Episode Report Card Heathen: B- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Escape From L.A.
By Heathen | Season 3 | Episode 6 | Aired on 12.01.2003
The time is 06:52:32. Spawn's still around, Kontagious Kyle is still weepy, President Palmer is still nursing a broken heart, and Kiefer is still Kiefering his way through danger and potential tragedy. All is as it should be.
Palmer leaves a meeting to steal a moment with Dr. Anne. "Is everything okay?" she worries. Palmer soothingly says that he just had to make a couple fast decisions he couldn't make onstage. "Everything's okay now," he says. "It's just damage control." Dr. Anne wrings her hands and apologizes for the stuff with her ex. "I can't believe Keeler would repeat those lies in a national debate," she frets. Um, hello? Is she new to the world? Palmer insists that they're going to win out because they didn't sink to his level. "I'm more concerned about you," he purrs. She smiles that she's fine. "Yes, you are," he grins, pulling her in for a kiss. Brother Palmer appears to prefer it when Palmer's tongue is inside his own mouth, so he interrupts this moment so that he can have a snit fit. He wants Palmer's response to the Dr. Anne allegations, and says that the quick polls are showing on-the-fence voters as having leapt into Keeler's backyard. Dr. Anne explodes. "That's ridiculous," she rants. "Once they find out Fred is lying…" BroPalm is like, and how do you suggest we achieve that? "This is politics and not medicine, so do me a favor and stay out of it," he snaps. "Stay out of it? I AM IT," she spits. Palmer breaks up the fight and booms that Dr. Anne is there to stay, and so is their strategy of not dignifying this with an answer. I seriously can't believe this is such a catastrophe when you consider all of Lady Mac's shenanigans. Bringing a bomb into the country? Oops! She was just trying to help. Fabricating test results? ROT IN JAIL, YOU FUCKPUNCHING HUSSY. That's sound logic. BroPalm sidles up to Palmer and says, "David, we need to talk about this right now." Palmer levels him with a cool glare. "Right now, it's 'Mr. President,'" he says. Wayne's taken aback. His skin is smoking, so harsh was that burn. He backs away.
Dr. Anne bites her lip and admits that even though Brother Palmer is a prissy asshole, he might have a point. She gently suggests putting their relationship on hold until after the election, at which time she ostensibly thinks the president can get away with dating someone of questionable integrity. She's probably right, too. Palmer hates this idea. "First of all, that won't resolve anything, and second, I need you," he wheedles. She peers up at him, sighs like she's put-upon or something even though he's being pretty understanding here, and says, "Then I'm right here." They hug. "That's my lady," Palmer smiles. Oh Lord. Never attempt sweet nothings, Palmer. It's not you. From afar, BroPalm shoots them a poisonous look.