Mistresses Recap: Dead Man Stalking
Mistresses Recap: Dead Man Stalking
Chaos among friends can be strangely contagious. Take this week’s Mistresses, for example.
April lets wild and crazy Joss pack Lucy’s lunchbox (and by “lunch,” of course, I mean a smorgasbord of salt and high fructose corn syrup), and what happens next? The kid gets a stomach ache, Karen picks up a stalker, Harry discovers his inner pugilist and — most alarming of all – April’s dead husband gets his Lazarus on, rings her doorbell and gives her the spousal equivalent of Budweiser’s classic/irritating “Wassup?” ad. Is it wrong that my immediate response to the last of those whoppers is wondering how exactly she’ll drop the bomb on Savi, Karen and Joss?
So let’s jump right to the action for our quartet of chicas — while raising pertinent questions we’ll need to see answered in their futures:
SAVI | As if Mistresses wasn’t already absurdly hot — seriously, even the home furnishings are sexy — we meet Harry’s smoldering business partner Jeff. I think he’s saying something about money being tight at Savannah’s Kitchen, and how maybe the lamb dish should be seasonal, but it’s really hard to concentrate when the smoke detector has gone off in my living room because this dude is sharing a screen with megastud Harry. I do know that a lightbulb appears over Harry’s head when Jeff says he should ask Savi for a cash infusion; not many women would endure the awful process of opening an eatery — let alone funding it with their life savings, Jeff notes. Good point!
When Savi gets home, she’s certain Harry will ask for a divorce, but he zags where she expects him to zig(-a-zig-ahh). Harry says Savi shouldn’t leave her job — she’s too close to making partner — and “We’ll figure it out.” Smart girl that she is, Savi picks up on the ‘W’ word: “We. You said ‘we’ — ‘We’ll figure it out.’ Does that mean there’s still a ‘we’?” Looks like it — unless Harry’s just looking for easy cash before turning to that easy hostess — Kyra With the Fun Bags (TM).
At work, Savi tells Dominic that he was right — she’s staying with the firm — and they agree to give each other space. Except for Felker’s retirement party is happening that very night, and (uh-oh) Harry tells Savi he’d be happy to accompany her. Kudos to Alyssa Milano and Brett Tucker for nailing the awkward tension that percolates when a couple who’s not entirely in sync arrives at a tense soiree. Harry goes straight for the bar. Savi heads straight for her boss. And — blunder of blunders — Dominic (who’s been led to believe the bun in Savi’s oven is one of Harry’s recipes) goes over and congratulates Harry (who assumes Dom knows the baby could be either one of theirs). Thinking he’s being taunted, Harry winds his arm back and throws a whopper of a punch in Dom’s face. KABLOWY!
After Harry flees the scene, Savi and Dom have it out. ”I do not owe you anything!” says Savi, dismissing Dom’s basic humanity. “I’ve done everything I can to make this right!” But Dom counters with a pertinent question: ”For who?”
Harry, blind with rage (or who knows what) doesn’t come home till the next morning, claiming he needed air. ”Twelve and a half hours is a lot of air!” says Savi, teetering on the one leg she probably doesn’t have a right to stand on. And then Harry confesses that, “for the first time since you told me [about the affair], I feel better.” The gigantic kitchen island stands like a sea between them – A++ work by the set decorators, I must add — and Savi can’t come up with anything more conclusive than, ”OK, then. Good.” Is it crazy that I don’t feel great about where this is going? Maybe if both parties agreed to couples’ counseling…