Oh, you guys. YOU GUYS. This episode was so super good for me.
First of all, watching both Alexis and Anna tear into Jason the last few days has been nothing short of joy-gasmic. I love how the show now seems to understand when characters suck. (With, erm, certain exceptions.)
But nothing could compare to the sheer bliss of Sam — worshipful, ride-or-die chick Sam — really, truly letting some TRUTH loose on his pathetic ass:
JASON: Sam, I wanted him out of the way. He was just going to be a problem!
SAM: No, Jason, John was not the problem! He was never the problem! It was you! You couldn’t love my baby. And instead of admitting it, you had those men beat him up to punish him for helping me!
I’m so glad she brought up the fact that Jason wasn’t punishing McBain for going after Sonny (because come on, every cop in town would have received a “warning” if that was the case) but for helping her. I mean, the dude saved his pregnant wife’s life and Jason’s response was to sneer in his face. And now this? HATE.
But the most gratifying moment of all was when she finally, FINALLY pointed out that his pain over her carrying her rapist’s baby did not actually trump her pain about the situation:
SAM: You said that you couldn’t love him. I mean, don’t you think that I had questions and doubts? I was raped. I was the one who got pregnant. Do you have any idea how that affected me?
I just… really needed to her puncture his poor me pity party about HER RAPE, you know? I needed it bad, kids.
(And of course we all got Heather flashbacking and inner-monologing all over the damn place, and of course, as we all suspected, she switched the tests and it’s really Jason’s baby after all. OF COURSE.) (And somehow that fact will absolve him of being the type of violent, childish asshole who has other dudes beaten up for talking to their estranged wives. Ugh, I’m hate-clenching just imagining it.)
I was also going to throw this picture of the Davis girls up and talk about how happy I was to see them in full-on supportive mode…
… but then Kristina had to go and suck so much today that even that hug is almost tainted. (Maybe she’s just faking? For, um… reasons? I don’t even know.)
Seriously, I’m at the point now where I really need effing Michael to show up and yell some sense into her, and if I’m encouraging that kind of smugness, then you know the situation’s really gone off the rails.