Poor, poor Chappelle. I've always liked him, which made tonight's episode all the more traumatic for me. I, of course, cried. And when the little old lady walked up first to get her suicide capsule, I teared up as well. And when Tony got all verklempt talking to Michelle...I think you get the idea. Awesome, awesome episode. Dark and violent and exactly what I like in 24.
But still. Chappelle. Sniff.
current mood:
sad
listening to: Rufus Wainwright, "Hallelujah"
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