Lots and lots of screaming in this second-to-last episode of Damages, plus some questions get answered, some loyalties are tested, and one all-purpose remote control joins Uncle Pete in that big living room couch cushion in the sky.
At least Pete can change the channel now.
It's William Hurt, once again in the kitchen. Don't worry, I won't subject you to another stilled YouTube image from The Big Chill. But that won't stop me from singing "Ain't Too Proud to Beg" throughout the entirety of this recap.
So Danny Purcell is cracking eggs and taking names, cooking up a nice breakfast for his daughter. Speak of the adolescent devil, in walks Erica, voted in her yearbook as the eighth grader to be most completely unaffected by her mother's murder and father's subsequent arrest. She asks if she can take the dog out for a walk, and Purcell agrees. Just don't talk to strangers, and don't drink any water labeled "From the Clear Mountain Springs of West Virginia," okay?
Erica and her dog play in the yard, carefree.
Skipper learns what happens to most four-legged creatures on this show, makes mental note to contact agent.
Then the dog runs away from Erica and starts digging a hole near the lake. "You find something?" Erica asks him. Geez, woman, give the dog some time to dig, wouldja?
Purcell is scraping eggs onto plates when Erica walks back in. "Look what he dug up this time," she says, holding up a badly charred object. Purcell looks at it. 5 ½ MONTHS EARLIER. We see Purcell digging a hole in his yard. He sets fire to an object and throws it in the hole. We see, through the flames, a silver television remote control. Look, Purcell, I'm upset about the outcome of last week's American Idol too, but there's no reason to be so dramatic.
RIP Samsung Remote
2004-2009
Gone but not forgotten
After the credits, Purcell is pulling up into his driveway when he spots a ginormous limo already there. He gets out of the car and heads to the house, where he finds Erica joking around with Walt Kendrick. Purcell's all 'how many times have I asked you not to let a minion of Satan into this home? Go to your room!'
But seriously, Purcell's pissed that Kendrick's there. He says that what he did to Busty was unforgivable. Kendrick says he had no choice. "By the way, I always wondered - how is she in bed?" Classier and classier, this guy is. "I have nothing to say to you, asshole, get off my property," Purcell replies. Don't need a much better comeback than that.
Kendrick is worried that Purcell is going to back down from their deal. Purcell says he held up his end, but people are still getting killed in West Virginia. "People get killed all the time, Danny," Kendrick says. I'm pretty sure that excuse for murder won't hold up in court. I don't know as it's ever been tried, though, so good luck with that.
Kendrick says now is not the time to start looking for redemption. He walks away,
then turns back, saying, "it was a real pleasure to meet Erica." Not a direct threat, but the implications are still there.
Ellen is sitting in a conference room with Judge McGluttony Smarm. Ellen says that Patty is looking for reassurance - she wants to know that certain key evidence will be permitted in court, even the defense objects to how it was obtained. "Based on past transactions and mutual concerns, Miss Hewes is prepared to extend herself should the need arise," Ellen says. That's pretty vague, but I'm pretty sure Ellen just said Patty will offer up a BJ, should the need "arise."
"That kind of request is highly unethical," Smarmy Judge says. I'll say. And yet, I doubt the good judge is getting any other kind of action these days. He nods. "Let Patty know I'm flexible," he says. Dirty, dirty.
In Patty's office, Tommy is handing over a list of the GPS coordinates that Finn Garrity took from the Cadillac. He sent them to a numbers guy to decode them, but so far no luck. Then Tom's wife calls on his cell. He talks to her for a minute, then looks at Patty and Ellen. "Is it safe to eat blue cheese when you're pregnant?" Both women give him blank stares. Ellen pretends to think about it, but is actually having the following inner dialogue:
Did I have three mimosas with lunch, or four? Damn, lost count. Looks like I'll have to start back at zero.
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