Back at the Dead Doggie Duplex, Adriana comes home to find Christopher passed out on the sofa and yet another clever clip running on the TV. She rolls her eyes at his obvious royal highness, and grabs Cosette's leash off the table in preparation for a nice afternoon walk TO THE MORGUE, that is. She frantically searches their surprisingly small one-bedroom apartment for a moment before finally spotting the motionless lump of fur peeking out from beneath her fiancé. She shoves him out of the way, but it's too late. Cosette has already gone to that big fire hydrant in the sky. "I fell asleep," reports a befuddled Christopher. "She must have crawled under there for warmth." Heh! He cradles Cosette's corpse in his hands for a moment, and I'm moved to realize that somebody in the prop department spent as much time lovingly sewing together a dead dog doll as they did recreating Joey's severed head last week. That's got to be a very interesting job some days. Adriana flips out and starts screaming at Christopher, blaming the whole thing on his "fucking smack fuck lifestyle." Damn. Who wrote that line, Alan Ball? She stomps into the bedroom to cry in peace, and yes, she is wearing a leopard print shirt in this scene.
Episode Report CardAaron: B+ | 624 USERS: B-
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