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It's
late — Leon comes home very drunk. He tries
to give Ella a "kissy-kiss," but she pushes
him right off the bed. Meanwhile, Malachi comes home to
the amulet and a note from dear old Dad. And where is
Dad? Outside, smoking and brooding as usual.
Lighting
a candle — Thelma is touching flame to wick;
Malachi shows up and knows just what she's doing.
Malachi:
"What was she like? You knew her; I didn't.
And now I've lost them both. Who else can I ask?"
And
then Thelma remembers Cassie, and is all broken up. Malachi
susses the truth:
Malachi:
"Were you in love with her?"
Thelma: "She was half my life."
Malachi: "Poor Thelma. And
she went off and left us both."
Thelma: "She hasn't left me."
Malachi: "Oh yes she has. Sooner
or later, everyone leaves."
Oh,
all the existential angst. I'm not talking about the dialogue:
the background music is horrible. But then I do start
to pay attention:
Malachi:
"You're just like me. Alone and palely loitering."
Thelma: "I am not like you."
Malachi: "Maybe. I guess she
didn't love you enough to die for you. You're right,
you're not like me. You're a sad little dyke, getting
her rocks off hanging around girls who can't even see
you."
Thelma
leaves. I wish I could too. Did he really say 'palely
loitering'?
The
lockers — Thelma is wearing silly sunglasses.
She tells Ella "don't look; just listen," and
says Malachi almost had her going, but then she "woke
up and smelled the prophecy."
Thelma:
"So finish your breakfast and get to work,
or I may have to kill him myself."
Ella
tries to attack Malachi in his room, but he says he gets
to choose terms — he's checked the rules. His weapon
of choice is a pair of 18th century swords forged for
the king of France.
Malachi:
"No armour."
Ella: "Oh, bring it on."
High
noon — Ella and Malachi face off at the
church while Leon and Thelma sit at Medenham and stare
at nothing.
Ella
seems to almost win, but Malachi's got a dagger in his
boot — luckily, Ella's got an extra blade of her
own.
With
her dagger to his neck, Ella starts to recite the words
she's supposed to recite according to prophecy or whatever,
but she can't do it. Malachi says something about her
killing his mother, and it should all be very dramatic
and tense, but the only tension I feel is in the painfully
slow roll of my eyes.
NEXT WEEK ON HEX: Nurse Perie
is back as a dominatrix (yay), and I think Thelma might
have a new dead friend, but other than that, I have no
idea what those scattered images were supposed to tell
me.
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