This thing would've been up last weekend, but I was sick with what I'm pretty certain was Ebola or something in the same strain-family as Ebola, and also Gilmore Girls (shut up) arrived on NetFlix so that's been eating away at my entire existence taking up some most of my time (I said, shut up). So, here it is. Perhaps not the most inspired of posts (are they ever?) but whatever.
In which I get to dissect an episode about police brutality against a black youth who's armed only with a pitiful bouquet of flowers and a tub of strawberry yogurt. So...this shouldn't be awkward and uncomfortable in the slightest. Can we go back to finding new ways to describe the decaying prairie dog corpse residing on top of Emily Valentine's head? No? Okay then. Let's get squirmy.
We open at House Of Walsh, nighttime.
Inside to the Living Room Of Walsh where a bunch of Adult Randos who fell straight out of 1982 are convened and sitting on folding chairs and looking at...something.
Which turns out to be this guy, standing at the front of the group, looking at his wristwatch.
Brandon and his trashy hair and Brenda, with her reasonably cute sweater and Vulvodynia Jeans, stand in the doorway and judge all the Old Timers. Rightfully so, I believe, given how all of them are dressed.
And then Rando Guy launches into, "Believe it or not, that was 90 seconds. Not a long time by any means, but certainly long enough for any garden-variety criminal to rob your house; rob you bat blind! It's not my intention to frighten you! I'm simply trying to point out that in that same 90 seconds, an armed guard from the West Beverly Hills Patrol would've been at your doorstep!" and dude needs to calm the fuck down and work on his presentation skills (or cut down on the coke) because he's like, shouting at everyone and coming across like a real bossy prick. So basically, he's coming across like Brandon.
Cindy, Jim and some biddy sit in the front row and nod in approval. Side note: Cindy looks very pretty in this scene. Not that you can tell from this still. But she does. Trust me.
So Rando Guy says, "Before I take any questions, I'd like to thank our hosts of the evening - also they are our newest subscribers - Jack and Candy Welsh."
That was...GLOOOOOOOOORious. As is Cindy's Cut A Bitch face.
As Rando Guy chuckles like some kind of sweaty sexual deviant and the crowd of Old Timers applauds, Jim and Cindy turn around and Jim clarifies, "It's Walsh. Jim and Cindy Walsh."
Later, Rando shows Jim the ins-and-outs of the Walshes' newly installed alarm system. Brandon and Brenda walk by making faces and Brandon condescendingly mutters to his father, "Well, now we can sleep at night." Jim mutters back, "Huh, don't get me started, this was your mother's idea," because he apparently thinks the man standing RIGHT NEXT TO HIM WHO WORKS FOR THE ALARM COMPANY HE'S CURRENTLY DISSING can't hear a single dickish word he's saying.
Cindy, meanwhile, has her hands full with the biddy, whose name we find out is Mrs. Cooper. Cindy's talking about being another "block captain," because it will make her feel important in society and she won't have the need to knock back a bottle or three of Sutter Home white zin every afternoon (I'm paraphrasing). Mrs. Cooper talks about some Lieberman's in the neighborhood whose house was recently broken into in broad daylight, as well as the some dude with the last name of Kaplan who has a bunch of yapping dogs. And then she asks Cindy if she knows of the new people who moved into the old Walker house. Cindy's all, "What are they like?" and Mrs. C. tells her, "Colored." Hahaha, just kidding. She merely chortles all racistly and says, "Oh, you'll see."
