If there’s an award for quietly breaking my heart, Jason Thompson and John Ingle double teamed to win it today:
PATRICK: Yes, baby?
EMMA: If we don’t get better, will we get to see Mommy?
PATRICK: I really hope so.
OH MY GOD, THAT CHILD. AND HER FREAKING KOALA. Patrick’s face throughout that entire scene just killed me. But that was nothing to seeing Edward’s shaky thumbs up gesture as Emma received the only dose of the cure.
I knew John Ingle was ill, but seeing him look and sound so frail was still shocking. It’s likely this was his last appearance on the show, and if that turns out to be true, then extra kudos to the writing team for finding a way to work around the actor’s clearly weakened condition to give him a last scene worthy of the character’s long history on the show.
Farewell, John Ingle. You will be missed.
Honoring Edward’s affection for Robin was a lovely way to say goodbye. And seeing one last “I love you” between him and Tracy? Yeah, I’m kind of blubbering right now just thinking about it.
TRACY: Forget protocol. We’re playing by Quartermaine rules now, and if a Quartermaine steals it, a Quartermaine owns it, so I stole it for daddy and daddy wants Emma to have it.
(Is there a word for laughing and sobbing at the same time? “Hystericry,” maybe?)
And we got a bonus Dillon and Ned reference! And Tracy opened a tender emotional moment with Monica by calling her a “promiscuous social climber”! Then she ended the episode with a monologue about the long, fulfilling life Edward has lived that had me in tears again! Jane Elliot owns my soul, people. Trufax. She’s just that awesome.
Meanwhile, across town — where there is actual SUNLIGHT and EXPLOSIONS and absolutely zero Jason Morgan (seriously, how amazing is it that we’ve had two days of gun battles and bomb diffusing and the town saint has been sitting on his ass at the hospital playing amateur geneticist? SO AMAZING) — Alexis and Jerry continued to simmer with dirtybadwrong chemistry:
JAX: What are you going to do Jerry? Are you going to force her to stay with you?
JERRY: Well, I have high hopes for us, you know, once the Stockholm Syndrome sets in.
You guys! He just wants a fresh start! Is that so much to ask? Can’t an international terrorist just tie up the lady he loves and sail off into the sunset in peace? It continues to amaze and delight me that Alexis — of all people — is not only the focus of attention and object of desire here, but also getting to be all calm and nobly self-sacrificing:
ALEXIS: I’ve changed my mind. I will go with you. Freely. With my full cooperation.
JERRY: I knew you’d come around.
ALEXIS: Because I know that if I go with you willingly, you will save my children. Even if I never get to see them again, I know that they’ll be alive. So you take me, you take you money. And we’ll all disappear. But I’ll have the satisfaction of knowing everybody is safe. And that’s enough for me.
An woman over-fifty sought after by multiple dudes, getting to be heroic? It’s like I’m in some bizarro land where everything is opposite and wonderful! (I hope Bob Guza is watching and crying angry tears into his “Jason Morgan Is My Lord and Savior” t-shirt.)
But see, that’s the funny thing that happens when Jason is forced to sit out a crisis on the sidelines: other characters get to be awesome. Lots of other characters! Dante, Shawn, and John’s gun battle with Jerry’s henchmen yesterday was hilariously ridiculous and beautiful, from Dante’s (and what looked like Dominic Zamprogna’s?) fabulous kicking skills to John’s drop and roll.
And then, today, Lulu got to step up, stand by her man, and help with the bomb diffusing! John prepared to sacrifice himself! And Sonny and Jax took on Jerry while Shawn rescued Alexis. WITH HIS TONGUE:
Those two had better get a steamy love scene after all this is over, is all I have to say about that.
Alexis is, of course, reliably one of the only people that can make Sonny palatable to me anymore, so his determination not to let Jerry take her was really good for me:
SONNY: Let me tell you something, Jax, anything happens to my little girl’s mother, I’m gonna kill you myself.
See? Normally, that kind of stupid, macho posturing from him would drive me up the wall, but he remembered that Alexis is the mother of one of his children and… yeah. Heart? Melted.
Likewise, the only time I really like Jason is when he’s getting righteously indignant over things that also annoy me, so I particularly appreciated his outrage over Kelly’s incompetence the other day:
JASON: Why didn’t Doctor Lee catch it, then? She went over the chart with Sam!
ELIZABETH: It’s possible she wasn’t even looking at the blood type because it wasn’t relevant at that moment.
JASON: She told Sam the baby had hemophilia — how could the blood type not be relevant?
Jason, Jason, Jason… it’s cute that you think a doctor who didn’t notice when when Maxie miscarried a pillow would notice a petty little detail like the blood type of a child with a blood disease who died under slightly suspicious circumstances not matching that of his parents. Silly little hit man!