Ding Dong the B**ch is dead!?

Once, just once on AMC I want to see someone not take the blame (or feel guilty) for killing someone they didn't actually kill. This time it was Mittens. One day I just want someone be like, "Yeah, I crashed that car. 'Evs, yo. They were evil."

Wednesday 10/21:
Emma wants to go with her moms when she gets out of hospital, and Laves is SOOOOO ticked about this. He decides to fight CrazAnnie with crazy and suggests she move into the penthouse with Emma and him. (Or is it Emma and he?) CrazAnnie's like, "Um, yeah, not gonna happen," so Emma goes with Laves, and CrazAnnie goes back to Chateau de Grandad.

Randi's been havin' those Madison dreams again. Well, I think maybe Opal's contagious, cuz now Madison's dead. New York killed her. Hooray? Something's not quite right about this . . . especially since her contract was just renewed. Hmmmmm.

Not Babe and Junior really want to get married, so they go to Tad, who's one a' them Internet ministers. Krystal thinks it's a creepy that Junior wants to marry his dead wife's sister almost exactly a year after she died. Now that you mention it, it is a little weird. However, love trumps creepy and they're hitched!

At Grandad's Castle, Scott convinces CrazAnnie it's a good idea to move in with Laves. I'm not so sure anymore that Scott knows that his uncle killed his father, his uncle's brother. I kinda think Scott thinks that Emma, CrazAnnie's daughter, did it. Sucker. You'd think he'd be brighter than that what with all that heart valve invention science that guy studies. Anyhoo, CrazAnnie arrives at Laves' and lets it slip that she's marryin' Grandad. Emma's all (and I quote), "I hate you!" and runs away. Charming child.

Police Chief et al have finally gotten over the fact that they didn't kill Madison, when whatdoyouknow, Maddy's Daddy shows up with some DVDs. I'm no Police Chief, but I'm guessing they're the ol' "Dead D.A. cover up" DVDs.

What's that expression? Let a dead D.A. lie? Let a sleeping D.A. die? Yeah, you should do that, old guy. You don't mess with Mr. and Dr. Mrs. Police Chief.