The L Word Recap 608: I Can Haz Ending?
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the whole thing with Nikki. Molly: “I had this stupid idea after what my mom did that you were being selfless and you just dumped me because of the challenge that my mom put to you.” Molly references the letter she put in Shane’s jacket the night she dropped it off for her – you know, the one Jenny hid up in the attic? – and Shane’s face falls. Shane: “What letter?” Molly says it’s not important any more, that she fell for her “like a million other girls,” but has essentially moved on. Molly wishes Shane and Jenny well and takes her leave. Devastated, Shane rushes home.
The party is getting underway at Bette and Tina’s. Tasha still hasn’t called Alice. In Jenny’s absence, the gang bitches about her behind her back. Max: “Maybe Shane threw a bucket of water on her and she melted.” Bwahahaha! Alice announces her intention to make up with Jenny tonight, for Shane’s sake. Bette suggests that they all try to follow suit.
Jenny arrives secretly and starts to set up her tribute video to show it to all assembled. Kit confronts her about the hard time she’s been giving Bette over Kelly. Jenny: “I can see that my friends don’t want to be around me anymore, that they want me to shut the fuck up and go away.” Ya think? Jenny reveals she has "proof" of Bette’s supposed affair, but hesitates to share it with Kit. Kit: “If you have proof, I want you to show me.” Jenny plugs her iPhone into the TV. It turns out Jenny was taking video through the window, not just a photo. While misleading, the “evidence” is compelling. Kit is horrified.
Sgt. Duffy the Lesbian Conspiracy Slayer questions Bette about Jenny. Bette: “Very complex. Talented, self-destructive, sometimes very generous, but complicated.”
Back at their house, Shane tears through Jenny’s closet, searching for Molly’s letter. Finally, she makes her way up into the attic. Sure enough, she finds the letter tucked into the jacket pocket, settling down to read it with an expression like someone just kicked her in the stomach. When she gets up again, dazed from overdosing on truthiness after months and months of Jenny’s bullshit, she half-trips over an old blanket, which has been covering… a stack of Lez Girls film reels. DOOD! I knew Jenny stole the negative!