Episode Report Card Demian: B+ | 0 USERS: N/A YOU GRADE IT House Call
By Demian | Season 5 | Episode 13 | Aired on February 1, 2003
Fade up on the nighttime Manor exterior, and someone finally remembered to turn off the lights in the parlor before heading to bed. The camera cuts upstairs to The Prue Halliwell Memorial Bimbo Boudoir Of Paisley Tit-Slings And Other Fashion Atrocities, currently occupied by Raige. Why did I have to notice they've been using the same set all this time? We pan past a rose on the nightstand -- real cute, guys -- to Raige herself, lounging on her bed with the phone pressed to her ear. Pink marabou mules dangle from her toes, and I giggle despite myself. I mean, mules? Who the hell wears those things nowadays? Anyway, Raige is chatting with long-lost slampiece and childhood friend Glenn "Stretch" Belland, who's revealed to be elsewhere, piloting a rain-slicked maroon SUV. So much for that PSA about cell phones and automobiles. Seems Slampiece Glenn's latest expedition took him away from San Francisco for far longer than he'd planned, and Raige -- horny as hell because she hasn't had any since that O-Town reject three months ago -- wants to get her some immediately, if not sooner. Well, that's the subtext, at any rate. Raige actually invites him to dinner, because there's "something [she] really want[s] to talk to [him] about." She's leafing through an album as she tells him this, stroking their prom photos before grinning down at a picture taken during some sort of kayaking trip the two had in the past. Rose McGowan and Jesse Woodrow certainly seem to have enjoyed each other's company during these background sessions. However. In the final snapshot, Slampiece Glenn vaguely resembles one of my drunken party-boy ratbag Allentown cousins, and he's gripping a very large pole. I so don't want to go in either of those directions, so what say I just carry on with the rest of the scene? ["Not before I note that his last name is 'Woodrow.' Hee. Okay, go ahead." -- Sars] Glenn can't do dinner, but admits that there's something he needs to tell her as well. Creaks and ooky chittering noises fill the air above Raige's head as she quickly agrees to meet him for lunch. An invisible force slides her telephone from its stand to suspend it in mid-air. Raige snarls at the unseen presence in her boudoir, and there's a bit of daft miscommunication wackiness wherein Slampiece Glenn genially believes she's snarling at him before Raige ends the call by yanking the jack out of the wall. Glenn snickers fondly at his cell as Raige rolls her eyes and grunts.