Okay, I have the musical equivalent of Stockholm syndrome. I have come to like the theme music. Commit me now.
Chez Brown. Nina's asking Treat if going to church is going to be a regular thing, and Treat tells her it was an "exploratory mission." Nina says that they have to go Sunday, because that's when the Reverend gives his annual "Hope Speech," and the town fills the church up. Well, I can see where that would be more popular than the "you're all going to hell, sure as shootin'" speech. There are more Baptists than Methodists, right? Ephram makes his adorable presence known, and then Nina exposits further that the reason everyone goes is that the Reverend picks a person who he thinks "best exemplifies hope within the community," and everyone wants to see whom it will be, although Irv has won it the last three years. That doesn't exactly jive with the town's attitude about Irv and Edna's coupling, but this is my last Everwood recap, so rather than bitch about Continuity screwing up his job, I'll just go join him in the bar after I hit "send." Ephram gives Treat a permission slip to sign so he can go on a field trip to some silver mine. Nina goes to take Sam and Delia to school. Do they go to the same school? If so, why don't we ever see them together? Although I think they've had at least four different actors play that role already (and another this fall), so maybe it's cursed, like the drummer position in This Is Spinal Tap. Which I'm going to pop in in a few minutes if this episode doesn't start picking up. Ephram sensitively tells Treat that he doesn't have to go on the trip, as he knows the day is Treat's and Sue Ellen's anniversary. Treat tries to play it off as no big deal in his usual way, but no one's particularly buying, so I suggest you start warming up your "Damn you, Berlanti" waaaay in advance.
Establishing shot of Treat's office. The Reverend, who now would put the most crater-faced high-school sophomore to shame, is telling Treat that his condition has happened before, and he went to a specialist in Denver, who couldn't find any allergic cause, despite extensive tests. We see that sitting to the Rev is the fabulous Melinda Clarke, who we assume is his wife. Damn, Rev. The Rev goes on that all he wants is to get rid of the hives before his sermon on Sunday. Treat says that he can prescribe treatments for the symptoms, but they have to try to figure out the cause. At that, Lady Heather gazes balefully at the Rev, and I hope we're going to have a helping of the full-on bitchery that Ms. Clarke has mastered, because it is truly a treat to watch. Treat figures out that they already know what the cause is, and the Rev stammers out that it only seems to happen when he and "the wife" are intimate. Yes, he referred to Lady Heather as "the wife." I'm surprised he's still in possession of a sex drive at all, if you take my meaning. Lady Heather snarks that on the rare occasions when they attempt to "get it on," the Rev's condition is the result, and that was the case the morning before the last service, although "it's not like the mission was accomplished." I think Lady Heather is being purposely crass here in an attempt to make the Rev uncomfortable. And I can therefore say that at least one mission has been accomplished. Treat asks Lady Heather if she's using any new health and beauty products, and the Rev cuts in that she nearly bought out the local beauty store. And she looks fabulous, Rev, so why don't you put some calamine lotion on your face and SHUT UP. He goes on that Patch suggested an elimination technique, but there's not enough time before the sermon. Treat tells them to abstain from all physical contact until the sermon, and in the meantime, he'll go over their files with Patch. Lady Heather snarks, "No rush." The Rev looks ill. Heh.
High school. We seem to be in geology lab, where the teacher is telling the class to split up into groups of four to research the rock formations found in silver mines. I remember trips like that. From college. Going to high school in Manhattan was rather different. Ephram nervously asks Amy if they can be in the same group. Bitch #1 (Kayla) is like, uh, no, but Amy shuts her down, saying they can all do it together. Justin (Wendell) asks to be the fourth, and Bitch #1 is like, UH, NO, but Amy again shuts her down. Bitch #1 gasps in frustration. She is so going to kill Bitch #2 for dropping this class. ["And while I like that Ephram is friends with Bright now, I kind of want to kill Berlanti for dropping Wendell. Yeah, so he had to film a movie with Cute Guy God -- so what? Wen-DELL! Wen-DELL! Wen-DELL!" -- Sars]
Treat and Patch are eating together at Mama Joy's, at a table. Give up the ghost, Patch -- he's your boy crush, just like Amy said. Anyway, Treat is reading an article in the Pinecone handicapping the race for the Rev's pick, which is ridiculous, as Patch points out. Treat notes that Patch is a long shot. Patch: "Thank God! If the man ever picked me, I'd have to euthanize myself." Hee, although I don't buy that for a second. Patch hands over the Rev's file, and says that the only thing to which he ever had an allergic reaction was some distant cousin of tetracycline. Treat wonders if Lady Heather could have taken that antibiotic. Patch: "Not unless she's livestock." Well, again, keep in mind that the Rev did refer to her as "the wife." Patch goes on that he did everything short of test every single product in her bathroom. Treat suggests they do just that, and they can make the night of it. "I'll buy the wine." Is it me, or is that a date? Well, it would be, if Patch agreed, but he says he's otherwise engaged, and mumbles, "Dance classes with the wife." Well, that's still pretty bad, but I'd opine that Patch would at least have the courtesy and sense not to refer to Rose as "the wife" in front of her. We'd definitely be upping Everwood's male soprano population if he did that. Treat: "You know if I say nothing right now you owe me one?" Hee. I'll say. Patch says he appreciates Treat's reticence, and leaves. Yeah, they're in love.
Treat gets a call at home, from a "Minnie, at West Village Travel." She says she's been trying to locate him for days, and that she has his tickets. Treat doesn't know what she's talking about. Anyway, turns out Sue Ellen booked their anniversary trip before she died. Treat, sounding lost, says his wife must have made them. Minnie apologizes for ruining the surprise. She tries to recover by perking, "But you are not gettin' a destination out of me, no matter how hard you pry." Sniff. There's nothing worse for a fragile emotional state than the kindness of a stranger. No matter what Blanche DuBois said. Treat debates coming clean for a moment, but tells Minnie that they're in Colorado now, so she can send him the tickets there. Poor Treat. As goofy as it is, how can you not want to see his smile?
Treat's office. He's got a bunch of beauty products in front of him as he tells Lady Heather that the tests will take a while, so he could stop by her house after he's done if she doesn't want to wait. Hee. That would be a great porn setup. "Lady Heather, your husband's allergic to the perfume you're wearing. I on the other hand, find it strangely...arousing." Bamp chicka wow wow! Lady Heather sniffs that she doesn't think the Rev is allergic to anything on the desk. "He's allergic to me." She explains that she's been on an all-chicken diet, and she's lost thirty-five pounds, and she looks and feels great. "Don't I look great?" She's leaning over his desk at this point, although not at an inappropriate distance. Treat, for his part, valiantly tries not to look down her half-open blouse. Valiantly, but not entirely successfully. He agrees that she looks great, but she tells him that the Rev doesn't care, and that all he wants is for her to go back to being "his dumpy old Reverend's wife." One look I don't think Melinda Clarke could pull off is "dumpy," so it's probably best that we haven't seen her until now. She goes on that they went to see Gretchen the last time she was in town. At the mention of Gretchen's name, Treat grins so wide that you can practically see down his throat. Never had your tonsils out, I see, Treat. Lady Heather says that Gretchen told them that their emotional paths had diverged, and basically, she agrees. She wants to live her life, and being married to the Rev is like pushing a boulder up a mountain. Well, that's the gist, anyway. She asks Treat if he was married a long time, and Treat tells her it would have been twenty years today. Lady Heather bets that he never took Sue Ellen for granted. Treat, somberly: "I wouldn't take that bet."
Oboe of Patch's Wacky Subplot of the Week. He puts a disk into a laptop, and a woman's accented voice welcomes him to "learn to Salsa now." Hee. Patch moves some furniture out of the way. The woman exhorts him to allow the music to wash over him, "like a sultry breeze." Patch closes his eyes and spreads out his arms. Let the non-stop chortling commence. Patch tapping. Patch spinning. Patch's stethoscope flying off. Patch making an impromptu dance partner out of his lab coat. Patch not immediately noticing when Louise knocks on the door and pokes her head in. Patch embarrassedly pulling himself together as Louise gapes. Recapper giggling like a lunatic. He asks what she wants. Louise: "I...I forgot!" She leaves. Hee. Poor Patch. He didn't look half-bad, for his first time, either. ["...That's what Treat said! Thanks, I'm here all year." -- Sars]
Hospital. Amy is shown in to see Colin, who's watching TV and bitching about how much the Broncos suck this year. That year would be the square root of negative one, by the way, if you haven't caught on yet. Amy can't believe he's awake. He holds out his hand, and tells her he heard her talking to him when he was in the coma. He tells her that he couldn't speak, but all he wanted to do was tell her he loved her, and he should have told her that day at the lake. The look on Amy's face would only be complete with some cartoon hearts and flowers. Anyway, of course it's a dream sequence, and we cut to Bitch #1 telling Amy that her cell phone won't work in the mine. No offense to Colorado, but based on the general service I get when I leave big cities, I can't believe the thing works anywhere in a town of 9,000. It'd be so much cooler if everyone walked around with ham radios instead. Mostly because the term "ham radio" is funny. Amy runs outside to check her messages, completely blowing by Ephram in the process. I ask this immortal question: What else is new?
Rose bustles into Patch's office with some special shoes that the "pros" wear for dancing. Patch tells her that he's not going, as he doesn't have the time or the interest. Oh, Patch. The sharks are circling, and your words are like bloody chum. And you're about to be bloody, chum. Rose asks if he can't go for her, but he condescendingly tells her that he's getting too old for "frivolous pursuits." Rose stands up. "'Frivolous pursuits.' Like ironing your shirts? Making your bed? Raising our children? Sweeping out the garage?" She goes on that while she loves the life they have together, she doesn't love things like cleaning toilets, but she takes the time to do them because she loves him. And also, I'd guess, because she doesn't want to sit on a dirty toilet seat. Patch at least can stand up. Most of the time. Her point, anyway, is that she gives up a lot to make their marriage work. "Now what do you give up for me?" Patch doesn't answer, and Rose says she'll go by herself, and storms out. Her boots are made for walkin', and that's just what they'll do. One of these days...oh, wait, they just did.
House of Hives. Treat is doing something rather painful-looking to the Reverend's back with a needle and thread, as the Rev stands hunched over his laptop. I've recapped in quite a bit of physical pain myself, so I can sympathize. He explains that he likes to be near the laptop, in case a thought strikes him. Hey, we know you've got TWoP minimized in the background. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Treat suggests a stupid rhyme, and Lady Heather laughs and says the Rev should get Treat to write the sermon. "At least he's got a sense of humor." That one's going to leave a mark. Not that anyone will notice at this point. Treat tries to make his exit before things get ugly, but he hasn't broken the sound barrier yet, so, too late. The Rev says they can sleep in separate bedrooms from now on, and Lady Heather asks if that's a threat or a promise. The Rev can't believe she's saying these things in front of Treat, but Lady Heather says she talked to Treat about all kinds of things that morning. "Doctor Brown doesn't think I'm crazy, he thinks I'm beautiful, don't you, Doctor Brown?" Treat looks like he's playing Russian roulette and everyone else in the game has gone already. And of all the ways Treat pictured spending his twentieth wedding anniversary, I'm betting this wasn't in the top ten. Anyway, Treat survives the question by saying Lady Heather looks great, and Lady Heather tells the Rev that other men want to have sex with her instead of breaking into hives at the thought of it. The Rev counters that those men don't have to watch her starve herself and pile "all that junk" on her face, "trying to look like somebody you're never gonna look like anyway." I've not got a lot of sympathy for the Rev's attitude here, I have to say. Treat tries to calm them down, but the Rev asks him to leave, saying that there's no need for further tests. Lady Heather leaves the room in tears, and the Rev breathes, "We're done here anyway."
Mine. The teacher gathers the students around and tells them that the main road back to town has been closed due to a storm, so they all need to line up at the pay phones and tell their parents they're going to be late. Well, I'm glad to see most of these kids don't have cell phones. Service issues aside, I'm not convinced that tons of families could afford the sort of monthly plan a high-school student would require. Ephram tells Amy that it sucks since he was supposed to have dinner with Treat, and mentions the anniversary. Amy's sympathetic, and asks how he's handling it. Ephram: "Well, he's no longer talking to her like she's still here, so I guess that's a step in the right direction." And once again, the expression "one day, we'll look back on this and laugh" takes a bow.
Someone who's not laughing, however, is Treat. Ephram calls him and tells him how he's stuck at the mine. Treat wonders if he should hold dinner, but Ephram says they're not going to leave until nine at the earliest, and I'm sensing that this mine isn't exactly a stone's throw away, not to mention the wet roads. Treat cheerily says it's a good thing he didn't start cooking, and he'll see Ephram when he sees him. Ephram knows bitter resentment even when it's wrapped up in false cheer, and emotionally tells Treat there's nothing he can do, but there's only so long Treat can keep up the act, so they hang up. Treat looks around the kitchen miserably, and then walks over to the dining room table, where there's a package, ostensibly from the travel agent. He pulls out the contents to see that the trip Sue Ellen booked was to Florence. He looks about as sad as I've ever seen him on the show, which is really saying something. The camera pulls back for a long shot as he puts his head in his hands. The Piano Of Oh Cruel Fate, Why Do You Mock Me? plinks mournfully into the commercial break.
We cut to Treat in the local bar, and who can blame him? Drowning your sorrows is underrated. Sometimes the liver's stronger than the heart. A familiar voice cuts in: "Are there no safe havens any more?" Oh, they can have their date after all! Patch orders a Scotch, and as that's what Treat's drinking, he notes they have more in common than they thought. Patch: "Make it a gin and tonic." Ooh, playing hard to get. Treat notes that Patch skipped his dance class. Patch sniffs that Rose only signed them up to make a point, and Treat wonders what that might be. Patch: "Oh, who knows? That I'm boring, or stodgy, or she's the fun one. I know, you wouldn't think she'd have to struggle to make that point." Hee. Treat remembers that Sue Ellen signed them up for a dance class once, and he didn't go either. "I worked on Christmas, I worked on New Year's, I worked on Thanksgiving, I was even working when Ephram was born." He goes on that the only time he and Sue Ellen were alone was the one week a year they took to celebrate their anniversary. Patch sympathizes, but Treat says he was an idiot. He asks Patch if he's ever been to Florence, and the answer's no, although it's on his "list." Treat fondly says that he and Sue Ellen spent their honeymoon there, lending the trip they were going to take even more significance. Sniff. He tells Patch he should take Rose there. Patch, slightly taken aback by the personal nature of and intense need behind the statement, allows that perhaps he will summer. Treat tells him he could run out of time, and to hang on tight to Rose. The bartender asks them if they'd like to hear the "late-night specials," which are all variants of free-range chicken. And just like that, Treat solves this week's MEOW. And he wouldn't have done it without drowning his sorrows. I think someone owes that bottle of Scotch an apology.
Amy's cell phone rings, and she answers it expectantly. It's a man who tells her he's Colin's nurse, and he's doing well. "He's sitting up right now and singing the greatest hits of N'Sync." While that might be believable for Bright, it's apparently not for Colin, as Amy's face shatters. A couple of goons laugh from the nearby pay phone. Ephram goes ballistic. He grabs one of the guys and shoves him into a wall, and keeps railing at him until the teacher breaks the whole thing up. Swoon. But really, I know just about everyone's fair game in high school, but I thought Amy and Colin were, like, the two most popular kids in this small school. Would people really be this cavalier about Colin's condition? I don't know.
House of Hives. Treat barges in and tells them that the antibiotics in the chicken Lady Heather has been eating is what's causing the Rev's allergic reaction. They stare at him like he just sprouted a second head. Well, that'd just mean more of the Treat smile. Lady Heather informs him that they're getting a divorce. Treat's so desperate to get them to change their minds, you'd think the Rev and Lady Heather were his parents. Which, if genetics had their way, would make Treat a fabulous-looking blind man. Lady Heather, who's not too broken up about the whole thing, says she has to finish packing, as she'll be wanted on The O.C. soon. Treat begs the Rev not to make this decision tonight, but the Rev, not unkindly given the circumstances, asks him to leave. This is what happens when you run out on dates, Treat.
Mine. Ephram finds Amy brooding somewhere. Ephram takes a seat to her, and wonders what it would be like to work down there and never see the sun. Buffy: "I feel like I've been living down here for the past four and a half months." Oh, I'm sorry, that was Amy who said that. I got confused, with the all-about-me-ness. Amy says that she spent so much effort just trying to make the surgery happen, and now that it's over, she can't convince herself that it was even worth it. Ephram flatly tells her it was. Amy continues that her friends think she's crazy as she sits around waiting for some sort of -- "miracle?" Ephram asks. "You should. I hear they happen every once in a while." Sweet as cherry pie, this one. Now let's get as wild as Friday night -- at some point when you're legal, Madison. (It's a joke. Spare me the emails about Colorado's age of consent.) They sit uncomfortably for a minute, and then Ephram asks Amy what will happen if Colin wakes up. "You and I become total strangers?" Amy earnestly tells him that she's shared more with him in the past few months that she has with anyone in her whole life, and he's the only one who's been there for her. Well, that's nice, but since you just equated the last few months to a permanent midnight, I don't blame him for wondering if you're going to completely throw him over. She goes on, "If there's any miracle in my life right now, it's the fact that your dad looked on a map and of all of the places, decided to move here." They look intensely at each other, and then, FINALLY, they kiss. In fairness, Amy does pull away very quickly, and says that they should get back and check if people are boarding the bus, although I'm sure Ephram wouldn't mind the two of them being stuck in the mine. Amy runs off, and Ephram's all, "What the fuck have you done now, Brown?"
Stormy weather. Church. Treat enters the darkened house of worship and sits in one of the pews. He looks up as he says that eight months ago was the last time he knew life was worth living, and that all his dreams died with his wife. "I wake up every morning and wish I was still asleep." He goes on that he's lost his joy. "I don't complain to you, I don't ask for favors, I don't whine about fairness, and I never believed that you owed me anything. But I am telling you right now, I have got nothing left. I used to have a gift. Now everything I touch, everyone I touch is just as broken as I am." Hang on -- tissue break. Okay. He goes on that he's no good to anyone, least of all his kids. "I thought I knew what you needed from me. I thought I knew what my life was about." He voice breaks as he admits he doesn't know anything. "You gotta help me. Please. Please give me my joy back!" He collapses, sobbing. Okay, that's the saddest I've ever seen him on the show. From around a corner, the Rev listens. I'd think that was really creepy, but I don't know how else they could have achieved the conclusion they wanted, so I'll let it slide. Besides, the man's wife of fifteen years was packing her bags. He probably needed to get out of the house.
Bus. Amy's sitting alone, but when she sees Ephram get on, she has Bitch #1 sit to her. Not only is it contrived that she wouldn't already have been sitting there, but Amy's actions should totally look suspicious to Bitch #1. Not that she cares, of course, which puts her in good cold-hearted bitch company. Ephram takes a seat to Justin, who gets his second of three lines this episode. Amy's phone rings, and this time it's for real: Colin's awake. Justin asks Ephram if he heard that. Ephram puts his earphones in his ears. That's a "yes," Justin.
Patch follows an irate Rose down the stairs the morning. She snits that she has a "Planning Committee" meeting, but he begs her to wait a minute. Patch says he's sorry for how he acted about the dance class. Rose: "No you're not. You just don't want me mad at you any longer because it's uncomfortable for you." Patch, you might want to start using *66, because this woman's got your number. She goes on that every time she tries to suggest they do something new, he pooh-poohs it like she wanted them to "go to a key party and become swingers." Hee. Patch admits that he's scared, and that he doesn't want to change. He goes on that the whole town thinks he's a stick in the mud and she's the best thing that ever happened to him, and they're right. "I just keep waiting for you to wake up one day and agree with them." Rose tells him to listen up: Her affection for him will always outweigh her frustration with him. "Despite your asinine comments and your insane shenanigans, I grow more in love with you yearly." Patch emotionally tells her that he loves her immeasurably, and she makes sense of his "silly little life." They embrace. Aw. Now get out those shoes and dance the merengue!
Chez Brown. The family's eating breakfast. Treat asks Ephram how Amy's doing, since he knows that Colin woke up. Ephram, with a surprising lack of bitterness, says he doesn't know, but she's probably at the hospital already. Treat warns that Amy doesn't know what she's in for. Considering what Amy learned in that documentary about comas she said she watched, I can't believe she's so unprepared for what's about to happen. On the other hand, she's about to get a richly deserved payback for the way she just treated Ephram, so I can live with it. Schadenfreude trumps believability, I always say. Ephram puts a shopping bag on the counter and shyly wishes Treat a happy anniversary. I'm glad this is my last Everwood recap, because the preventive insulin injections I've been taking are really starting to bug. Treat thanks Ephram, who tries to tell him the gift was Delia's idea, and once again, no one's buying. He goes on that they were going to give it to him for Christmas, but it seemed like he needed some cheering up now. Boy, and he didn't even see the church meltdown. I knew Ephram's Bitter-O-Meter was functioning perfectly. Ephram, still uncomfortable with any display of affection or gratitude from Treat, leaves the room before Treat can open the present. When he does, we see that it's an old-style doctor's bag, distressed leather and all. Awwww. Delia comes back in and asks where the bag came from. Now clear that the gift is from Ephram alone, Treat gives us a thousand-watt grin. Aw, Ephram gave Treat back his joy! Physician's son, heal thyself.
Hearing a car horn, presumably Nina's, Treat takes Delia to the door, outside of which he finds Lady Heather. He invites her in. It's not too late for the bamp chicka wow wow, you know. Although the thought of Treat in a porn flick is just one big giggle-fest, if you're very twisted, like I am. Anyway, Lady Heather says she'll only stay a minute, and she's leaving town, but she wanted to make sure Treat didn't blame himself for what happened between her and the Rev. I don't know why he would, other than his whole control-freak nature, but having been married to the Rev, I can imagine she can read that particular personality trait pretty well. Treat apologizes for crossing the line the night before, and tells her he has issues about people choosing to end their marriage. Yeah, I think I might have gleaned that from the way you were on your knees wailing, "Oh, God, anything but this!" Well, just about. Lady Heather says she and the Rev want different things now, and they can't go back, although sometimes she wishes they could, because frankly, she's scared. She says her goodbyes and starts to leave, but Treat stops her and hands over his travel package. She asks what it is. Treat: "It's where my life began. Maybe you'll find what you're looking for there too." I'll ignore the obvious fact that she's not going to be able to use the tickets, since they're not in her name. Instead, I'll point out that if Treat's really against Lady Heather ending her marriage, perhaps sending her on vacation to a country where a woman as beautiful as she will have seventeen male suitors by the time she gets out of the airport isn't the brightest idea. But it's a sweet gesture nonetheless.
Hospital. Patch tells Amy to be prepared, as Colin can't talk yet, but Amy can't wipe the goofy grin off her face. She enters the room to find a nurse fiddling with Colin's IV. The nurse invites her in, and tells Amy to feel free to speak. Amy starts in about presents she wrapped and pictures from last summer she brought. She doesn't talk about bubbles that are soooo about to burst, but she should. Colin's expression brings one word to mind more than any other: Codeine. Amy asks the nurse if she's sure he can hear her. She's all, "Mm-hmm!" Her level of concern is one I'd normally expect only from the DMV. Amy asks why, then, Colin is looking at her like she's the subject of an X-Files episode. The nurse tells her that memory loss is common, and Colin may have to start from scratch. In other words, he might never remember the time he stole your My Pretty Pony, Amy. Faced with a possibility for which she clearly should have been prepared, Amy gives Colin an extremely baleful look. Boy, if this is how you behaved when you were going out, maybe it's better Colin doesn't remember you. You might have a better chance of dating him again. Amy tosses the presents in the garbage. Nice. I mean, she's disappointed and confused, and that's fine. But her boyfriend is feeling a thousand times her level of confusion, not to mention a fair amount of physical pain, I'd imagine. She could at least have behaved herself long enough that she didn't make him feel worse. Since she didn't, I have no sympathy for her when she cries in Patch's arms. Instant karma's gonna get you, Abbott.
Church. The Rev, who's face has healed nicely now that his harlot wife is in the arms of half of Florence, starts his sermon about community. Oh, hi, Irv and Edna! Glad you could stop by. The Rev says that community allows us to lean on each other when we need to, and this week, he leaned on someone in the community, as his marriage came to an end. Everyone gasps like he just announced he's converting to Unitarianism. One woman behind Treat looks particularly aghast, and actually points to the program to illustrate that this revelation wasn't in it. Intentional or not, that was hilarious, and if the director threw that in on purpose, I tip my hat to him or her. The Rev rather bitterly goes on about his loss of hope for the future, and then says that in his darkest hour, he came to the church for solace. Instead, he found a man who was even more desolate than he, who sought comfort and found none. Treat looks somber. The Rev: "I say to this man today, I cannot fix your broken heart. I cannot mend your weakened spirit. What I can do is pour the love of this community into your wound, as your own faith was a healing salve unto my own." That's not supposed to sound dirty, is it? Anyway, the Rev picks Treat as his symbol of hope. Everyone's stunned, no one more than Edna and Irv. Hee. He's not first in the opening credits for nothing, dears. The Rev finishes: "Come together as a community, and help this courageous man find what he came here to seek. Peace. Joy. Hope." A good beard trimmer. Everyone gets to his or her feet.
Outside, Rose congratulates Treat, saying she thinks the Rev made a fine choice. Ephram asks Amy where Bright is. Good question. Can you believe Bright wasn't in three of the eight episodes I recapped? That's as much of a gyp as fat-free cheese. Also, why is Ephram even talking to Amy? Well, he gets another lesson here, as he asks Amy if she got to see Colin, and she completely ignores him, instead asking Patch if they can go eat. Rose suggests Mama Joy's, and Delia pipes up that that's where they're going. Treat suggests they share a table. Everyone looks to Patch for the snarky comment. I've said this before, but he'd fit right in on our staff. However, he's in a magnanimous mood, as he assents. Everyone walks off happily, save Ephram. Have you ever seen someone walk in the fetal position? You have now. Ephram, SHE'S NOT WORTH IT. You'll do better with the other Abbott kid. Trust me.
And that's it. I am thrilled to have had the opportunity to recap this show, and I hope Berlanti/Liddell keep new episodes coming for a long time, so we can keep reading AB's thoughts on our favorite fictional town. See you.