So rather than leave it for the end, I have to mention that the show has been pulled from the November sweeps schedule. The current plan, as I understand it, is to air three two-hour events starting the first week in December (thanks, Fox, guess I'd better get my Christmas shopping done before then) which will leave three episodes of the thirteen ordered. Don't know if those will also be burned off on the network or will be relegated to the Web, but regardless, the chances of Fox ordering any more new episodes seem nil to me. I'm glad at least that the more talented principals got to showcase their work in twenty-six episodes instead of only thirteen, but I guess this day was inevitable. Small consolation that this is certainly the best episode of the season and one of the better efforts of the series, but dwelling on it isn't going to make the recap go by any faster. So:
We open on an unfocused shot of Topher sounding somewhat damaged as he tells us, "I was just trying to help her" twice in succession. I'd say, given who we're dealing with, that that sounds like a bad idea on general principles, but the fact that his face appears to be covered in blood kind of obviates the sentiment.
Cut to a close-up of Sierra taking a Polaroid picture on, I believe from the vaguely artsy abounding denizens, Venice Beach, and it's nice of the show to give its crew a chance to get some air every once in a while. Not that I'd want to drive the truck back to the Fox studios during rush hour, but at least they're not in the Valley. Anyway, it's one year ago, and Sierra, or "Priya" as she was called back then, is assisting a large woman of color peddle her costume jewelry in exchange for the large woman of color assisting her with peddling her paintings, or something. Also, Priya's still Australian, which she emphasizes by sassing Queen Elizabeth II, and this tickles the large woman of color, because as sassy as women of color are on American television as a rule, they don't often get to point said sassiness at royalty. Speaking of which, Costume Jewelry Woman sees probably our least favorite person in the Dollverse, Vincent Ventresca, approaching, and refers to him as a "prince," and I was going to say that further proves she knows squat about royalty, except then it occurred to me that if you looked at all the princes in the world through all time, the way this guy acts might actually be fairly close to the mean, so I'll give it to her. Priya somewhat tellingly tells Costume Jewelry Woman that Nolan is not her type, but CJW replies that she's certainly his, so we've got the ingredients all ready for "Creepy Stalker Extraordinaire," and we just need to see how the show mixes them up. Nolan comes over with a demure "aw, shucks" hands-in-the-pockets walk, and he buys one of the paintings she has out, apparently not for the first time by a long shot. She self-deprecatingly asks what he's doing with all the pieces, and he tells her she's a collector and the "real deal," and shouldn't be selling on Venice Beach "with all this novelty crap." This earns him a reproving side-eye from Costume Jewelry Woman, but I bet if she knew his true disgusting nature it would make her feel better. In a very narrow way, that is. Priya tells him she needs the cash, which I find hilarious given that she obviously didn't feel the need to defend her stand-mate's tacky offerings, and then whispers that she also doesn't have a work visa, which isn't the kind of thing she should be volunteering, I don't think, but he merely smiles before asking if she'd be interested in doing a painting specially for him, a big one "that will cost a lot more money." At this, Costume Jewelry Woman pipes up that he's "loaded," too, because while she may have terrible taste in both jewelry and men, she is still sassy. Priya, the prospect of a large cash infusion starting to overwhelm her better judgment, asks if he had something specific in mind, and he replies, "Yes. You." with such a lack of finesse that I'm surprised he doesn't punctuate the thought by licking her face right there. He recovers, though, to amend it to the desire for her to do her "thing," and adds that maybe he could even arrange a show for her. Priya definitely looks rather intrigued, and he gives her his card and takes off, and as we follow him, we hear CJW all "Hoo-wee, you hit the jackpot, girl!" I hope if Priya ever goes back to selling her stuff on the beach, she gets a pimp with better judgment.