Episode Report Card Deborah: A+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Pools of Sorrow, Waves of Joy
By Deborah | Season 1 | Episode 12 | Aired on 01.08.2004
Will arrives at work, where a man in a sheriff's uniform thanks him for coming in on a Saturday. Will says he's always happy to cooperate with his "peers from the county." Sheriff Dude introduces him to FBI Special Agent Shannon Hodgins, who tells him, "You set off a bomb, Chief." The place is still crawling with FBI types. Will says he assumes he was called in to be apprised of the Arcadia Police Department's role in the investigation. Shannon: "The City of Arcadia Police Department no longer exists, sir." Will's confused. She informs him that the governor is going to be dissolving the city council, and county supervisors will take over the administration of the city. The sheriff will be in charge of law enforcement. Will's first concern is not for himself, but his staff: "What about my people?" The sheriff says most of them will be absorbed by his department. He adds, "I'm going to have to ask you for your badge and your gun."
Grace comes up to Luke's room, which now seems to be in an attic. It doesn't look like what I remember of his room from the first episode, in any event. In that one, I thought Joan walked into his room from the second floor hallway of the house. This looks like an unfinished space at the top of some stairs. When she arrives, Luke's all business, no googly eyes. She parks her skateboard against the wall. Settling in front of his computer, he says, "Ah, Grace. Good. As you can see, I've entered in four more equations for Heisenberg's gamma ray experiments." Grace: "Whoop-de-doodly-doo." She's got a black hoodie on under her usual jacket, with the hood pulled up over her head. She stands with her hands on her hips, looking unimpressed. Luke: "What? This is a great science fair project. It challenges one of the tenets of quantum mechanics. We could get published!" Grace: "You promised we would build something." Luke: "We did." Grace: "A real something, not a virtual, theoretical cyber-model." She sits on his bed and flops backward, sighing. Luke goes into Mr. Browning mode again: "Look, I've -- I've really enjoyed our -- our collaboration. I -- I feel our intellects and approaches really complement each other...and I was, you know, hoping you felt the same way." Frink: "Dude, stop." Grace sits up and whispers, "Stop, stop. You're embarrassing me with your dirty talk!" Snort! Frink: "I like her!" Luke just goes back to his theoretical whatever. If he could just loosen up a little, I think they'd be very cool together.