5 Most Disturbing Unknowns In Television

2. A Desperate House-Predator

Show: Desperate Housewives Episode: The Miracle Song (S3 E10) No classic primetime soap opera would be complete without the laissez-faire handling of a suspected pedophile, amiright?! In a multi-episode arc of Desperate Housewives' third season, Lynette Scavo €“ easily the most likeable of all the series' main characters €“ finds herself in the mucho creepo basement of seemingly lovely new neighbor Art, assessing the skin crawling collection of train sets and arcade games, and Polaroids of shirtless young boys. Left with nothing but his excuses (and an empty basement) when she confronts him, Lynette takes action the only way she knows how: by telling everyone on the street. This, of course, becomes a major cause in common for the residents of Wisteria Lane to take up and handle by making angry signs and throwing rocks at both the potential pedophile and his handicapped sister. Unfortunately, as the suburb begins to raise arms to the pervert, both the audience and Lynette begin to question whether Art is indeed the predator he seems to be. The audience feels especially guilty for their hasty judgment when his handicapped sister Rebecca has a panic-attack in response to the rioting on their lawn, and passes away due to complications soon after. After finding out about Rebecca's fate, Lynette's guilt and general good nature leads her to apologize to Art for his loss (and her life-ruining gossip). The end of the episode ends with this interaction, and the final few words from Art essentially admit to Lynette that his "urges" have always been subdued by the love for and guilt involving his sister Rebecca. Now that she is gone, he thanks Lynette for "freeing" him to be who he truly is. The episode ends with Lynette's disbelief and Art's departure, and the situation is never updated or discussed for the audience' benefit again, leaving viewers to forever assume that a pedophile has freely left Wisteria Lane to prey on young boys in a different suburb somewhere near by.
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Having been born and raised in the one-stoplight town of Collingwood, ON, I craved city life and sardonic people so much it hurt. So, I moved to Toronto to embrace my ability to be (as quoted by a professor from my undergraduate years) "wittily and wickedly self-deprecating" in my writing, with an onus of course on literature, film, and television; my three out of four vices (no, I don't plan to indulge you with the last).