Episode Report Card Aaron: A | 1 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT Dead End
By Aaron | Season 2 | Episode 13 | Aired on 06.01.2002
Claire's room. She's wearing her graduation gown and smoking some pot, which is something I kind of wish I had done before my graduation. It would have made things so much funnier when the idiots in the back row released the live chickens during the commencement speech. Yeah. You think I'm kidding about that, but I'm not. Welcome to Pittsburgh. Anyway, David barges in with a video camera in hand, and Claire quickly ducks into her bathroom to exhale a cloud of smoke. Hee! Although it would have been funnier if she'd kissed him and then blown it out, just like in The Graduate. Sure, it would have also been really creepy and incestuous, but it could have funny nonetheless. David quickly notices the aroma in the air, and jumps at the chance to get stoned as well. Cut to later, as he leans over the edge of her bed and exclaims, "God, these dust balls are like tumbleweeds!" Hee! Again! They move on from Claire's lack of cleanliness to mock Nikolai for a while, complete with David beating his chest and mimicking a Russian accent as he repeats Nikolai's epic saying of grace from the season premiere. Damn. These two should get stoned more often. Things turn a bit more melancholy, however, when they start talking about Nate. David, good little brother that he is, knows all the medical details of the upcoming operation, but Claire doesn't want to hear them. When they realize that Nate's surgery is about to start right at that moment, they both quickly decide to skip graduation and head for the hospital. And just out of curiosity, has Claire ever been to the hospital when she wasn't stoned? Because last time she was there, everything was burning just a little brighter on crystal meth.
Cut to Brenda, closing the hatch on her Volkswagen, and preparing to drive off for parts unknown. And for the first time in the history of Six Feet Under, I'm actually wishing this show was more like Buffy, because then Brenda could end up waitressing in some seedy California diner before getting sucked into a demon hell dimension and forced to work as slave labor mining whatever the hell it is they mine in demon hell-dimensions. Besides, that way she'd be the Couch Baron's problem, and I wouldn't have to worry about her anymore. Either way -- buh-bye, Brenda. Don't let the guys down the street fuck you in the ass on your way out.
And now the music kicks in, and we cut to the hospital, where we see the single most shocking sight ever broadcast on television. It's Nate, but he's…he's…well, he's bald. Completely and totally bald. I seriously have now lost all faith in the universe. It's like nothing makes sense anymore. Up is down, left is right, everything is just…wrong somehow. I wonder if things will ever be the same again? ["However, the hair of his head began to grow again after it had been shaven." -- Judges 16:22] Well, thank God for that, at least. The doctors slowly wheel him into the OR, and he turns his head to reveal a surgical diagram drawn on the back. Again, I'm not really sure why they passed up the product placement opportunities here, but I can assure you that David Chase would have definitely known how to sell a big, bald, rectangular advertising space like that. Anyway, Ruth sits patiently in a lonely waiting room somewhere, but she's soon joined by David and Claire, and she looks quite happy to see them.