That's Cold, Big E.

I thought we were going to get the Big E. Langston who admired Kaitlyn openly and with pricey opera glasses. Instead, he was the biggest red herring this side of the one your uncle swears he caught back in 1994 at Cape Cod. The payoff was magnificent. But damn, Big E., how do you go from having a lady with that big a smile on her face just to drop her on her back like a sack of potatoes? That's cold, man. Ice cold.