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By Erin | Season 2 | Episode 10 | Aired on 2007.11.26
Outside, the gang makes its way into the house as Micah watches from his hiding place. As the gang enters, one of them says to the others that they should put some cans of gas into the van. "Y'all figured out why they paying us so much to torch these buildings?" asks another. "Who cares?" responds yet another. "As long as he comes with dat cash, we come with da matches." I missed this conversation the first time around, and I'm inclined to think that it may be important; after all, D.L. saved a child from a burning building, didn't he? Could be this gang has more of a part to play than just some random thugs who jacked poor Damon.
The gang walks up the stairs for some reason, and we see Monica stapled to the ceiling with the backpack hanging from her arm. As she's desperately hanging on, one of the comic books falls out of the pack and hits the stairs. The gang members all look up and see her. They pull guns. Instead of shooting her, however, they just grab her and drag her outside. Micah sees this from across the street. Monica looks directly at him with fear, but also a warning, on her face. She knows she's screwed, but she doesn't want Micah anywhere near this. One of the gang hits her in the face and she goes down and then they throw her in the back of a van and shut the doors. Micah runs.
Bennet's Fake Funeral. Claire stands on some rocks at the edge of the surf, while her mother and brother, Mr. Muggles, and West look on from behind her. She holds her father's fake ashes in her hands. "I'm sorry, Dad," she says, crying. "I'm sorry I didn't listen. I should've done everything you told me to. If I hadn't been so selfish, you'd still be here." She opens the urn and pours the ashes out over the rocks and water. "I love you, Dad," she says, replacing the lid. She returns to her family and embraces her mother. "We'd better say goodbye," says Mrs. Bennet, touching her daughter's face. "We've gotta be in Salt Lake by the morning. Come on."
Claire walks over to West. "This is all happening so fast," she says. "I'm losing everything I care about." She falls into his arms with her head against his chest and her eyes pointing toward the parking lot. And that's when she sees Elle, sitting in a rented piece of shit car, sucking on yet another Slurpee or something. She's like Brad Pitt in the Ocean's movies with this drink fetish she has. Elle looks over and realizes that Claire's made her. She hilariously tries to grab the keys and get out of there, but since her driving hand is in a damn cast, this proves harder to do than she thought. Claire pulls back from West's chest and hones in on her prey as Elle frantically fumbles with the keys.