The episode begins with a prolonged close-up of a nameless smoking hot blonde (interrupted by a pan to her rack). Blonde, sophisticated, well-dressed and well-coiffed with a mischievous wink. Then we see her in the shitter.
But that’s OK too, as she is using the alone-time to practice her “o-sounds” for later that night. Someone enters the restroom and cuts off the light. When the blonde complains, the stall door flies open and she is attacked with an axe.
Roger is driving home and stops to help a woman whose pickup has broken down. Because a) it is raining, b) the buses have stopped running for the night, c) Roger owns a nearby cabin, d) his marriage is on the rocks, and e) the stranded motorist is Brooke Shields, he offers his cabin to her. But mostly “e”.
Tipping his hand a little, Roger stops off at a small store in the mountains to buy some oysters. This doesn’t strike me as a place that would have fresh seafood, so maybe he is going for mountain oysters. Maybe they do stock oysters, because this log cabin of a store also carries Cristal Champagne. The clerk — the always fun Michael J. Pollard — catches Roger up on the local news — a stolen truck and a woman hacked to bits in a restaurant.
At the cabin, Brooke puts on some fancy clothes. Downstairs, Roger says he wants to put something on her that belonged the Catherine the Great. I was thinking a saddle, but the kinky stuff comes later. It is a necklace.
Over dinner, he asks her why she stole the truck. She says she stole the truck to come looking for her cheating husband and that she “took care of” the bimbo. Seconds later, Brooke is tying Roger’s wrists to the bedposts. Darn the luck, his wife shows up before he can do any rogering, so he hustles Brook out onto the balcony.
The ending is a nice couple of twists and backed by soaring opera that gets crazier and the story gets crazier. It is all over-the-top good fun as TFTC should be. There is a minor quibble with some logistics involving the door, but why dwell on that?
Michael J. Pollard really has nothing to do, but just showing up makes the episode more fun. Perry King starts off solid and ends up great. And Brooke Shields has always been misunderestimated — she’s just great here as the flannel-wearing thief.
This is a good one.
Post-Post:
- Title Analysis: Good episode, but another pathetic title — unless the girl practicing her orgasms in the restaurant bathroom was named Dawn.
Last week we began at the Bureau of Scientific Investigation; this week we begin at the similarly generic Department of Agricultural Research. As they both seem to be located in the Capitol, we can assume they are up to no good.
Nicki thinks that is unlikely and complains about the seats Kramer got — not near enough to the front for her. She is clearly using the old fool for the gifts, but is at least honest enough to say this to his face.
Nicki returns and tells Kramer he was crazy not to go to work with Nelson. After all, she says to his face, it would enable him to buy her more gifts. He asks Nicki to travel with him, maybe even get married. She warns him that anyone marrying her would have to have a lot of money as she has expensive tastes. She continues to taunt Kramer about his age, his lack of employment, his experiments — at this point, I was wishing this was an episode of 
Lane and Nelson learn that Boston, New Haven, Baltimore and now Philadelphia are now underwater, and not just from corruption and lavish government pensions. They can’t quite figure out what connects them. I wonder . . .
The police interview anyone who knew him. Sadly, they begin with Nicki who I hoped had been liquefied. His landlady correctly speculates that the death of his niece set him off. Lane rants that Kramer must be found or we risk the entire earth being submerged. “This is a manhunt that must be successful! Our world is drowning!” The episode closes with stock footage from various floods.
Before watching: Airing as the 2nd half of the episode that began with A View Through the Window, there is just no way this can’t suffer by comparison.
He hikes up the side of a mountain. Well prepared, he 
Later Elwes is fishing, Dennehy interrupts him to offer some tips on fishing. He also offers several ideas on what is wrong with the country. Again, there is nothing explicitly threatening, but Dennehy is just so intrusive and overly friendly. He tells Elwes about the serial killer that has been terrorizing the town. He also mentioned that he found tracks of the bear. Inexplicably, he also says that a bear has the exact same 
This is the one.
As with all windows, this one gets more interesting when there is an unsuspecting hot babe seen through it. A woman in a 19th century dress only slightly less conservative than a burka strolls into the yard. Darnell is transfixed by this hottie who can neither see nor hear him, just like his wife. He continues watching as a young daughter shows up and the family is frolicking in this pastoral paradise. With his binoculars, he is able to see that she has no ring — so possibly a young widow living with her father.
On a technical, level, I appreciated that the camera mostly kept its distance. The family was usually observed from afar as Darnell watched from outside the barrier. If there were close-ups, it was because a family member approached the barrier, or was observed through binoculars.[2] This maintained the other-worldliness of the situation and also illustrated Darnell’s detachment. He was clearly grafting himself into this happy scenario. Not being able to interact or hear them, the fantasy was perfect, but impossible.
And then it ends. Awesomely. An ending so excellent that I hope I can forget it and be thrilled by it again some day. They could have gone a few different ways, but they NAILED IT!
My first inclination was to post a JPG of the old Monopoly Free Parking tile and close up shop for the day. I always knew I’d get to an episode of something that was so mind-numbing that I just couldn’t go on — I just thought it would part of 
They retire to their gentleman’s club for a drink and to meet with their friend Koslow to discuss 
His wife is a little more sympathetic and reminds her husband how they were broke themselves just three years ago. So they go.
When Jeanie was 10 years old, Lila summoned Bragner and he came so quickly he still had the operatic clown tears on his face. Lila asked him to take a dress to Annabelle. Jeanie is a spoiled brat and throws it on the floor. When he went back to Lila, she was dead.