Monday October 28, 2008 – The Claws Come Out Update
UK Time Friday January 11th – Episode 2
The episode opens with Maria shopping for a wedding dress. She’d look great in any style, I think. Carla comes into the shop and the two are in a verbal sparring match about Liam. I didn’t like Carla all that much before, I really can’t stand her now. Anyway, Carla is upset because Maria tells her that the wedding is scheduled. Carla asks why she is the last to know in this family. Maria informs her that she isn’t family. Carla slaps her and makes a comment about Maria being cruel because Carla is not part of the family because Paul is dead. Yes, that may be true, but now Carla is trying to jump her dead husband’s younger brother.
Anyway, Carla calls Maria a gold digger – which is totally off the mark – and leaves. Maria goes after her in the street, but I guess since they were in Manchester, we are spared the cat fight.
Later, Carla – looking like the poster child for when botox goes wrong – shows up at Liam’s with a casserole. I was surprised that Maria didn’t knock the casserole out of her hands and onto her coat because I would have.
However, it was pretty good because Carla tried, unsuccessfully, to get Liam to take her side with a very high school ‘Maria, why don’t you like me?’ Again, Maria’s reaction was curious to me as I would have said ‘because you are a disrespectful bitch and the next time you try to slap me I’ll grab you by the pony tail and make sure your next trip to the botox clinic will really be worth the money.’ But, I guess Maria took the high road, and it worked in her favour as Liam took her side and barely look at Carla twice.
Although Carla clearly noticed that Liam was not rushing to her defense she still plays like she is the one with the power in this situation. In the street Carla warns Maria that she needs to buckle up, because she is in for a bumpy ride. Yes, the line Betty Davis made famous in All About Eve. As this invites WAY too many age comparisons, Carla should choose her barbs more carefully.
Steve and Michelle are looking for Ryan and they finally find him at Roy’s making a stink about the lack of facilities for patrons who use wheelchairs. While Ryan makes a great point, this is clearly a defense mechanism as it is really unclear why he is so worked up.
Michelle gets him home and then feeds him more lies about why Steve was talking to his stalker. Because, lying to him the first time worked out super.
The Webster’s are having a real bad time of it now. Kevin has been locked away in jail. Sophie is at the table with lots of question and soon she, Sally and the Smurfman are awash in tears. Rosie is upstairs and comes down when the door bell goes. It’s Rita at the door and she has come by to lend some much needed moral support. Sally and Rita talk about Kevin, but also talk about Rosie and Rita advises Sally not to blame Rosie in all this. Rita makes the point that the relationship between Rosie and John was John’s misdoing and Kevin is in prison based on his own actions.
Sally begins to talk about her relationship with Rosie and how it has changed over the years. Later Sally and Rosie have a talk about their relationship and Sally tells Rosie that she and Kevin will not be rushing to protect her or help her anymore. I guess Rosie has to be more of a grown up now.
Over at the Duckworth’s Jack and Vera had a very big day. I guess the housing crisis in the US made a quick stop in Blackpool in January. The Duckworth’s bid 10 grand under asking for a cottage at 42 Pemberton Gardens. Of course, they will be renaming said house as soon as you please.
To make the move that much better, Molly and Tyrone have been to the bank and are now in the position to buy the rectory. It is a huge turning point on the street. But, the funny thing is that Vera thinks that Paul can still live there.
Over at the Platt’s Gail is stunned to see a young woman without pants come down her stairs. I’m shocked as well. I would never traipse around my boyfriend’s house without pants and offer to make his mother a brew, and I’m in my 30’s.