Episode Report Card Djb: D | 0 USERS: N/A YOU GRADE IT In The Claire
By Djb | Season 4 | Episode 8 | Aired on 2000.08.30
McManus: Who're you calling stupid?
Querns: Well, if the shoe fits...
McManus: Fuck you.
Glynn: All right, enough.
Querns: [to McManus] Pussy.
Heh. He is, you know. But he doesn't want us to know it, as McManus jumps to his feet and takes Querns to task. But before either has a chance to display his ability for hand-to-hand combat (which, presumably, would entail McManus repeatedly begging, "Don't you think we should share our feelings in a non-violent forum?" while Querns took him down with shouts of, "I sang 'Brick House' for President Carter! And this is a looooong way down!" and bitch-slapping that sissy boy's patchouli-scented hippie ass right into the cold cement floor. Oops. Don't mean to alarm you, folks, but that little fabricated tour through my imagination might have read like fan fic. Damn, I hate fan fic. That might have been fan fic. Sorry), Sister Pete stands up and freaks. Really freaks. She even says "fuck." Because no one is immune to the "look how shocking we can be on HBO. Ooooooh, shocking" quota on this show, even the clergy. Then she says, "I am sick to death of sitting in on these meeting and listening to you people with your petty little egos. The walls are crumbling down around us and all you care about is yourselves!" Then she leaves. She's sad. She's confused. Ray follows. She's crying. She leaves again. Nun on the run.
Cut to an as-yet-undetermined time later, in which Keller shows up at Sister Pete's group therapy session and tells her that he's an addict who wants back in. She deadpans, "I don't want him in this room," and the attending guard escorts him out before I can formulate a damn snarky thing to say about it.
Hey, it's Dr. Nathan. Standing at the entry of the prison, she is waiting for someone to meet her. The gates open and -- well, BONJOUR MA SOEUR PETE! Ca va? Pete is wearing the latest style (read: the 1970s) in bright red berets, and I still can't fully decide if she looks more like a gun-toting WWII European warmonger marching to battle or if she's on her way from her visit with Gloria to the auditions for elfin waifs in the Emerald City Theater production of Oliver. Either way, bonjour, bonjour, bonjour! For Gloria, this scene plays strictly as contractual obligation to plug all of the majors into the faux-finale, because Pete tells Gloria that she has received the papers that will release her from the convent, a speech she offers identically to Ray just a few scenes down the line. She worries that when she signs the documents, she will transition from "bride of Christ" to, as she asks, "Christ and I are divorced?" Blossom! That's who she looks like. She looks just like Blossom.