Episode Report Card Demian: D+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Shannen sings!
By Demian | Season 3 | Episode 24 | Aired on 01.19.1997
Shannen runs out after Alison and grabs her as she’s barreling down the stairs. Alison spins around and spits out her accusations, all of which Shannen denies. "I would never do something like that to you." "Yeah, well you’re never going to get another chance to, because I’m never talking to you again!" Sammy has emerged on the landing to witness this last exchange. Alison glances at him and weeps away. Sammy trails after her, muttering, "Great. This is just great." Use a condom the next time, slick. Shannen flails her arms around in dismay. Back in the lounge, Paige excitedly relates the details of Alison’s downfall to No -- The Other Other Girl while Nick shakes his head in disgust. Chloë crosses to a table, ostensibly to retrieve a cigarette from her purse. While there, she dumps half a bottle of ipecac syrup into Shannen’s rum-and-Coke. Brad Strum, Dork Stalker watches her from the main club area below. It’s obvious to us that he has no idea what she’s just done, but when Chloë catches sight of him, a stream of evil thoughts clearly flood her mind. She saunters a bit to her right, smirks down at him, and tosses her head to invite him up to the lounge. The Dork Stalker instantly pops a woody and leaps from his seat. Meanwhile, Shannen re-enters the lounge as the club’s manager arrives to announce the stage has been set for the evening’s performance. Shannen crosses to her cocktail to draw a couple of deep pulls from it. Chloë counter-crosses to the stairwell to intercept Brad. He compliments her clothing. She tells him to meet her outside. "I want to be alone with you," she boop-boop-be-dos. Brad’s woody agrees for him. Cut to the alley behind the club. Brad’s woody leads him around the cars parked therein. God help me, but I think he’s playing pocket pool. Chloë darts out of the club and, taking Brad by the hand, lures him around the corner to the back wall of another building. She pushes him up against said wall, and the macking commences. Suddenly, she knees him in the groin. He doubles over in pain. She gives his ribcage a couple of tastes of go-go boot, then turns to pick up a discarded brick. "I’m sorry," she pants. She clouts him on the forehead. He drops to the ground to bleed and die as the camera shifts to a swirling overhead pull-back shot of his prone form. I had to wait sixty-five minutes for the first fricking murder. Unfortunately, it is also the evening’s last. Smell ya later, Brad. You won’t be missed. Trust me on that one.Previous 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25Next