Episode Report Card Demian: B- | 214 USERS: C+ YOU GRADE IT Tim Whoooooo? Inspector Whaaaaaa?
By Demian | Season 7 | Episode 21 | Aired on 2005.05.15
Meanwhile, up in the Manor kitchen, Piper's preparing a vanquish for the corpse fucker on the center island while Raige explains why she believes Zankou's behind this evening's undead hijinks. Phoebe, perched on the counter by the sink, chimes in to admit that she should have just listened to what Piper had to say the previous morning in the nonexistent attic. Piper's eyes widen in surprise at this, leading Phoebe to realize rather quickly that she must actually have been chatting with the shape-shifting demon in question. "How do I know this is you now?" Phoebe demands, hopping off the counter to get all up in Piper's face. "How do I know you're not Zankou right now?" "Because I'm not!" Piper sings, offended. "Prove it!" Phoebe snaps. "Jake Singer," Piper deadpans, "back seat, tenth grade. Slut." She might have left off that last bit, but I'm not going to rewind to find out. Phoebe blithers something about losing what's left of her scattered little mind as she flounces out of the kitchen to abuse the Book of Shadows for a Zankou vanquish. Piper and Raige, thus left alone, babble for a bit about their next steps until the Dolt bumbles into the room to confirm that he's called "all [their] friends" to cancel poor, neglected Tiny Gay Chris's birthday party. Raige glooms something about that before orbing off to check on her spineless, sniveling, and presumably dead charge. Piper and the Dolt shoot significant side-eyes at each other.
House Of The Dead Dud. Raige knocks a couple of times, calling out Joanna's name until she realizes the door's unlocked. Raige barges in to discover Joanna's battered corpse sprawled on the carpet. Pity. Not. When Raige drops to the floor in dismay, Zankou's revealed to have been lurking in the hall behind her, a slight smile of satisfaction playing across his face. Zankou lingers for a moment before blazing out as Raige strokes Joanna's hair, repeatedly sobbing, "I'm so sorry!" as we dissolve into yet another commercial break.
Trudeau Memorial, formerly Andy's House Of Beef, formerly The Loneliest Precinct House In The World. The Doormat lopes through the swinging doors to find the Dazzling Sheila sitting with Pepper Anderson, and he immediately gets this hysterical "Oh. Shit!" look on his face when the Dazzling Sheila wheels around in her chair to glare at him. Turns out Pepper Anderson summoned Sheila for a little talk and filled the latter in on all of the Doormat's supposedly suspicious behavior over the last few weeks, noting that at the rate things are going, the Doormat should soon find himself in jail. Needless to say, Sheila is pissed. Pepper snidely takes her leave so the two soon-to-be-bickering marrieds can chat in private, and Sheila immediately lights into the Doormat in a hushed, whispered, intense argument that ends with Sheila issuing the following ultimatum: "It's our family or theirs." The Doormat blinks.