I wish Tom Selleck would do more than lurk around being a sad, puppy-dog-like father figure, but next week promises a murder in his room and more revelations about his mysterious past. Until then, we get Sam working through her post-traumatic stress drama, Danny and Delinda having sex…or not…, Mike overseeing a bikini contest, and a twisted married couple with a severed head under their bed. What more could a girl want?
Sam tells her therapist that the pills are working, so she doesn’t need him anymore. They’re just a band-aid, he says. You need to talk about what happened on that plane. Fine, whatever, just send me your final bill, she says. I’m just guessing here, but based on her traumatic flashbacks, I think Sam was raped on that plane. I hope you work through it, girl!
Delinda is stuffing her face with cheeseburgers, but she’s more interested in her new pregnancy craving: sex with Danny. Do me, Danny, do me! But he stops in mid-ravage and bugs out to his new job, because “I don’t want to be late.” Riiiiight… In reality, he’s carrying around that ultrasound pic of the baby and doesn’t want to hurt it. Ok, no offense, Danny, but you won’t get anywhere near that baby. They eventually come clean to each other and christen his office in a proper manner. Sweet.
Mike is overseeing a bikini contest and trying to keep his word to Coop that it’ll be strictly business. But something’s up, because the babes are all getting sick, having their bikinis mysteriously burned off their bodies and such. Listen, this has to go well, says Coop, because he wrangled the contest away from the Bellagio and doesn’t want to lose it. Turns out the culprit is a farm babe who’s sick of losing all the time.
During the contest chaos, Sam sees a guy stab a girl and drag her back to his suite. Only everyone thinks she’s loony because there’s no body there, just his drunk wife. Sam trusts her instincts and breaks into the room, hides under the bed and sees – ack! – a severed bloody head in a duffle bag. None of her friends believe her, so she calls 911, but all the cops find is a bowling ball in the duffle bag.
But there’s something utterly creepy about this guy and his wife. Sam persists and learns they murdered a hooker. Something to do with a threesome…or lack thereof… Ok, so Sam isn’t hallucinating after all, and Danny apologizes to her and suggests she take a break. “Vacations are for the weak,” she retorts. Note to self: Trust your instincts!
And Coop is ever the fatherly figure lurking nearby if anyone needs to talk. Ok, but what about the big ranch in Wyoming, and his mysterious past? All…well, ok, not all, but SOME will be revealed next week. Stay tuned for more sex, murder, secrets, and snappy banter.
