Lingering shot on the entrance to STARBUCKS COFFEE, inside of which Montana sucks down the remains of her frosty, delicious beverage and blocks the cue cards hanging just over Elka's shoulder and out of the camera's gaze, at which Montana stares intently. Get your bait and your boat, sister...it's time to fish, because the compliments are biting. Montana: "Who in the house do you feel you're closest to?" Elka deadpans it: "You." Montana volleys back, "It's sad to me that you say that you feel the closest to me. Our relationship is not that good." Don't feel too concerned, Montana; when you're not the one asking, I'm pretty sure Elka's answer varies pretty wildly. Elka doesn't think that Montana cares about her anymore, and Montana wants her to know "that's not true," continuing, "If I got anything out of being here, it was my friendship with you," pulling out that old trump card that my high-school friends and I tossed at each other when we couldn't fucking stand each other right before we graduated: "When you get married, I will be there." Which, translated, means nothing more than a glorified, "The next ten years are incidental. Call me when you need a blender." Actually, that's not true. It's not even a glorified version of that. It's just that.
This next line needs its own page. Its own recap. This line needs its own site, called MightyBigThisLine.com. It's that good, and it's from Elka: "Montana has turned out to be a more sensitive person. Now, she may be a feminist. And she may not be a virgin. But, y'know, there are a lot of things that we have in common. I suppose." That sentiment is so complex it needs its own dance step. Israel and the PLO have forged more believable public truces. On TV, the Pope digs abortion with more reckless abandon than that.
Jason posers into the firehouse, posing to Kameelah, "You're gonna go to dinner tonight? 7:30?" Kameelah tosses up The Big Round Brush Of Passive-Aggression (this week: Kameelah discovers gravity! In two different scenes!) and whispers that she doesn't want to go. Jason tells her to go. And so she goes. Montage of Sean really proudly leading his charges out the front door of the firehouse like he just invented dinner, and we're back inside of Artu seen last by the culinary faithful in Episode Two. Kameelah brings her camera inside to capture this experience that, five minutes ago, she thought was too odious even to attend. I find their configuration around the table interesting, so here it is (clockwise): Elka, Kameelah, Jason, Sean, Montana, Syrus, Genesis. Elka toasts to "five and a half months of memories." So today they were there for five and a half months. Elka's confessional tells us that this was the first time for a lot of things that happened to her, most notably among them, "It was my first time living with a gay person and having a relationship with one." Chick-a-wah-wah. Get a load of that, Elka's Dad.