Scene setting: McGee’s apartment, circa 2 AM, where soft jazz music and a mug of coffee aren’t doing much to fuel his writer’s spark, as drums his fingers on his ancient typewriter without writing. After much contemplation, he types “A.” He stares broodingly for a bit longer, and then tears the sheet out in frustration. Because…yes, that was a truly horrible piece of writing. “A.” I could barely stand to read it, it was so bad. /sarcasm. He feeds the nearly pristine sheet into a very noisy shredder, where it joins many, many other sheets of paper, so I guess McGee doesn’t mind waste in the name of his craft.
After another moment of contemplation, he comes up with a far more profound piece of writing: “The.” See? It’s three times better! Then someone knocks on his door, so he abandons the writing all together and goes to answer it. The person on the other side is a squat, middle-aged man demanding, “Open up, McGee!” McGee complies, and the man greets him by saying “BZZZZZT!” McGee tries to figure out if they were in the middle of playing Taboo, when the guy clarifies that all he’s been hearing all night is that damn shredder. Well, actually he hypothesizes that McGee might be electrocuting sheep, but close enough. McGee apologizes and says it won’t happen again, which of course means that three seconds later, he decides “The” is not profound enough either, and feeds it into the shredder without thinking. Another knock on his door makes him wince. He opens it again and instantly apologizes, but instead of his neighbor, a young woman with mussed-up hair (whom we will shortly learn is his college-age sister, Sarah, so let’s just get that out of the way) is standing there, shaking and crying. “I think I killed someone, Tim,” she blurts, and we see that her hands are covered in blood. Tim just stares, horrified. Flash to credits.
When we return, we can hear the shower running as Tim – who will be “Tim” for the rest of this recap so as not to confuse him with Sarah McGee – paces outside the bathroom, anxiously asking if she’s okay. Sarah snaps that he asked her that 30 seconds ago, “MOM!” He points out that she’s been in there for over an hour; she rhetorically asks how long he’d be in there if he was covered in mystery blood. Not a bad point. Also, I’m curious why the neighbor is annoyed by the sound of the buzzing shredder, but apparently has no problem with the sound of water running through pipes for an hour in the middle of the night. In my experience, that sound can quickly become aggravating.
Anyway, Tim makes her recount her night. Huffily, she repeats that she was out with friends watching some crappy band, and the next thing she knew she was at his door covered in blood. “You left out the part where you said you killed someone,” Tim replies. She freezes. “Tim, that’s not funny,” she says quietly, upon opening the door. She doesn’t remember saying that, and Tim immediately suspects that she had too much to drink. She lies and says she hasn’t had any, “I’m under 21, remember?” Ah, but the fake ID Tim found says she’s 22. She rolls her eyes, snatches it back, and finally admits that she had a few drinks.
Well, that was stupid, says Tim (in nicer words). She’s a slight young thing, and can’t handle her liquor. The last time she had a few drinks, she painted “bitch” on Katie Hutchinson’s garage. Hah! I totally love her already. Sarah defensively says she’d have done that sober, as said bitch had stolen her boyfriend. That’s beside the point, but good to know.
Tim’s cell phone rings and he casually disconnects the call from Ziva. His sister doesn’t notice, as she continues, “besides, I barely even touched my second beer, I remember because I had to--” She breaks off and we go spinning into a brightly-lit, blurry flashback – fuzzy and patchy, snatches of scenes from what looks like a food court, neon signs advertising pizza and beer, some friends calling her name, and ending on a textbook of “English Literature” whose clothbound cover looks like it was printed in 1960. Apparently her school hasn’t heard of the Norton Anthology’s constantly updated editions.
Another piece of the timeline fills in; she remembers that after the concert, they went to the food court but she left early because she had to go to the library to study. But that’s all she knows. “Why can’t I remember?” she asks pathetically. Tim theorizes that someone could have slipped her something, but she disabuses him of that notion instantly. “No! Smart Girl 101, you don’t take drinks from guys you don’t know.” Still, he says they should get a urine sample, and hands her the first mug within reach (which I sincerely hope he never plans on drinking from again). She looks at it for half a second, then gives him a spectacular look of disdain. “I can’t pee in a mug with a picture of Grandma on it.” He nods and goes to get a different one, but on the way, he picks up his cell phone and starts to dial. When he says he’s calling the police, she understandably freaks out, because things don’t look good for her right now. Also, police rarely believe the “amnesia” theory. Tim just says he’s a federal agent, and he has to notify authorities. “I didn’t come to a federal agent!” she shrieks, and then calms down. “I came to my big brother,” she pleads softly, stepping closer and searching his expression. He looks conflicted, but does not finish dialing. Aww! I want Tim to be my big brother!
Over yonder at that place for which the show is named, Ziva informs the bullpen at large that McGee is still not answering his cell phone, pager, or MySpace IM. I didn’t even know MySpace had IMs. Tony is just amused that McGee is on MySpace at all, and continues his attempt to hack into his calendar. Gibbs orders her to keep calling, but Ziva resists, citing the time she was kidnapped and framed by the Iranians when she was late for HOURS before anyone even noticed. Not that she’s bitter or anything. Also, as a random aside, she’s wearing a really gorgeous cream-colored turtleneck sweater that nicely offsets her hair & complexion.
Gibbs simply says “you’re not McGee.” Tony cracks the calendar and notes that there’s no doctor’s appointment, but he does take time to mock the fact that he sees a personal trainer four times a week and also has an appointment with a Harley Davidson dealer. “Either he’s won the lottery, or he’s got a sugar daddy.” No one responds to this, as Gibbs gets the bat signal and they head out to a crime scene involving a dead sailor at Waverly Campus. DUN DUN DUN!
As everyone grabs their stuff, despite the fact that they haven’t yet found McGee, the director sails in. “I did,” she says brightly, blocking their path. “Or rather, he found me. Sent me an *e-mail* saying he was sick.” Tony and Ziva exchange glances. Gibbs does his best to ignore her. “I bet he sent you one too,” she continues sweetly, staring him down. Gibbs resignedly goes back to his desk and hits a single button which pops up his recycling bin along with “You have 63 unread e-mails.” Including one from McGee, copping out of work due to laryngitis.
One of the things I love about this show is its attention to background details, so I’m going to list the other letters/senders visible on screen.
1. NEWSLETTER MID SUMMER -- Team
2. Files -- sue
3. more – naptime. (seriously!)
4. Fwd: Rome rate spreadsheet – Gayne1024@com
Pretending being shown up doesn’t bother him at all, Gibbs shoos his underlings out before passing Jen himself. “Hm,” he shrugs, breezing off. Jenny snickers behind his back.
Back in the apartment, we establish that he e-mailed instead of calling because, you know, he can’t talk. His sister is impressed. “Have you been saving that one for a comic book convention?” By declining to answer, he implies that’s true, but steers her back on track. He’s using aerial maps to block out a visual of her timeline. 10 PM-2:30 AM are unaccounted for. Sarah smiles and says she’s actually impressed if this is what he does at work. Tim smiles bashfully, but before he can pretend to be humble, she finishes, “State the obvious and make pretty pie charts?” They banter back and forth, and he challenges her to do batter. Seizing his NCIS cap from the hook and settling it on her head (Tim rolls his eyes. His costumes are so much better), she lays out three theories.
Having already dismissed alcohol and drugs, then given the blood on her hands she assumes she’s repressed some kind of traumatic event. Laying even more groundwork for fanfic writers who are determined to install McGee’s sister on the team, she notes her brand new shoes are muddy but not scuffed, meaning she didn’t walk the 5 miles to his apartment. Transportation? Well, somehow, she remembers that she had $14 when she left the food court, and now she only has $2. Cab fare that distance is $10. Bingo! She took a cab. “And that’s our first step. Find the cab driver and ask him where I was, and then we find out what happened.” The triumphant glow at figuring this much out fades a little as she realizes that she might not *want* to find out what happened.
McGee picks up the lead now, quickly determining that she left from campus and therefore took a registered cab; he can track the list of routes and figure out which one was which. He turns to get Sarah’s opinion, but she is fast asleep in the chair.
Waverly University, home of some VERY! PEPPY! CHEERLEADERS! They’re practicing a routine, counting out the 5-6-7-8 beats but not actually chanting any kind of cheer. The one in charge yells out that this is Waverly, not the XFL (which…kind of doesn’t make sense, because football season is over, and on second thought, they should be practicing inside, because it’s basketball season now). “Save the pole dancing for your boyfriend.” I would make some kind of snarky comment about how cheerleaders never act slutty at all, but at my high school, they actually were pretty innocent. All the sluttiness was confined to the danceline. And my college doesn’t even have cheerleaders, so I really don’t know. Am I digressing?
Quick cut to an inept looking campus security guard standing around with his hands in his pockets as McGee (this is the seventh time I’ve reverted back; I give up) drives up in a small, sporty looking little car. The guard, seizing his chance to look important, jogs up and tells him he’ll have to move his car out of the passenger-loading zone. McGee flashes his badge and says “don’t think so,” but the guard insists “you don’t want to park there.” McGee throws some more attitude, but the guard clarifies that he just meant, “your people are on the other side of the quad.”
McGee’s Expression: “Guzzuh?!” Spotting Ziva, he starts to look very unnerved, and abruptly dashes back to his car.
And here we are at the crime scene. As Tony takes pictures, he looks interested and realizes, “this is my hundredth body.” He holds the camera out to Gibbs and gets about halfway through asking him to take a picture before he realizes how perverse that sounds. “Sorry. That sounded less disgusting in my head.” Ziva believes him, considering what else is in there.
She continues that the jogger who found the body didn’t see anything, just called the police. She can’t tell how long he’s been dead, but fortunately, Ducky and Jimmy arrive at just that moment. Ducky apologizes for being late, parking was horrible due to homecoming. Which: the latest homecoming my high school or college ever had was the first weekend of October. November is the time of playoffs. Seriously, have the writers been to college?
Ducky muses that he thought McGee would have beaten him up here. He’s confused when Gibbs says he’s not here, since he thought he saw him in the parking lot. Tony points out that geeks like him are a dime a dozen on a college campus. Ducky chuckles, agreeing, and thinks no more of it, determining that TOD was 10-12 hours ago.
Having wandered a little ways away, Ziva suddenly calls out that there’s another body. In fact, there are 10 bodies! They happen to be of cute little goldfish, but somehow they’re considered relevant to the crime scene anyway. How do you know there isn’t just a sadistic vandal who gets his kicks out of throwing fish onto the grass and watching them suffocate to death? The only thing I find curious is how ten dead fish manage to lie on the ground for 10-12 hours and not be covered in flies and/or picked apart by scavengers. I will ponder this during commercials.
Back in the apartment, Tim is busy analyzing the blood on Sarah’s shirt. Unfortunately, it comes up human. He stares unhappily at it as Sarah wanders out from the bedroom, with adorably mussy bedhead. “What time is it?” she asks sleepily. Upon hearing it’s after 10, she gets ticked off that he didn’t wake her. She missed her class. He just says he wanted her to get some rest before…he hedges, she presses, and finally he tells her about the dead body behind the Quad – the same place her taxi picker her up early this morning. Flying into denial mode, she abruptly leaves the room and starts rambling that she has to get to the library. She has to study. She has a Chaucer midterm. SERIOUSLY PEOPLE. Mid-terms happen in the middle of October. How crazy long are her semesters? If I don’t get a timestamp soon confirming this episode is set a month before its actual air date, I will *hurt* someone. Tim does an admirable job of not physically shaking her as he tries to pound into her head that she could be in serious trouble. They need to go to NCIS.
“Why, why NCIS?” she stammers. Quietly, he says that the dead guy was a sailor. Looking stunned, Sarah processes this and then spins into another blurry, partial flashback – the Lit book in her hands as the sailor jogs up to her, calling her name. Shakily, she asks if he knows the sailor’s name. He says no. She whimpers, “I do.”
Gibbs and Ziva enter autopsy looking for a cause of death. Ducky shares an anecdote about how much he dislikes informing families about the death of loved ones. He had to do it twice when he was an officer with the Regiment and adds that he prefers actual combat to that sad duty. Call me crazy, but I’d prefer making a phone call to having a gun in my hands. Good thing he’s busy autopsying goldfish at the moment. The insides of the fish just look like a bunch of red mush to me, but no doubt he’ll find something. Gibbs asks for a TOD. No time, but a cause.
Ziva makes a trio of wrong choices – asphyxiation, suffocation, overfeeding? But there was no way she would have guessed it: nicotine poisoning, courtesy of Abby’s tox screen. How that happened is still anybody’s guess. Seaman Petty, however, is much simpler. Sharp force trauma, punctured the aorta. The wound type suggests a combat knife. Since there was no knife at the scene, Gibbs tells Ziva to tell Tony to keep looking. Well, there’s a slight problem with that. Tony went home.
Gibbs has difficulty understanding this concept. Ziva does her best to explain that he was feeling sick (and blaming McGee)… Gibbs repeats, “So he went…home?” He pronounces the last word like it’s a in a foreign language. Well, actually, the director sent him home. Ducky gives a secretive smile and Gibbs shoots him a glare. Ziva looks like she’s really, really hoping not to get yelled at for delivering all this news, and she escapes. Gibbs turns on his heel and starts to stalk out. “I’m not done, *Gibbs*,” says Ducky, quite sternly. “Make it fast, *Dr. Mallard*” he responds. Guess the grudge match is still on. Ducky adds that he had no drugs in his system, little other trauma, no defensive wounds, no DNA under the fingernails. Ziva thinks he was surprised, Gibbs thinks he knew his killer.
Sarah has locked herself in the bathroom again, huddled in the corner with knees pulled up to her chin, crying. Time pounds on the door, asking her to open up and explain how she knows the guy, authoritative and cajoling by turns. “Sarah, I can’t help you unless you talk to me,” he says gently. *squeeze* Tim, I love you.
His tone affects her too; she reluctantly opens the door and comes out, wrapped up in one of Tim’s Holmes-esque trenchcoats. She and Petty used to date, until he started seeing her old roommate. After which she might have threatened to kill him a time or three.
Tim gives her a long, hard stare, making connections. “This is that sailor you were dating last year? (nod) You told me you didn’t like him.” Tearfully, she answers, “What did you expect me to say, Tim? ‘I really liked this guy, and just he broke my heart by going out with some skanky cheerleader’?” Tim’s still having trouble wrapping his head around why she would threaten to kill a guy for dumping her and dating someone else. Demonstrating perfect college-age rationale and dialect, she bursts out with “I didn’t mean it! It was just one of those things you say, you know??” And actually, she has a point. If you just say it, it doesn’t mean much. However, when you put it in writing, especially via e-mail it, that means major trouble. Guess which one she did?
This is getting bad. Again, Tim insists that they have to go to Gibbs, but she’s having none of it – especially when she insists that she’s done nothing wrong, and Tim snaps, “You don’t know that!” Slowly, it dawns on her what he means. She’s horrified that her own brother believes she’s capable of killing someone. In turn, he protests, “Sober, no. But you were drinking. There could have been an accident…” But she’s not listening. He grabs her arm to keep her from leaving; she snarls “What, are you going to arrest me?” Chagrined, he lets her go and leaves to get his cell phone to call NCIS. Naturally, he returns to find an empty room.
Scene change to a dimly lit living room, and a TV which is playing a French movie in which two lovers are busy getting it on. Why, yes! We’re on another date with Tony and his mystery woman! Ill, indeed. Especially if Jenny let him go…this is so tying into my Grenouille conspiracy theory. (FYI: if I am being manipulated into believing that, I will hurt people) Anyway, the pair are snuggled up together on the living room sofa, with Tony struggling to figure out the plot. “I thought those two were brother and sister!” “They are, they just don’t know it yet. Haven’t you been reading the subtitles?” she retorts. Oh, those crazy French. (I think it’s French, anyway). She adds, with a smirk, “so much for being a film buff.” Tony attempts to defend his honor by claiming he could tell her all about German expressionism – sickly enough, I’m in film studies and instantly know what he means – but that’s not really her point, as she muffles his explanation with a hand over his mouth.
She asks what they’re doing, specifically as it pertains to their relationship. Even more specifically, she wants to know why they haven’t gone to the next level. Tony continues to play dumb and speak of film history, so she flatly spells it out for him: Sex. She wants it. She’s pretty sure he wants it. She would like to know why they haven’t had it, especially since they’ve been dating for over a month. Oh my God! A whole month! Well la-dee-dah, let’s call up Taylor Townsend the junior sex therapist to see what’s wrong! Ugh. I’ve suddenly decided Miss Benoit (pronounced ben-wah, which is a lovely French name. *cough* French. Much like Grenouille) is gross. I mean, seriously, a month? I’d barely call that the start of a relationship. I dislike her.
Also, I’m beginning to notice that she looks disturbingly like the Gibbs/Jen lovechild that the computer image program came up with a few episodes ago. And that was not a pretty image.
She continues that he doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who usually waits, and she wants to know what the deal is. If I had to choose, I’d say it’s because he’s dating you for information and he doesn’t want to pull a Natalia Boa Vista and get called on using sexual favors. Failing that, it might be your oddly orange skin, or how your eyes are either too close together or too far apart; something’s going on there. Tony jokes that it might be because she looks like his sister. Oh-ho! Falsehood! She reminds him he told her he was an only child, and asks for a serious answer.
So Tony sobers up and quietly says that he doesn’t want to rush things. Girl, what the hell is your problem? As I previously told Neela Rasgotra (I’m trying for a record number of mentions of characters from other series), when a guy is willing to take things slow, go with it. There is no such thing as too slow. But she only smirks that date 2 is rushing things; date 11 is a violation of the Geneva convention. Hah. Hah. The reference amuses me. Not. Also, that’s it; I’m calling her a skanky whore.
Tony concludes by looking at her very, very seriously, and quoting “‘If you always do what you’ve always done, you’ll always get what you’ve always got.’ And while what I got had its perks…I’m looking for something different now.” I choose to believe this is kind of what it would sound like if he and Ziva ever tried getting serious. Also, his expression just now is very sincere and oh so attractive. She takes this into consideration, then says, “Okay Tony. But just so you know?” I expected her to say something juvenile and immature like ‘I won’t wait around forever.’ Instead she says “Whenever you’re ready, so am I.” Which is worse because it sounds like a line from a bad fanfic. Then she leans over and they kiss. I am jumping off this ship RIGHT. NOW.
Abby lab! Jenny is just casually hanging out in the lab, having a gal-pal chat with Abby as the latter tells her all about her latest date with Mickey. They went bowling, he walked her to her door, said “I hope to see you soon, baby doll,” gave her a peck on the cheek and left. “Short and sweet,” Jen grins. “Oh, he is,” says Abby, clearly relishing the dual meaning of that statement. At that moment, Gibbs strolls into the room. He complains that he’s been looking all over the building for Jen. She just shrugs and says that since they’re low on agents, she thought she’d give Abby a hand. You know, as cute as this scene is, Jen is the director of the entire agency. I have to wonder, don’t the other teams ever get annoyed by how much special treatment she gives Gibbs’ team?
Gibbs grouses back that they’re only low on agents because SHE keeps sending them home. Jen primly answers that there’s no sense in getting them all sick. Yeah, that’s totally believable. And yet, it’s kind of hard to argue with her. For anyone except Gibbs, that is, who is ready to volley the retort back when they’re both interrupted by Abby, who must have spent her childhood dreaming of being a cartoon voice actor. She starts off in her deep Gibbs voice and then changes to a high-pitched feminine tone. I think this might be Jen’s first taste of the Abby cartoon sketch. The 1-woman convo is so hilarious that I have to transcribe it all.
Next time you send one of my agents home, you clear it with ME first, Director!
Oh, I didn’t know I needed your *permission* to manage my own personnel, *Agent Gibbs*!
Last time I checked, the sign said Director on *my* door, not yours.
Going back to her normal voice, she looks pointedly at both of them and says, “The kids don’t like it when Mommy and Daddy fight.” HEE! That’s quite possibly the best line she’s ever had. I don’t mind giving up GAbby when it means Gibbs & Jen. And while Jen has the decency to look a bit abashed by her lack of professionalism, Gibbs just gives her a look and asks what information she got off the phone. Turning it on, she shows 15 missed text messages when the phone suddenly rings. After momentary panic, she puts it on speaker and says hello. McGee’s voice answers, mistaking her voice for Sarah’s. There is a momentary round of confusion for all parties involved, as McGee wonders how Gibbs got a hold of his sister’s cell phone, but Gibbs ends the conversation: “I got a better question for you. What is your sister’s cell phone doing on my dead body?” Flash.
NCIS elevator. The doors open and Tim stares glumly at Tony. Tony grins broadly and waves his fingers. Tim gives him a sullen glare without exiting, and the doors shut again. You see, the elevator is where NCIS agents who work for Gibbs are sent to spend their time-out. “And I thought being sent to the principal’s office was bad,” Tony chuckles. He and Ziva discuss just how mad Gibbs is. Well, considering he was covering for his sister, who was implicated in a murder…not bad, for Gibbs. Speaking of which, the boss suddenly storms his way into the elevator, and the two gossips are shut out.
McGee says he’d apologize, but he knows that’s not an option. Gibbs glares, shuts down the elevator (doesn’t he ever get in trouble for doing that?), and dryly notes that he got his voice back. McGee mumbles about how he knows what he did was wrong and illegal and what have you. Gibbs doesn’t care about that. “Why didn’t you come to me?” Poor Gibbs. Nobody ever comes to him. Except Ziva. Of course, when Ziva came to him, he whined the whole way through helping her, so…
McGee looks away, and says that he was going to. As soon as he saw the body, he knew he had to come clean. But Gibbs means before then. Why didn’t he come to him at the very beginning? AGAIN. I seem to recall Ziva accidentally killing a guy, and him spending the whole episode not looking for any excuse to call her innocent…
Voice cracking a bit, McGee admits that he couldn’t take that chance. She’s his sister; protecting her comes before trusting anyone, even Gibbs. Gibbs gives him a long, eagle-eyed stare, and then flips the elevator back into service. “Apology accepted,” he says shortly, and that’s the final word on the subject.
Meanwhile, Tony is comparing student IDs of Jeff Petty and Sarah McGee (who, incidentally, is a freshman, born October 28, 1987. Well, she’s almost my age; close enough) There are several more pictures of Sarah, one of which, Tony notes in delight, is the one he found on McGee’s iPod. “I knew there was no way she could be his girlfriend! Poor McGee, got the shallow end of the gene pool.” Ziva shushes him as the elevator boys come back into the bullpen. To Tony’s disappointment, McGee isn’t even limping. “Getting soft in your old age there, boss?” he cracks, which under Gibbs' death glare he promptly amends to “PRIME OF YOUR YOUTH, sir?” Apology accepted, Tony.
McGee is disturbed that they’re choosing a picture of her. “Please tell me that’s not for…” he says, looking sick, but Ziva crisply says they need to find her. They’re putting out a BOLO/warrant for grand theft auto. Hey, it’s better than for murder. Still, Ziva names her as the prime suspect, based on the evidence. WITNESS, McGee protests, but is countered on all sides by the fact that she has Petty’s blood on her and the taxi driver confirms she was picked up at the scene. Oh, and the e-mails that Tony recovered, like the one that starts with “You manwhore” and ends with a death threat.
McGee is stubborn, but Gibbs wants to know why she’s running. Answer? She’s mad, scared, and hurt that McGee doesn’t believe her. “Do you?” Ziva asks. McGee repeats that she’s not a killer, but there could have been an accident. Or maybe she was drugged – but Ziva shoots that idea down. Abby ran the sample. Clean. The only other suspect is the cheerleader girlfriend, who also had a taste for writing threatening e-mails. Gibbs orders Ziva to impound the taxi, Tony to track down Sarah (a task he appears to relish), and McGee to go home, because he can’t work this case. “If I go home, how do you know I won’t keep working on it?” McGee asks. Gibbs rolls his eyes, as if to say You idiot, the subtext was that you just can’t *officially* work on it! But since McGee kinda blew that by calling across the bullpen, Gibbs sighs and beckons him to tag along where they can “keep an eye on” him.
Back to college, general…random craziness. McGee surveys the main room full of beauties trying to get geeks to help them with something science-related, while Gibbs interviews the cheerleader in her dorm room. She says that she was supposed to meet him at the food court, but he never showed. McGee is staring in the general direction of one of the science projects. Ignoring the hot girl bent over the table, he points out a part on the device that’s on wrong. It’s not really important; what’s important is McGee looking up to see an empty aquarium.
He rushes back to tell Gibbs just in time to hear the cheerleader tearfully ask Gibbs to make sure “that jealous bitch” Sarah McGee gets what she deserves. Oh no she di’nt! Tim promptly goes on the angry defensive and interrupts the conversation. He looks about ready to start a rumble when Gibbs swiftly ushers him out and reminds him that this is why he was waiting *outside*. Tim apologizes, kicks himself for apologizing, and then tries to distract the boss by pointing out the aquarium.
And there my recap ends. I’m annoyed by this, because I really, really was enjoying this episode and I wanted to keep discussing it. Now it’s a month and a half later, and my memory is fuzzy. So I’ll just skip to the last few important things:
1) Tony went into the director’s office and discreetly talked to Jenny about his love life. And, quite disturbingly, pretty much all of my convictions about the illegitimacy of this relationship with Miss Benoit WENT UP IN FLAMES. It’s apparently real. The relationship appears to be for real, which is so, so, so not cool. Grumble.
2) Yay, Sarah's not the killer! I confess I was just the teeniest tiniest bit worried, but it all turned out okay. She's much too sweet and pretty to be sent to jail. I suspected the cheerleader from the start, of course.
Off to see if I can rustle up copies of Smoked and Driven somewhere...but for now, let's just say that "Smoked" was by far THE BEST EPISODE OF THE SEASON (except for the ending scene. *vomits*) And I want it for keeps.