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Daniel: B | 309 USERS: B-
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She's Only Fatal When She's Dancing

By Daniel | Season 1 | Episode 18 | Aired on 2009.04.28

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A louche-looking sort gets ready in his loft apartment (paid for by the money he made inventing "Another Youniverse," maybe?) for an evening on the town while the All-Exposition, All The Time News Team fills us in on a gruesome murder by Boston's Pier 7. "All we've been told is that a body was found mutilated by what might have been a hunting knife," says the reporter on scene. We're clearly supposed to get the sense that we're in the lair of the killer, given his interest yet lack of concern regarding the killing, as well as the big knife he folds up and puts in his pocket. But we know that there's a twist coming, and it's not going to be too hard to pick it out, provided you have at least five functioning brain cells. Along with his knife, our Presumed Serial Killer grabs his keys and condoms and heads out the door.

Outside a busy club, Buddy's cellphone rings. "Hello, beautiful," he says, in a slight English accent, and the woman on the other end is all, "Where have you been? Did you get my message?" And the evil murdering foreigner invents some lies about being at a conference, and catching up on his sleep, and turning off his phone. "Hey, come on, now. You're starting to go down that road again. Before you know it, you'll be all upset," he tells her, when she seems unconvinced, and he blames this on having more to do with all the miles between them, and "all that dreary weather you're having in Portland." He says she'll feel better when she gets back tomorrah, and he'll cook for her. She says she'd like that, and he lies about having to go have dinner with "these insufferable suits from Hong Kong" like she can't even hear all the loud club music in the background. "I hope it won't be too awful," she tells her poor boyfriend. "You never can tell," he says, totally scoping out his next victim because HE'S OBVIOUSLY THE KILLER. And he walks inside, passing the club's star logo on an outside wall.

So inside is like the one club left in the world that still plays Bauhaus, which gives way to She Wants Revenge, while our hero scopes out all the pretty people dancing under the flashing lights. One blond beauty standing by herself catches his eye, and she gives him a look, so he makes his way over. "You know what's funny? Before I came in here, I thought I was good-looking," he tells her. Ugh. She gives that the eye-roll it deserves while still seeming to appreciate the compliment. Then he gets all real with her by saying that he can tell she's his type of girl. "How do you know?" she asks. "I know these things," he says, his voice getting all husky. But before he can finish seducing and, you know, KILLING her, her boyfriend shows up, and Buddy gets all deferential, all "Cheers, mate," and slinks off. So he finds someone else. A brunette, dancing by herself, eyes darting all around the club. "I can tell you're my kind of girl," he says, not at all freaked out by the fact that her eyes are Smurf-blue. Look out, next victim and totally not the actual killer!

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