Episode Report Card Demian: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Something Better Change
By Demian | Season 7 | Episode 12 | Aired on 01.22.2005
...another waterfront alleyway, where Piper lies unconscious in the foreground as Dolta orbs onto the pavement behind her. He hurdles some prone bodies to leap to her side as I'm Not Candy and No Name flare in. "What have you done to her?" Dolta demands. "They weren't supposed to turn yet -- not until they were ready!" I'm Not Candy and No Name bring Dolta up to speed on recent events. Dolta, naturally, is shocked and appalled, but also still a little outraged that his fellow Avatars would smack the Glam Gals up with the Utopia mojo without first consulting him. "We must press on now," I'm Not Candy insists, "or Zankou will win. All that we've done will have been for naught. We can still give them the world they've always wanted, [Dolta] -- the happiness they've never known. The happiness you've never known." "But we must move quickly," he finishes, nodding to No Name, "and as one." Dolta's not so sure Raige will be okay with all this once she wakes up. "She will understand," No Name vows. "Everyone will understand," I'm Not Candy adds mildly enough, but still with a great sense of menace in his voice, "that those who bring conflict into the world cannot be tolerated." And the camera's so close to his face during that ominous statement that I can count his pores. I also suppose I have the answer to my earlier question regarding the current prison population. And the gays, more likely than not. Including SpongeBob. Focus On The Family should be pleased. Fuckers. Dolta looks dismayed, but it's apparent he caves anyway.
Some indeterminate period of time later, everyone out on the streets wakes up. And they're all really, really perky. This should fucking blow.
Hell. Irritating Max Perlich is so very, very sad, for Big Bad Zankou has apparently failed, and now there's no one left to play the demons' little hellhound games. "It's over," he glums. "We don't stand a chance in this new world." "Still," Zankou cautions somewhat cryptically, "we planted a seed. Let's see if it sprouts." Irritating Max Perlich frets impotently as Zankou's inscrutable expression vanishes in a flash of white light that...
...takes up back up to the Manor. Dolta orbs Piper into the main hall, with the latter in mid-rant. "I don't see what you're so worried about," she chides. "It's all good as far as I'm concerned." Heh. Even in Utopia, the Dolt's still whipped. "But they were supposed to wait until you were ready," Dolta whines. Piper's been more than ready for this transformation for a long time, thank you very much, so she's quite naturally of the opinion that Dolta should just calm the hell down already. Phoebe's NIPPLES jostle down the stairs at this point, burbling something about how great they feel. There's more nattering of this sort, during which Phoebe does reveal that she still remembers the "old way," she just not stressed about anything anymore. I don't know if that means everyone remembers their past way of life now, or if it's just the Glamorous Ladies. I guess we'll have to wait and see. Raige eventually orbs in to join them, and stands fidgeting near the dining room table as Piper and Phoebe cross to wrap her in an embrace and coo words of sympathy and support. Raige, remarkably, seems at peace, despite having woken up in the clammy clutches of her dead boyfriend mere seconds ago. "It's really sad," she admits, not sounding terribly sad about it at all, "but he's going on to a better place." And with that, she announces she's heading upstairs to rest. Phoebe and Piper glance briefly at Dolta, then silently follow Raige to the second floor. The score gets a decidedly threatening, Bernard-Herrmann-in-Vertigo-esque tone to it as Dolta placidly watches them disappear before allowing his face to fall. He turns away from the camera as his eyes fill with doubt and we finally fade to black.