Robin's Rambles: Weekend at Bobby's
Sunday, 17 October 2010 15:20 | Last Updated on Monday, 18 October 2010 09:43 | Written by Robin Vogel | 
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“Weekend at Bobby's” episode 6/4
An announcer we know to be Jensen Ackles' father tells us that one year ago, Galveston's shoreline was pounded by a hurricane with 150 MPH winds with 10 foot swells, but things are beautiful now.
In his living room, Bobby has concocted a ritual involving candles, what looks like a pretty tasty stew, and his own blood. He tosses in a flame to finish it off and Crowley appears. "Been making merry, I see," notes the demon. "Bite me," offers Bobby. "If that's your thing," says Crowley good-humoredly, raising a hand to turn off the TV. "That swan-dive of Sam's, a thing of beauty--10's all the way 'round--standing O from the remaining judge--you should be proud, Bobby--as stats go, it wasn't too shabby. Cheer up, mate, we just saved the sodding world together! Me, I've been celebrating." "I'd hate to see what you call celebrating," says Bobby. "Yes you would," agrees Crowley. Bobby offers Crowley a drink, but the demon refuses. "Let me get this straight," says Bobby, "we just 'saved the sodding world together' (he imitates Crowley's accent) and you're too good to drink with me?" It's not that--Crowley has a more refined pallet in drink. "What's your poison, your highness?" asks Bobby. "Craig," answers Crowley, "aged 30 years at least--I've been drinking it since grade school." "Well," says Bobby, raising his glass, "I've got Old Rottgutt, aged six days." "Swill like that is going to burn a hole in your soul," says Crowley, "sorry, MY soul--but that's why you called--our little deal." "Yeah, well, it's about time you hold up your end," says Bobby calmly, "and give it back--our deal was, we ice Lucifer, you give back the lease." "You didn't read your contract," says Crowley, painfully searing the writing into Bobby's body (we see it on his arms)--in red ink (or blood)? "Paragraph 18, subsection B, which is by your naughty bits," says Crowley, "I only have to make BEST EFFORTS to give you back your soul, meaning I'd like to. . .but I can't." "You lyin' sack of--" begins Bobby. "Ten years," says Crowley blithely, "you come to Daddy--till then, I suggest you start drinking the good stuff." "I figured you'd say that," says Bobby, "so you can rot here till you change your mind." "Why, 'cause you asked nicely?" queries Crowley. "No, 'cause I'm going DATELINE on your ass," says Bobby, and turns off the lights to show the demon he's standing on a glow-in-the-dark Devil's Trap. Crowley says he hopes that's paint, "What am I going to do?" He whistles, calling up a hell hound. Bobby smells the hound's breath. "Doggy breath--bracing, isn't it?" asks Crowley, "Ball's in your court, Robert, ten years of living, or ten years as our (?)" Furious, Bobby opens a knife and scrapes up enough paint to free Crowley from the Devil's Trap. "This ain't over," promises Bobby. "I wouldn't have it any other way," says Crowley, stepping out of the trap, "happy hunting." Bobby stares after him, nearly snarling in frustration.
In his living room, Bobby has concocted a ritual involving candles, what looks like a pretty tasty stew, and his own blood. He tosses in a flame to finish it off and Crowley appears. "Been making merry, I see," notes the demon. "Bite me," offers Bobby. "If that's your thing," says Crowley good-humoredly, raising a hand to turn off the TV. "That swan-dive of Sam's, a thing of beauty--10's all the way 'round--standing O from the remaining judge--you should be proud, Bobby--as stats go, it wasn't too shabby. Cheer up, mate, we just saved the sodding world together! Me, I've been celebrating." "I'd hate to see what you call celebrating," says Bobby. "Yes you would," agrees Crowley. Bobby offers Crowley a drink, but the demon refuses. "Let me get this straight," says Bobby, "we just 'saved the sodding world together' (he imitates Crowley's accent) and you're too good to drink with me?" It's not that--Crowley has a more refined pallet in drink. "What's your poison, your highness?" asks Bobby. "Craig," answers Crowley, "aged 30 years at least--I've been drinking it since grade school." "Well," says Bobby, raising his glass, "I've got Old Rottgutt, aged six days." "Swill like that is going to burn a hole in your soul," says Crowley, "sorry, MY soul--but that's why you called--our little deal." "Yeah, well, it's about time you hold up your end," says Bobby calmly, "and give it back--our deal was, we ice Lucifer, you give back the lease." "You didn't read your contract," says Crowley, painfully searing the writing into Bobby's body (we see it on his arms)--in red ink (or blood)? "Paragraph 18, subsection B, which is by your naughty bits," says Crowley, "I only have to make BEST EFFORTS to give you back your soul, meaning I'd like to. . .but I can't." "You lyin' sack of--" begins Bobby. "Ten years," says Crowley blithely, "you come to Daddy--till then, I suggest you start drinking the good stuff." "I figured you'd say that," says Bobby, "so you can rot here till you change your mind." "Why, 'cause you asked nicely?" queries Crowley. "No, 'cause I'm going DATELINE on your ass," says Bobby, and turns off the lights to show the demon he's standing on a glow-in-the-dark Devil's Trap. Crowley says he hopes that's paint, "What am I going to do?" He whistles, calling up a hell hound. Bobby smells the hound's breath. "Doggy breath--bracing, isn't it?" asks Crowley, "Ball's in your court, Robert, ten years of living, or ten years as our (?)" Furious, Bobby opens a knife and scrapes up enough paint to free Crowley from the Devil's Trap. "This ain't over," promises Bobby. "I wouldn't have it any other way," says Crowley, stepping out of the trap, "happy hunting." Bobby stares after him, nearly snarling in frustration.
Kenosha, WI - Disturbingly close to a playground - Dean and Sam have found a claw they don't recognize inside a ripped- open corpse. No EMF, Sam announces. Dean immediately puts in a call to Bobby, who doesn't answer right away. "Maybe he's in the can," suggests Sam. When Bobby finally does answer, Dean asks, "What happened, you fall and couldn't get up?" Hilarious," says Bobby, "what happened?" Dean explains--Wisconsin, six bodies, chests cracked wide open, no EMF, no sulfur, no hex bags. He takes a photo of the claw and tells Bobby to check his Wang (LOL!) "That's a new one," says Bobby. Dean says they need an ID ASAP, this thing's on a rampage--"Call as soon as you pick something up." Bobby tries to explain that he's a little busy. "Kick Bo Derek out of your bathtub," jokes Dean, "we've got a case here." "I'll call you back," sighs Bobby.
Over a wonderful montage set to "The Gambler," Bobby does research at home, cursing "BALLS!" when it doesn't come to fruition. He drives past his comely next-door neighbor, who waves eagerly at him. He stops at the Sioux Falls University Library; when it's locked, he breaks a window and crawls in to get the book he needs, falling on the floor on his face. "BALLS!" he explodes, and says the same when he leaves the library and his car won't start. Back home, he researches, falls asleep, pops aspirin, drinks coffee from one AM until five AM, and calls a face-stuffing Dean back at 5:09 to report, "You're hunting a lamia--juices hearts, chugs the blood--never heard 'o' one poppin' up outside of Greece, though." "This freak is emigratin'," says Dean, "snackin' on cheese heads, how do we gank it?" Yawning, Bobby answers, "Coupla ways, easiest is a silver knife blessed by a padre." "Sure," says Dean, and hangs up without waiting to hear any others. Bobby gazes at his phone, now with a dial tone, and tiredly says, "You're welcome."
"Hey, I'm still here!" calls a voice from his basement. He heads downstairs, where a pretty demon girl in a black cocktail dress tied to a chair awaits him. "You were gone so long, I assumed alcoholic coma," she teases. "Where were we?" he asks. "Your soul," she purrs. "Right. . .talk," orders Bobby. ""Look at you, all in a rush," she says, crossing her legs like Sharon Stone, "Foreplay gets you more play." "I want Crowley's name, his REAL name, back when he was flesh and blood," demands Bobby. "Does tying demons up in your basement make you feel better about that time you killed your wife?" she taunts. He brings over a sack. "What's that?" she asks. "You don't recognize them?--they're yours," he says. He dumps the sack in a metal barrel and lights a flame thrower. "It won't work," she says, "it's a myth." "Then you got nothin' to worry about," he says, staring, entranced, at the flame the way all hunters seem to do. He shoots the flame over the barrel. Her shoulder begins to burn and she screams, "I can't!" Shoulder sizzling, she says, "You don't know what he'll do to me!" "Right now, you better worry about me," warns Bobby. "You don't get it," she says, "he's the king!" Bobby applies more fire, wringing more cries of pain from her. "King of the Crossroads, I've heard the speech," says Bobby. "No, KING OF HELL!" she corrects. Bobby blows out the torch. The doorbell is ringing. "You gonna get that or what?" asks the demon, glad for any respite in the torture.
It's Bobby's neighbor of six months, Marcy, holding a towel covered something, self-consciously fixing her hair. Bobby does a little male primping, at least making sure his zipper is up, and opens the door. She wants to know why he hasn't welcomed her to the neighborhood and uncovers her famous ginger peach cobbler. "Take a whiff, I'm a genius," she urges. He does and rolls his eyes with pleasure. The demon downstairs is calling for help; Bobby claims he's watching a stupid horror flick--his guilty pleasure. Marcy loves them-- has Bobby seen DRAG ME TO HELL? "Trying to avoid it," he admits. "But it's fantastic," she insists, and invites him over to her house to see it Saturday, 7 PM, complete with her white chocolate popcorn. Bobby uncertainly says it sounds fantastic. No worries, says Marcy--her wood chipper is broken; could Bobby take a look at it? "I'll see what I can do," promises Bobby, and at her excited smile, they shake on that, Bobby holding the peach cobbler like it's made of gold.
Downstairs, the demon tells him that Marcy sounds nice--"Are you going to make sweet love to her before you stab her to death, Bobby?--that is your usual thing, right?" Bobby begins firing up the bag again, setting her to screaming as her shoulder fries up nice and black. "I want Crowley's name, NOW!" shouts Bobby. "Okay! Fergus MacLeod," she supplies, "I swear, we call him Lucky the Leprechaun behind his back." "MacLeod's Scottish, Einstein," says Bobby." "You got what you wanted," she says, "send me back." Bobby has other intentions, however, and she watches in horror as he applies lighter fluid to the bag. "No, we had a deal!" she protests. "Gave it my best effort," says Bobby, echoing the same cruelty Crowley spouted to him. "NO!" she screams, and keeps on screaming. Bobby watches, stoned-faced, until the screaming stops, then blows out the torch.
Over a wonderful montage set to "The Gambler," Bobby does research at home, cursing "BALLS!" when it doesn't come to fruition. He drives past his comely next-door neighbor, who waves eagerly at him. He stops at the Sioux Falls University Library; when it's locked, he breaks a window and crawls in to get the book he needs, falling on the floor on his face. "BALLS!" he explodes, and says the same when he leaves the library and his car won't start. Back home, he researches, falls asleep, pops aspirin, drinks coffee from one AM until five AM, and calls a face-stuffing Dean back at 5:09 to report, "You're hunting a lamia--juices hearts, chugs the blood--never heard 'o' one poppin' up outside of Greece, though." "This freak is emigratin'," says Dean, "snackin' on cheese heads, how do we gank it?" Yawning, Bobby answers, "Coupla ways, easiest is a silver knife blessed by a padre." "Sure," says Dean, and hangs up without waiting to hear any others. Bobby gazes at his phone, now with a dial tone, and tiredly says, "You're welcome."
"Hey, I'm still here!" calls a voice from his basement. He heads downstairs, where a pretty demon girl in a black cocktail dress tied to a chair awaits him. "You were gone so long, I assumed alcoholic coma," she teases. "Where were we?" he asks. "Your soul," she purrs. "Right. . .talk," orders Bobby. ""Look at you, all in a rush," she says, crossing her legs like Sharon Stone, "Foreplay gets you more play." "I want Crowley's name, his REAL name, back when he was flesh and blood," demands Bobby. "Does tying demons up in your basement make you feel better about that time you killed your wife?" she taunts. He brings over a sack. "What's that?" she asks. "You don't recognize them?--they're yours," he says. He dumps the sack in a metal barrel and lights a flame thrower. "It won't work," she says, "it's a myth." "Then you got nothin' to worry about," he says, staring, entranced, at the flame the way all hunters seem to do. He shoots the flame over the barrel. Her shoulder begins to burn and she screams, "I can't!" Shoulder sizzling, she says, "You don't know what he'll do to me!" "Right now, you better worry about me," warns Bobby. "You don't get it," she says, "he's the king!" Bobby applies more fire, wringing more cries of pain from her. "King of the Crossroads, I've heard the speech," says Bobby. "No, KING OF HELL!" she corrects. Bobby blows out the torch. The doorbell is ringing. "You gonna get that or what?" asks the demon, glad for any respite in the torture.
It's Bobby's neighbor of six months, Marcy, holding a towel covered something, self-consciously fixing her hair. Bobby does a little male primping, at least making sure his zipper is up, and opens the door. She wants to know why he hasn't welcomed her to the neighborhood and uncovers her famous ginger peach cobbler. "Take a whiff, I'm a genius," she urges. He does and rolls his eyes with pleasure. The demon downstairs is calling for help; Bobby claims he's watching a stupid horror flick--his guilty pleasure. Marcy loves them-- has Bobby seen DRAG ME TO HELL? "Trying to avoid it," he admits. "But it's fantastic," she insists, and invites him over to her house to see it Saturday, 7 PM, complete with her white chocolate popcorn. Bobby uncertainly says it sounds fantastic. No worries, says Marcy--her wood chipper is broken; could Bobby take a look at it? "I'll see what I can do," promises Bobby, and at her excited smile, they shake on that, Bobby holding the peach cobbler like it's made of gold.
Downstairs, the demon tells him that Marcy sounds nice--"Are you going to make sweet love to her before you stab her to death, Bobby?--that is your usual thing, right?" Bobby begins firing up the bag again, setting her to screaming as her shoulder fries up nice and black. "I want Crowley's name, NOW!" shouts Bobby. "Okay! Fergus MacLeod," she supplies, "I swear, we call him Lucky the Leprechaun behind his back." "MacLeod's Scottish, Einstein," says Bobby." "You got what you wanted," she says, "send me back." Bobby has other intentions, however, and she watches in horror as he applies lighter fluid to the bag. "No, we had a deal!" she protests. "Gave it my best effort," says Bobby, echoing the same cruelty Crowley spouted to him. "NO!" she screams, and keeps on screaming. Bobby watches, stoned-faced, until the screaming stops, then blows out the torch.
A knock turns out to be Rufus: "Oh, good, you're home, you've got to help me bury a body!" (Isn't that what good friends are for?) Turns out the law is on Rufus' tail, which is why he came to Bobby in the first place. "They got lucky," insists Rufus. "Or you're gettin' slow," accuses Bobby. "So says Mr.- sits- on- his- ass- all- day- takin'- calls," counters Rufus, opening his truck to reveal what appears to be a woman. He peels back her upper lip to show some weird fangs. "Okami?" exclaims Bobby--"where did you shiv it?" "Get this--Billings," reveals Rufus. Since this vamp is indigenous to Japan, both men are baffled. Bobby tells Rufus about Sam and Dean tracking a Lamia in Wisconsin. "I thought they never leave Greece," says Rufus. "Monsters lately," says Bobby, perplexed, "Is it me or is it weird?" "It's definitely somethin'" agrees Rufus--"so, you got a shovel?" Bobby has something better--a backhoe. "Man, I know what I want for Chanukah!" chortles Rufus as Bobby digs deep into the dirt. They dump the vamp's body in the deep hole, and discuss Crowley while smoothing over the grave. "So, the SOB's name is Fergus MacCleod?" asks Rufus, "where you gonna look?" "Scotland," says Bobby, "Crowley let slip that he likes Craig." "It's Scotch," says Rufus, "only made and sold in a tiny area of the north tip of Caddishness County--it's potent and sharp, with a long finish of citrus and tobacco notes." Seeing Bobby's open-mouthed stare, Rufus asks, "What, am I a heathen? I know what Craig is!" Bobby thinks that's where Crowley lived and died as a human, a few hundred years before getting the big squeeze in hell and came out a demon. "I got contacts there," says Rufus, "I can make a few calls." "I ain't askin' for no help," says Bobby. "I'm not askin' for your permission," says Rufus with dignity. They stare at each other, still smoothing over the grave with rakes.
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(Hangs head) I know I don't comment on your 'Rambles' often but this week I am struck by how much effort you put into these with so much of the dialogue written in here. (Especially sincen this week quite a few fans are out of the loop since apparently a channel in Canada didn't have the sound synced at all so they were lost...your efforts really make up the difference for those fans.
I also appreciate how you really brought that opening part of the episode into sharper focus for me. I was so caught up with the fact that it was Jensen's father doing the voiceover as well as that it was Bobby's flashback that I missed the fact that of course the Galveston storm simply 'up and disappeared'...Sam's swan dive took care of that. Sheesh, like Garth apparently I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed.
Anyway, fellow WFB writer, thank you for all your efforts as these 'Rambles' and bringing home the love for the show each and every week.
Tahnk you again!
As to Bobby's torture of the demon, I have long ago come to grips with the idea that the human that the demon (or Angel) possesses doesn't matter, unless it does. I.E. it matters if we are being told that demons arent' independent creatures, but are inhabiting a person and the person is also being tortured (MEG),if the possessed is a Winchester or one of their friends, and it matters if we are being shown that someone (Sam) is turning dark. Other than that no one cares about the possessed person. Let's face it the boys MET and LIKED Jimmy and yet they did not turn one hair about the fact that Castiel co-opted his life and threatened his daughter with the same fate. They have killed how many demons and not blinked. In Lucifer Rising we were allowed to see that the demon Sam was draining was still in a person. In Swan Song, we see Dean participating in killing many demons so that Sam can drink their blood and take in Lucifer, yet there is not one peep about the people that are killed. I just go with the flow.
I enjoyed reading this article, especially the "stream of consciousness" part.
My thoughts.
1. How did Jensen fare as director ?
A : As I have no idea what directors do, I don't think I'm in a position to comment. But that being said, the fact that "Weekend at Bobby's" was such an enjoyable episode must do credit to Jensen's debut directorial effort.
2. "Uncle Bobby"
A : I've always liked Bobby's character, and I think this episode made what was already a stellar character even better!
3. Weird monsters or alternate universe.
A: Sorry, but I think that the alternate universe theory is a bit far fetched (and would be too much of a copy cat from Marvel Comics :P). There is obviously something afoot, and I can't wait to see how the situation in Heaven, Hell and Earth all ties up.
4. "Crowley"
A : I don't think Crowley is the big bad for season 6 (anymore than Raphael is)
5. Rusus and Bobby
A : I think there was obviously chemisty there and they were (and are) good together. I liked how they were written and protrayed together in this episode.
6. Yay or nay.
A : Definitely "yay" !
7. Bobby's torture of the cross-roads demon
A : I do have some ambivalence about this - I tend to think that Bobby might have let the demon go (after she revealed Crowley's real name), but the demon's repeated taunting about Bobby having killed his wife didn't improve the demon's chances. I like the new canon (demon can be killed by burning their bones), but I think in the case of the more powerful demons (like Crowley), finding their bones could be quite a difficult task.
Hope we get more of Ms. Mills, definitely more his type than Red-Jumper-Baking-Lady. I liked the little running jokes ... Dean wittering away on the phone while Sam gets kicked around in the background and the Ever-Deferred Pie moment ... So near and yet so far ... By the end I was really hungry on his behalf and willing him to unplug the Wall Of Phones and dig in!
I'm one of those that had to suffer through the out of sync broadcast of this episode. I didn't know what I was watching it was so disconcerting. I was so mad as I had looked forward to watching Jensen's directorial debut that it was all gobbledygook to me. Thank goodness I can watch it this Wednesday on Space channel. They don't goof up.
Reading your recap was so rewarding and showed that I missed a great episode. Wonderful dialogue in this episode and great comedic moments that I missed completely. So thanks for all the hard work you put into your recaps as it helped me to realize what a great episode I missed. I'm sure your rambles also assist a great many hard of hearing folk who have a hard time with a lot of dialogue. They have to wait usually for the DVDs with the english subtitles on the bottom of the screen.
Hope Bobby eventually got to eat his peach cobbler. That was making me hungry as well.
And thumbs up for Jensen for his directorial debut. Kim would be proud of him I'm sure. I am.
Hang on a goddamn minute. Several reviews later, the proverbial penny has finally dropped.....: You can kill a crossroads demon by burning their bones.....You can kill a crossroads demon by burning their bones?
And Bobby knows this.
Bobby know this? What? What? I don't...he didn't...but...but... All Hell Breaks Loose...and ...No Rest for the Wicked...it...he...they...but...
HE COULDN'T HAVE SHARED THIS LITTLE TIDBIT OF INFORMATION A TAD EARLIER? Like, oh say: THE BEGINNING OF SEASON 3???? Are you SERIOUS? Dean went to HELL, mate. And you are now going on about him being WHINY. In the words of Crowley: Get bent. Wow. Just? Wow. That is beyond even M Night levels of douchiness.
And writers. Do NOT even start with me. What are you? Allergic to giving me peace of mind?
Assholes all.
Um, your questions:
Re: JA as director:
I’m fierce ignorant as to what a good director does but, going into it, I assumed I wouldn’t like it because of its lack of Sam and Dean but I loved it. A huge amount packed into 39 minutes but it flowed really well. So good job!
Re: Respect for ‘Uncle Bobby’
I like Bobby, always have. I love that he’s the voice of reason in the midst of two very volatile characters. I love that his faith never really wavered (except at the very end and c’mon, that was totally understandable). I love that if the boys need a verbal ass kicking, he’ll give it to them.
This episode showed that just because Bobby isn’t out with the blowtorch, it doesn’t make his contribution any less worthy. There would be a hell of a lot more lives lost if Bobby wasn’t around. Hunters may be ‘lone wolves’ but Singer Scrappage (?) is definitely the lone wolves den.
Re: Odd monsters
Far-fetched on SPN?? I think that with the Apocalypse etc, all bets with the monsters are off. When Lucifer was topside he obviously had plans to roam the earth bring devastation wherever he went. With all this devastation, the monsters would have cleaned up. I think that they got a taste of it when Lucifer was topside and they don’t want to let it go easily.
Though, it could also be global warming...
Re: Crowley as the ‘big bad’ etc
I don’t think Crowley is the big bad, mainly because the audience likes him too much. I’m also rather tired of demons and would like to see a more ‘human’ (as in non angelic/demonic) element being brought back to the show.
I also don’t think Crowley is responsible for Sam. I think Sam (and PTSD) is responsible for Sam. I’d love for Sam’s problems to be purely human problems (for once).
Sam’s refusal to burn the bones is hugely ambiguous. Is it another flicker of old Sam, who was very honourable? After all, it wouldn’t have been their word they were breaking, but Bobby’s.
Crowley, y’know, I just hope you had fun with those double digits, dude.
Re: Jim & Steven spin off show
Nope, mainly because (1) it would be too much of a good thing and their relationship might get diluted down and (2) I don’t want to share!
Re: Yea or nay?
I really enjoyed it. It worked as a standalone, and as part of an overall story. It had character development, great banter and tied up one outstanding story from season 5. It was funny, sad, serious, poignant, the whole shebang.
Bobby torture & canon
Didn’t bother me. I think the ends justify the means. (God, I’m one hard-hearted bitch!) Indecision or ‘niceness’ can have devastating consequences.
Besides, Bobby’s soul for a demon? Like you should even ask!
The new canon? On a logical sense it works but it seemed a little... convenient for me.
Though, I must say, the scene in the graveyard, for some reason, really got to me. I thought there was something extremely touching about seeing Crowley, the new King of Hell, bending down at the feet of two hunters, to gather his own bones. It’s like, he’s been a demon for so long he probably can’t remember what being human was like and suddenly he’s holding the last evidence that he was indeed human, in his hands. It shows the frailty of life (even for a demon)
2. I don't know if I have more respect for him but I certainly appreciate him more.
3. Nothing seems normal to me this season. I'm enjoying the journey though.
4. I don't think he is the big bad. But I'm certainly glad that he'll return. Although I have no proof I don't think we've met the big bad yet.
5. LOVED IT! Can Crowley join?
6. This episode will definitely make my high rotation list.
7. Everyone seems to have made their peace with torturing/killing demons. But too be fair sending demons back to hell is not that big of a threat next to whatever the King of Hell could do to you. I have issues with the way they care about killing demons only if they know the victim.
I'd suggest that was why he snapped at Sam, because a serious weakness had been exposed and he was overcompensating. It also somewhat paralleled Bobby's reaction to Rufus's offer of help earlier in the episode.
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