So Stevie Nicks finally showed up to play us a few songs on the Academy’s piano and inspire Misty. Fiona was the one who brought her in to realize Misty’s own personal episode of FANatic, though the reasons are not entirely clear as of yet. What’s important is that Stevie sounded great, and that her doting on Misty enraged Madison so much that she buried Misty (and her boots) alive in the nearest vacant mausoleum slot. Madison is convinced she’s the Supreme, and she has a whole host of new powers (and an absence of her former heart murmur) to prove it. She also continues to wear an enormous faux fur coat on the balmy streets of New Orleans, so there’s ample proof that she should be committed at this point.
Marie and Fiona have indeed teamed up to take down the ancient order of witch hunter investment bankers, but this week they stopped short of sending the feds their way. Fiona’s getting weak, and it could be any young nubile female’s fault. Well, it’s no longer Nan’s, because after she showed some new and interesting powers (RIP Patti LuPone yet again) Fiona and Marie drowned her in a bathtub and sacrificed her partially innocent soul to this show’s dumbest character yet: Lance Reddick dressed as a cokehead reggae demon from a Rob Zombie movie. He is the one who made Marie eternally young; she didn’t do it for herself after all. All our feminist dreams are dashed against the rocks. Fiona asks for the same deal Marie got, but he denies her, claiming he doesn’t make deals with people who don’t have souls. Fair enough.
As for Cordelia, Fiona is having a ball being a smug bitch about being right about Hank. She backhands her, screams at her and generally treats her like shit. She even tells the reggae demon she’d kill Cordelia for him if he could make her young. Fiona’s a stone cold bitch, and this show is in no kind of mood to let you forget it.
So everyone’s going full-blown psychopath except for Zoe, Delia and Misty, so who knows who the Supreme is at this point. No Kyle or Kathy Bates this week. I hope they got away to somewhere beautiful together.
Mindy Monez wants to know what happens to flawlessly distressed vintage boots inside a mausoleum but is scared to find out. You can tweet with her @garnisheater.