Episode Report Card Couch Baron: B+ | 2 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT Douglas Adams Had No Idea
By Couch Baron | Season 2 | Episode 3 | Aired on 10.11.2005
Side view of Lamb and Veronica staring across a table at each other. Lamb is sipping something from a silver cup, and given how tensed up he seems to be already, I hope "decaf" is a word he's familiar with. After a lengthy silence, Lamb guesses that Veronica knows why she's there. Veronica sits forward and mock-confesses, and then says she has no idea why she's there as Lamb's cheek muscles go so rigid it looks like he's got lockjaw. Which would be a real shame, regardless of what Veronica might tell you. Veronica goes on to say that she's curious about what her dad said about Lamb hauling her in, but Lamb informs her that no notice was required: "You're eighteen now. Kiddo. You're an adult." Veronica: "Well, that makes one of us." Original? No. Obligatory and entertaining? Hell yes. Veronica asks if Lamb's going to tell her why she's there: "Or should I just sit back and enjoy your impression of a mildly constipated David Caruso?" Well, in my opinion, Lamb will never have the requisite smugness or the horrible hair to reasonably resemble Caruso. However, since I take that line as more of a slam on Caruso than on Lamb, HA!
Lamb slides a folder across the table to Veronica and asks what she can tell him about her relationship with the man documented therein. It's the dead dude from last episode, of course, who's named "David 'Curly' Moran." Veronica, not recognizing him from his mug shot, says that one summer, "he was a roadie for Whitesnake; [she] was singing backup for Boyz II Men. He said it would never work." Well, I'd have to agree. Can you imagine the song "Here I Go Again On Bended Knee"? Lamb cuts her off and says he's glad that she finds the situation amusing. I don't really think he's glad, since I've seen less stern expressions on a mother's face after her teenaged son came home three hours past curfew. (Not me -- a friend of mine. Whom I'm surprised isn't still grounded.) He bitingly asks her if she definitely hasn't seen the guy before. Veronica looks at the next picture, which is of the guy in a Hawaiian shirt standing in front of his motorcycle. VMVO: "Somewhere, those million chimps with their million typewriters must have finally written King Lear, because Sheriff Lamb is actually right about something." Well, Lamb's detective work isn't quite the miracle it seems to be, Veronica, because the chimps also wrote your name on the dead guy's palm. Veronica flashes back to her helping the guy light the votive candle.