Episode Report Card Deborah: C+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Six Feet Under
By Deborah | Season 2 | Episode 11 | Aired on 12.09.2004
Breakfast in the Girardi kitchen begins with an odd overhead shot of Helen, Will, and Luke laughingly jockeying for space over the stove. Kevin wheels in and Helen says he looks nice: "Is that a new sweater?" Luke: "And a litre of cologne?" Will: "Oh, I smell romance." Romance? Is that what they're calling it? I think of it as a migraine in a bottle. Kevin says, "Someone's in a disturbingly good mood." Will: "Gotta enjoy the good days!" Joan comes down the kitchen stairs, sniffs, and asks, "Who bathed in Drakkar?" Ugh. That stuff is revolting. Kevin: "Said, 'Apply liberally.' Pardon me for following directions." No, pardon you for paying money for that putrid stuff. With obvious delight, Helen announces that Kevin has a date with Beth tonight. Joan smacks Kevin amiably on the arm as he says, "Spokeswoman. Cool. Makes it so much easier than talking for myself." Helen wants to know what's with Joan and the diving team. Apparently Coach Keady told Helen she saw Joan's name on the tryout list. Luke is surprised to hear it, too. Helen reminds Joan of her acrophobia. Joan wonders if her mother wants her to be scared for the rest of her life. Helen: "If you have vertigo, you can lose your balance, fall, hit your head." Will: "Helen…" Helen complains that the school shouldn't allow things that dangerous. Will tells Joan, "Good for you, sweetheart." He tells Luke he should try out, too: "You loved diving when we used to go to that pool in Farrington." Helen: "Will…" Will shrugs at her, wondering what her problem is. Joan: "Luke in a Speedo. They don't make enough blindfolds." Kevin helpfully pipes up: "Dad, you're thinking of me. Luke was terrified." Luke replies, "No, no, actually I was just afraid I'd never be as good as you." Will says Luke should get back into it. Helen insists he's not interested. Frink: "What's wrong with her today?" Me: "She's afraid she's going to have three children in wheelchairs." Will: "We're just talking." Helen: "Haven't we all had enough to deal with lately? Jumping a thousand feet into a puddle is ridiculous." Kevin: "Actually, Mom, they replaced the puddle with a swimming pool because kids were getting muddy." Joan giggles. Helen's not amused: "You of all people should understand caution." Yeah, gotta enjoy the good days. Joan tells her mother it's just diving: "See ya! Don't want to be late for my…lion tamers' club." Frink mumbles something about a Monty Python sketch, but I don't ask for clarification, because…you know, I'd probably get it.
Police station. Chewy's back, and he's stopped eating everything not nailed down just long enough to play the Exposition Fairy: some other cops have grabbed up a street dealer in a routine bust, and on a hunch, offered him a deal in exchange for information about Judith's murder. He corroborated the description Ryan Peters gave: "To the birthmark on his cheek. Joey Edwards. Street-level dealer. Narcs know him." Lucyfer walks up to Will and Chewy to tell them, "It just got better. The guy's been AWOL since the girl's murder." Will says he'll get a warrant, send a couple of uniforms to his apartment -- if he can get Lucyfer's okay. Lucyfer: "Oh, gee, let me think…yes, I think I'll be giving you a blank cheque on this." Will smiles and pats her on the shoulder. He must have asbestos palms.