Episode Report Card Deborah: C- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Revenge Is Sour
By Deborah | Season 1 | Episode 17 | Aired on 02.26.2004
Will comes back to the hospital, where the old guy seems to be waiting in a room to go home. As Will enters the room, he notices an empty wheelchair by the door. That seemed unnecessary. He says, "Looks like you're all set to go." The old man, sitting in a chair facing the window, says nothing and doesn't turn around. Will says, "Mr. Hansen?" The old man says, "How can I just leave?" Will says they're not pressing charges at this time. Hansen: "I know you did. I'm not senile, for God's sake. All I can say is, how can I go home after what I did?" Will: "You feel bad. I understand. It would be simple if that was enough. But six people are dead, their families changed forever. And no amount of remorse or apology can change that. Now all you can do is walk out of here, and try to face the rest of your life." The old man starts crying. What was the point of that, exactly? Again, I feel like I'm supposed to be moved, and I'm not.
Joan's hobbling along at school (a different day now) when Adam runs up to her saying, "Jane! There's something you should know." Joan mutters, "Yeah, yeah, I know all about Baby Voice. Yeah, I get it, okay? I swear on my honour to tolerate it, but only for you, okay?" Adam: "No, no, no. The act of revenge? It's big." Joan says she didn't do anything. Adam: "It's Friedman, okay? The hired hit? He hacked into Angela's diaries, spam email, now she's hunting him down like a wild animal, okay? He's hiding out in the cafeteria. Come on!" Yeah, she'll never find him there. Joan crutches her way to the cafeteria.
In the cafeteria, Friedman's eating listlessly. Where the heck is Luke in all this? He used to at least try to stand up for Joan. Is he too busy making out with Glynis? Adam comes in and sits at a table near the door with Iris. Grace is standing by the door frame like a sentry. Joan arrives. So does Angela, sniffing for Friedman. Grace says to Joan, "This is going to be better than a million love letters." Angela walks over to Friedman, demanding, "What is wrong with you? You made my personal and private thoughts a public spectacle." Friedman replies, "You mess with scientists, my friend, you're gonna get science." Angela gets up in his grill: "You freak! I want to kill you!" Friedman: "'Le petit mort.' The little death. I have some conversational French in my arsenal." PMEC breezes past and Angela stops her, asking, "Laurie, do you know what they did?" Laurie's real pissed: "I know you said my hair's dyed. It's not. It's highlighted." Oh, good grief. Iris suddenly stands up and says, "From the diary of Angela...Nobody." She reads as a larger crowd gathers: "'My breasts. I've obsessed about them...wanting them to grow enough to make a C-cup by prom.'" Everyone laughs. Angela cringes and tears up. Iris continues: "'But today I hate them. I hate my breasts. Because today my mom told me she has breast cancer.'" Adam, Grace, and Joan all stop smiling. As do most of the other students. For reasons surpassing understanding, Iris keeps reading: "'I'm so scared I can't...'" Joan snatches the paper away from her and says, "Stop! Just stop." Angela cries and runs out. Everyone looks stunned and remorseful. Come on. Would they really not have read whatever Iris planned to read? Do you people know what Credulity Strain-o-Meters cost these days?