hours and then set free. HMD tells his buds to get a move on, and they all grab the Elephants and haul ass. Over at The Jail of Soon-To-Be-Dead Tertiary Characters, Chavez y Chavez is watching as some shadowy figure hands a big wad of cash to the crooked cop from the beginning of the show. Crooked Cop walks out after handing someone a ring of keys. When the camera pans up, we see that it's Jack, and he is clearly up to no good. He walks over to the jail cell, and Chavez sees that he's clearly up to no good. Jack just looks coldly in at Chavez, and we flick off to black. We are all aware that Jack is clearly up to no good.
Oooh! I just love it when Spy Daddy's a murderous son of a bitch on behalf of his loving daughter. Yay! My father acted very much like Spy Daddy on occasion, only he didn't kill people. He just told me that Scott Russwick really shouldn't wear his baseball hat once he was invited inside the house and that if I brought home a boy with an earring, I could consider myself disinherited. Of course, when I brought home a boy with an earring who managed to tell my dad that his gravy sucked and offered a solution to the problem, my dad quickly forgot his "no earring" rule. Aw. Dads.
Commercials. Gothika looks super-cool. And I still love Geoffrey the Giraffe. And call me un-American, but the whole Jessica Lynch thing turns my stomach. I mean, I appreciate what she went through and how horrible it was and how wonderful it is that she survived, but between that damn Lifetime Television for Women and Gay Men after-school special and the bloody Diane Sawyer interview where Diane scrunches up her eyes and asks Jessica all about the sexual assault even though we SO don't need to know about that, I'm pretty much Jessica Lynched OUT, okay?