Welcome to this week’s very-spoilery, usually-nickname-filled, sometimes snarky recap of Under the Dome! Can you believe we’re already 9 eps in? And the weirdness keeps getting weirder! When last we left off, Brilliant Brother shows Douchey Journalist Julia the mini dome with an egg. Big Jim rallies a crowd to take down Redneck Farmer for access to the well.
I think I’m going to rename Douchey Journalist Julia. She’s been a little less Douchey and a lot more… inquisitive? nosy? Pushy. Pushy Journalist Julia. PJJ takes Cool Bad Boy to see the egg and finds it’s missing when they arrive.
“From waitress to manager in under a week.”
“Waitress to OWNER. I want the deed.”
Angie is taking charge at the diner and wants to keep it running. Human Edward Cullen comes in at one point and she tells him to leave until she suddenly drops the plate she’s carrying and starts seizuring and mumbling the same thing Brilliant Brother and Moody Teen were: The pink stars are falling. The pink stars are falling in line. She comes to in the back of HEC’s cruiser and freaks out (justifiably) that he’s going to put her in the bunker again. Instead, he drives her home, confident that she’ll see him again.
Paranoid Neighbour Guy has a ranting & raving crazy guy show up on his door step. He shoots some warning shots only to have it ricochet and hit his neighbour. Kickass Linda and CBB go to see who this crazy guy is and come face-to-face with a delinquent Kickass Linda is familiar with. He’s yelling about the rapture. The two go and check out a house and opens a coffin filled with drug-making paraphernalia. And whatd’ya know – the druggie is so organized and keen as to leave a recipe list of ingredients that are needed. That was nice of him. Now they can see Liquid Propane on that list.
Big Jim sees his front door ajar and, with gun drawn, finds a good looking blonde woman standing in his living room. Seems like she’s related to all the propane that Big Jim had trucked in. It’s suspicious that she’s there, in the dome, and only showing her face now. … which Big Jim – smart guy – asks her the same thing. She says she’s staying at a house and suddenly decides to show up, looking all groomed and proper. Speaking of grooming… Moody Teen’s hair looks different in this episode. Lighter in colour and wavier. I guess her grief for her late mother made her do her hair a bit.
“We’re looking more like our own country every day.”
Big Jim rallies to collect all the guns in Chester’s Mill. He sells his case to CBB and Kickass Linda that it’ll be voluntary, and once the dome comes down everyone gets their guns back. CBB doesn’t trust him and is staying close to see what he’s up to. Big Jim goes on the radio and says that people who turn in their guns will get extra food, extra propane. Bombshell Propane Blonde hides her own gun in the glove compartment of her car and looks pleased.
BB and MT are so awkward sometimes. He’s showing her some adorable pics of himself when he was young, on an iPad, and flips to one when he’s a toddler. She tells him to flip back to it because he’s shirtless and he awkwardly says he didn’t mean to put that on there. How do you “accidentally” put a photo you didn’t want on there on your iPad? It’s not like they’re recent pics that would have been taken and put on there. You would have to intentionally scan and upload that on! Sigh. Awkward teenage love.
“Things just don’t happen to disappear into thin air.”
“Really. Just like things don’t HAPPEN to appear out of thin air. And swallow us whole.”
Chatty Lady tells Kickass Linda about her uneasy feelings and suspicions on why there’s always so many propane trucks that come through the town. Tells her that she had told Sheriff Lapidus but he had sounded nervous and got off the phone as quickly as he could. Kickass Linda opens one of the storage lockers and finds it filled with propane tanks.
Another screw falls loose from HEC’s mind as he takes Angie to his late mother’s painting studio. Acting even weirder and creepier, he tells Angie about his mom painting something from a dream she had. It was of him, standing outside, with pink stars falling around him. HEC thinks his mom could see the future, and he thinks that Angie also can as well. His delusional psychotic mind sees this as a way for them to be connected. That his mom was psychic, Angie also talked about pink stars and it’s him in the painting.
I couldn’t help but feel a little like Big Jim was racially profiling Paranoid Neighbour Guy. It’s a voluntary turn-in of guns and he had a legitimate reason for freaking out when a lunatic won’t leave his house. Suddenly he’s really that paranoid to be sitting in a room full of his guns and holding a GRENADE!? And then that whole very seemingly anti-climactic moment of him pulling the pin, CBB’s sniper dot on the back of Big Jim’s head and Big Jim tackling PNG, putting the pin back in. Totally felt lacking in actual real danger and intensity. HAHA. Although, that jaw drop of Big Jim’s was pretty much the look on my face too. Bombshell Propane Blonde shows up to congratulate Big Jim on getting the job done. Big Jim is wary about why she’s there with CBB standing right next to him until she walks right up to CBB and kisses him on the lips. Reveals that they know each other. He doesn’t seem as pleased to see her. She blackmails CBB into keeping his mouth shut about what they’re doing or else she’ll reveal to PJJ that he’s the one that killed her husband.
“Girls, girls, girls. You’re both pretty.”
HAHA. Bombshell Propane Blonde, trying to stop the bickering between CBB and Big Jim
BB and MT follow the dog into the barn and sees the missing egg now sitting in the middle of the barn on a low pedestal. Angie says that BB brought it here last night when she saw him zombie-walk out the door at 3am. Not like they had great results every other time they’ve touched the mini dome, but of course the three of them go and touch it anyway coming to the brilliant idea that their hands are like locks and they need a 4th one to unlock the mini dome. Curiouser and curiouser.
This week’s theme, I’d say would be… this blonde gal’s a GAS. 😉