Episode Report Card Gustave: B+ | 278 USERS: B- YOU GRADE IT Amnesia and other personality disorders
By Gustave | Season 1 | Episode 17 | Aired on 2002.03.26
Back at the Palmer Hotel, Kiefer leads Faux-licity into LittleTerrorBrother's hotel room, and basically the narrative is interrupted by one big infomercial for fiber optics, as Kiefer explains to the technophobic Faux-licity that the technology allowing them to capture every angle of her sex with a terrorist was made possible by fiber optic wiring. "Fiber optic cameras are tiny cameras," explains Kiefer. "They're almost impossible to see." Bottom line is, there is no escape from the cameras. They are literally everywhere. Oh sure, in a boring old FBI sting there'd just be a camera in each room or something, but in Kiefer's, you get every juicy angle thanks to fiber optics. Kiefer sits down with Faux-licity and shows her the tracking device he wants her to plant in LittleTerrorBrother's wallet. "He'll have it with him, even when he changes clothes," explains Kiefer. As soon as she plants the device, Kiefer, who is watching on the KieferKam in the next room, will call her cell phone and pretend to "summon" her out of the room. And if she feels that the jig is up or gets nervous for any reason, all she has to say is "I think I'm getting a cold" and a SWAT team will move in. "But that would ruin the plan," argues Faux-licity. Kiefer insists that her safety is the top priority. And in the 24-verse, that means that she's as safe as a lobster in a cooking pot. Nevertheless, Faux-licity thanks Kiefer for giving her a chance to redeem herself…you know, for having sex. And then, to make it super-sexy, Kiefer takes the tracking device, which looks like a ring, and places it in Faux-licity's little palm. His own hand closes around her tiny fist, comforting her and thanking her for being a vital part of Operation Vagina.
Back at the restaurant, where I totally want to have a meal right now, Mr. Martin finally arrives. He totally recognizes Bride and makes reference to the fact that she used to be a regular customer. "Will Dr. Parslow be joining you?" asks Mr. Martin. "Dr. Parslow?" says Bride, getting pink-cheeked at the mention of this doctor's name. Mr. Martin is all, "Are you feeling all right?" because Bride is clearly out of her mind. Bride admits, amidst nervous chuckles, to having lost her memory, and wants to know more about this Dr. Parslow. Mr. Martin tells her that she and Dr. Parslow used to come to this restaurant together all the time, until recently. In fact, Mr. Martin thinks it might be a good idea to give Dr. Parslow a call. "But he's not my husband," says Bride. "But he's a doctor," insists Mr. Martin.