That's What You Get For Trying To Kill Me

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"That's What You Get For Trying To Kill Me" is Ringer's action-packed, confusing and deliciously cheesy "mid-season finale" (a CW euphemism for the last new episode before the hella long winter hiatus). The series returns with a new episode on January 10, 2012, and say what you want -- like perhaps that all my taste is in my mouth -- but I really don't want to wait that long. This is where daytime soaps are superior. They feed your need, every single weekday. Oh sure, they take off a few days here and there for major holidays, or the Olympics, or Wimbledon, but mostly, they're there, day in and out. You just start getting jittery, and BOOM it's time for another hit. Since Ringer's ratings haven't been all that strong, I'm worried about my little soap that could (thank goodness it's on the CW), and am crossing my fingers that absence makes the heart grow fonder will be the applicable cliché, even while I fear that the truth is closer to out of sight, out of mind. I don't want to fret, when we still have this hour to enjoy though, so let's get right to it, shall we?

NYC Streets, Night: We pick up right where we left off two weeks ago. Bridget has just left the restaurant where she met with John (NA Charlie), and Malcolm has just left John's real house (as opposed to the fake flat where a detoxing Malcolm crashed). On the phone, they compare notes. Malcolm tells Bridget that he didn't find the gun, but he did swipe a cell phone off the table. It's dead, so he'll pick up a charger in the morning and call her with the details.

Park Ave: Bridget arrives home to find a path strewn with white roses petals, leading to the parlor, which is full of more white roses, candlelight, and our adorable Andrew, giving his best British version of casual. He's still wearing his braces (suspenders) but his jacket and tie are gone, and the top two buttons on his shirt are undone. He's sitting on the sofa with outstretched arms, just waiting for me Nice Buffy Bridget "Shiv." When Bridget wonders what she did to deserve all this, I yell at her to shut up and kiss him, already. It seems all this is Andrew's day-before-our-sixth-anniversary celebration. He tells her he's made reservations at Daniel, for the following night. He can't believe it's been six years. Bridget cracks that it feels more like six weeks. Writers, please give SMG more lines like that. She plays them perfectly.

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