There may have been a question before, after George threw away Rex's prescription and presumably replaced it. After tonight, there is no doubt whatsoever -- George is one evil, creepy bastage.
9.8
"Superb"
//A lone biker has stopped for some repairs. Dr. Goldfine thinks nothing of it. He passes him and stops to rest on a bridge overlooking a beautiful countryside. His endorphins racing ... his heart beating ... He's never felt so alive.
The hands are on his body. For a split second he is entirely disoriented, and then ...
Falling, falling, falling ...//
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Gabby's friends are on their way. They're going to ridicule her for becoming pregnant, and even her attendant questions her worthiness to wear the double-zero designer dress, until she determines to starve herself. She clearly wants to carry this child to term like Anjelica Huston in "Addams Family Values." Her struggles to get into the dress were fun, as were her interactions with her new gardeners -- and that unfortunate rrrip.
She greets her model friends and the first thing they say is "YOU'RE PREGNANT!" And they laugh and giggle and carry on and one assumes are all wonderfully fun, and ...
She's //way// outgrown them.
It's hard to imagine Gaby was ever one of them, tho. She's been so driven from her opening scene. She was mature enough at least to know what was making her life with Carlos so unhappy, but was still immature enough to deal with it the way she did. She's grown up a lot by this episode.
It was kind of like in "Angel," seeing Gunn in "That Old Gang of Mine." His perspective had changed so much in a season fighting alongside Angel and Co. that when his old friends showed up randomly slaughtering demons he couldn't reconcile it with his new outlook. The standard juxtaposition of "old life/new life" is always a cool way to gauge how characters have developed.
Bree suggesting she, Lynette and Susan have been a good influence on her was only part of the equation (and Gaby's dismissive comment was only perfunctory -- she knows it's true). Gaby's had a lot of opportunities to really get to know herself, maturing from a young woman to a wife, the kinds of emotional investments she's made. Also, seeing the ultrasound really made an impact, although she was still ready to squash it flat for the sake of vanity.
Her interaction with Bree -- The Woman of the Ever-Ready Needle -- was warm and deeply satisfying. It made me appreciate the Gaby character quite a bit more -- which was a shock of realization when we came to the end of the episode, and her discovery of Caleb in her home. I really hoped she'd be OK. I'd like to see her in designer maternity wear.
It's such a shame that Juanita couldn't live to see the day. I think she'd have more appreciation for her these days as well.
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//His knees, calves and then his ankles clear the stone railing fixed in place to guard his life, falling, falling, falling ...//
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Lynette and Tom confront a puzzle. A couple so mortified by their sexcapades that upon discovery, they were contemplating flight from the neighborhood -- but whom the Scavos still want on their good side.
Once they agree it's a perfectly healthy celebration of their marriage, the discussion of production values and set location and the discerning eye of the auteur makes it just a little too unignorable for them and they can't handle it.
Well, to be perfectly honest, these two need to get a room. I mean, one with a lock on it. Their kids shouldn't be accidentally coming across these DVDs, and their reaction was entirely appropriate. If the twins could discover that one DVD, there's no reason to assume they couldn't find all of them, and those two needed to keep that material for their very private enjoyment.
One wonders how many such tapes were available after the NannyCam went up at the Scavos.
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//Now in a chill panic, his fingers clutch at air and space as he tumbles through nothingness, falling, falling, falling ...//
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Betty's secret is most assuredly out, although the alert status was difficult to discern. Caleb killed Michelle (was it?) because she was a "bad person." It's hard to know what earns that ranking. Gaby mostly fell because she was fleeing -- it seems Caleb had a chance to do something to her and didn't.
The yard-to-yard search turned up little by way of evidence, but Josh's discovery of Danielle was certainly an unexpected surprise. Until we saw her, I'd completely forgotten that we had not seen her for awhile. And her flirtation was absolutely jaw-dropping. That girl is ready for love, and she knows Josh is damn' near perfect in terms of objective physical beauty and iron-clad guarantee of driving Bree around the bend. Between Danielle and Josh and Andrew and Justin (was it?), one wonders which of her children will drive her to the loonybin first.
I did not understand, however, how Caleb got out. They'd been locking his door not just dependably, not just religiously, but scared religiously. How it came to be open is entirely beyond me. It felt like a plothole large enough for Caleb to walk through.
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//As forces foreign to his experience induce omnidirectional vertigo, he glimpses a final vision of his assailant receding from him rapid as flight, and the psychotic hatred glowing in his eyes ...//
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Susan's breakup with Mike Delfino is grist for Edie's mill, but what's insane is that she was allowed to feast in the presence of Susan's otherwise supportive friends.
I didn't get a chance to comment on last week's episode, in which Susan's storyline cut a jagged razor through my heart. As deeply as Mike feels for Zack, that's the protective instinct Susan feels for Julie, and Mike knows what Susan's been through with this kid, and that Susan's instincts are entirely rational, after the home-invasion, after the stalkery, after the hostage standoff, after the gunplay. The image of Susan in her mother's wedding dress crying, screaming after Mike's angry tail-lights was heart-ripping and a good place to leave her going into this episode.
Mike throwing away her homemade valentine in front of her was evil, and she's quite appropriately numb. I so caught that fight between Karl and Edie, and when it blossomed into a late-night reunion over far too much alcohol, I was thinking that although he's entirely untrustworthy, Karl and Susan are really cute together.
One night of the best sex ever wasn't going to change the world (I saw the situation from Julie's perspective instantly -- she knew what Karl had done to Susan and how it had hurt her). But the fact that he holds onto that picture of Susan meant he would never belong entirely to Edie. Edie handing it back to her was a gesture of triumph.
Y'know, I'm very proud of Susan that she didn't throw Karl's assessment of their night together as "the best sex ever" into Edie's face, and I'm proud, shocked and frankly amazed that Susan didn't turn the hose on her. I really am.
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//... as with sickening finality, the screaming fear attending his descent was silenced upon an impact witnessed with brooding and outproportioned hatred by the isolated figure on the bridge above.//
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Bree was just going to a yard sale.
After one weekend of passion -- the one first time, zonked out on wine and antihistamines, that she could allow herself to be close to him without //breaking into hives// -- he's bought her a house, introduced her to his mother and proposed marriage.
She was going to a //yard sale//!
The creep factor on this guy is off the charts. The engagement party with its attendant discussions of her reproductive health and George's latent homosexuality, the complete lack of conversation concerning minor details such as, oh, hey, do you really want to be raising more children at this stage of your life ...
George did not need to murder her therapist to be creepy. Murder is as easy as breathing for him now. George needs a sturdy prison cell with thick, thick walls.
And I was almost tearing up. I'd asked the question, "Wait a moment -- is Dr. Goldfine single?" He seemed like a good match for Bree if he could negotiate her various neuroses. She'd be a daily psychological adventure for him and I was sure that'd be a good match.
Gone.
George, you evil, evil bastage.
I get him. He's dealt with the pain of rejection all his life. He's resentful, he's suspcious, and if Bree marries him there would always be the question of when is that entire closetful of shoes gonna drop.
But killing the therapist doesn't in any way resolve the very present underlying issues (in his case, the issues of "Psycho Home Monthly" archived neatly throughout his brain and dating back to 1963 -- "Bedwetting and You -- It's All the Government's Fault"). Dr. Goldfine identified symptoms Bree needed to resolve to be comfortable with him. That would ultimately have been helpful.
His paranoia is officially boundless.
Oh well -- maybe box seats at the opera are enough at this stage in her life.
Perhaps with season tickets to "The Rape of Lucretia," "Salome" or "Oedipus Rex."
Gotta say, George is one balls-out psycho murderer now.
Hope Bree finds out in time.
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If you can't tell, I //really// enjoyed this episode. So much going on, all of it good, and all of it deeply satisfying. Well done, people!