Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: A+ | 2 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT Picture This
By Jacob Clifton | Season 2 | Episode 9 | Aired on 08.09.2011
Aria: "That's interesting. I am interesting too."
Emily: "...Right, and we're done with me. Did you have another bizarrely on-the-nose dream? Try this on, it's a theory I made up just now. When people show up in your dreams it's not because they want something from you, it's because you want something from them. Doesn't that sound plausible? As a psychological theory?"
Aria: "I love Ezra. From his grocery-sack headgear to his mumblecore lovemaking to his Peter Cottontail footie pajamas."
Emily: "Plus you know Jason won't put up with your shit."
Aria: "Plus that."
Emily: "Because he's got problems of insanity, and also because he's not a pedophile that's obsessed with you and willing to put up with anything to feed his fetish..."
Aria: "-- Got it, Emily."
DOWNSTAIRS
Byron: "Who was that on the phone?"
Ella: "Mike's guidance counselor. Apparently he's been burning out the eyes of every picture of every person in Rosewood and then pinning them to trees, and he's killing small animals now too. The word 'ritualistic' was used."
Byron: "That kid, I tell you. Somebody should really straighten him out."
Ella: "Is this the weekend? If so, why did that person just call me? And if not, why are we all fucking around in our pajamas in the middle of the day?"
Byron: "I am going to barrel upstairs and yell at him without finding out what's wrong."
Ella: "Maybe you should chill. Apparently it's my fault."
Byron: "Well, that's faulty logic for real."
Ella: "And yet, any attempt we make is going to alienate him. Children have all the power, and parents are just waiting for the day they figure it out, because it is the apocalypse. That day has come."
Byron: "No, I'm pretty sure my impotent deadbeat rage is going to get him back in school and doing great. Where is he?"
Ella: "Literally anywhere. He could be anywhere."
(He stomps off; she remembers a little of why she left him to begin with.)
Mike, ah goodness, Mikey is under the covers staring at a perpetual motion desk-toy thingie and listening to the snow get closer. Byron, get out of there!
Byron: "Mike, it is time for fathers to father children!"
Mike: "I am not interested at this time."
Byron: "But I am parenting, goddammit! We are doing this on my schedule!"
Mike: "Can you not see how deeply crazy I'm going right now? Cut me a break?"
(Mikey stares deadeyed into the void; it's heartbreaking.)
Byron: "Oh, you mean you are going crazy. That is immensely hurtful to see. I am going to lay off in a big way, okay?"
(Swish, swish goes the snow. It is really dang sad and scary. This has been building for so many weeks and suddenly it seems just huge. This is really well done, this. Going back for weeks.)