Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: A+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Wild & Entitled
By Jacob Clifton | Season 6 | Episode 1 | Aired on 08.16.2010
Lupita gets her shit packed up in the blink of an eye the second Nancy says to do it, mostly in Spanglish because she is freaking out, and Nancy continues to drink. The only thing Lupita really has to say is that Stevie Ray is her favorite and that Nancy better not let a damn thing happen to him. Nice that somebody's watching out for the baby; at this point he's Shane's only hope. I'm not interested in Stevie Ray yet. He sort of piqued during the original Rosemary's Baby thing where they were going to kill her secretly and make him the new Simba or whatever. Float him down a river.
Out in the garage, the boys are waiting once again. Silas wants to go inside and figure this out so he knows what to do, but Shane tells him Nancy's in a state. "If you go in and I go in, and Mom comes out, and we're still inside, she's gonna shit a hedgehog." He's playing air hockey the whole time but Silas is not actually playing so it's a very easy game. He finally explains, in cadence from Clue, that he killed Pilar with a croquet mallet by the pool. He has to say it a couple of times because it's so unbelievable. Which it would be, if A) Shane weren't fucking bonkers and B) Nancy didn't have those good luck/bad luck powers that spread disease and contagion and fire and death everywhere she goes.
"She was gonna kill us, so I popped the bitch. Right in the melon. Thwack! Splash. Dead." Silas's heart breaks, finally, once it sinks in: Shane's serious. "Serious as Dad's heart attack. Now in general, I don't like using that simile because some heart attacks just aren't all that serious. I mean, you recover, reduce your salt and fat, drop a few pounds, and life goes on. But Dad's? Dad's was serious." And Silas can't judge him for what he did, in final analysis, because they are family. I feel like the more we see inside Shane's head the less scary he gets. It all makes a certain scary sense, which is more than you can say about his mom most days.
"I defended the family. Mom's luck was running out. You called it." Silas stares, terrified; like Shane is a zombie, controlled by forces beyond his control. Like a wasp's nest, just lying there on the ground, maybe a buzz you're imagining. Maybe little formicatory movements that could be just your eyes playing tricks. "Mom said you stood and peed on her leg once when you were three," Shane offers. "That's kind of freaky." Silas says that there is no comparison and making the comparison means that Shane is fucked up to a degree that is unfathomable and that he is going to wait, again, in the car: He has officially lost the human/monster majority that kept Nancy in check.