Episode Report Card Couch Baron: B+ | 719 USERS: B YOU GRADE IT Suck It, Peter!
By Couch Baron | Season 3 | Episode 6 | Aired on 2008.10.20
Claire and Sandra are sitting outside "Doyle's Marionette Theatre" (shudder) as Sandra points out that Meredith said she knew Doyle, and wonders if they should give her more time. Claire, however, says that Meredith isn't answering her phone, and pulls out a taser she got from Bennet's closet. I hope Claire has better luck with this one, because those things are expensive and I can't imagine The Company giving Bennet an infinite supply. Sandra thinks they should call Bennet, but Claire doesn't want him there, and gets out of the car and marches toward the door. Sandra rushes after her and tells her they need a plan, so I guess the "us" in this particular equation are sensible people, and the "them" are teenagers.
Inside, Doyle and Meredith are dancing, and he compliments her grace (heh, given that he's moving her) before he hears a bell indicating a customer. He looks warily at Meredith and asks if she told anyone she was there, but she swears she didn't, and he seems to believe her. He does, however, use a finger gesture to shut her mouth tight, and even though the accompanying sound of the squeaky hinges is kind of over the top, I'll forgive the Foley guys for having some fun here.
Doyle comes out and greets Sandra very brusquely, and Sandra stammers that she'd like to book a birthday party for her son, Lyle. "He's six, and he just loves puppets!" I don't know which part of that Lyle would be more offended by. Doyle says he doesn't do parties anymore, but he changes his tune when Sandra pulls out a wad of large-denomination bills. He gives her a form to fill out and bring back, but she pulls out a pen and says she'll do it there. With an effort, he agrees, but the charade goes to shit when they hear a loud noise come from within. Sandra tries to get the hell out of there, but Doyle stops her with a hand, and then creepily rotates her around to face him, like she's standing on a large turntable. He steps forward, eyes blazing, and asks who she is. Take your time to come up with a good lie, Sandra -- we've got a commercial break now, and it sure doesn't look like you're going anywhere.