If I say that the legal fallout from the Caleb saga was handled more realistically than usual for this show, I trust you’ll all understand that that doesn’t mean it wasn’t still utterly, implausibly REDONK. But in a fun way for once!
JOHN KNOWS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT.
And, hey! They paid lip service to the idea that there are usually consequences when you break out of jail, even if you’re innocent of the crimes for which you were originally arrested! (Or in Lucy’s case… still completely guilty of stabbing a cop. Bygones!) That’s progress, right?
Anyway, mayoral politics brushing the whole thing aside is way easier to swallow than, say, any trial that has involved Sonny Corinthos in any way in the last decade. And it gave us this gem:
MAYOR WILCOX: If we press charges, we’re going to look like heartless monsters.
D.A. MARTINEZ: And if we don’t? What are we saying to the citizens of Port Charles? That we condone vigilante justice? That everyone should just take the law into their own hands?
NO! NOT VIGILANTE JUSTICE IN PORT CHARLES! (Um… are you guys new? I mean, I guess there could be some confusion among the citizenry once they realized it was a cop being rewarded for vigilante justice and not a member of the local mafia. But otherwise? Not really gonna phase the good folks of Port Charles.)
But more importantly: John and Sam once again demonstrated their complete inability to be in the same room and not compulsively invade one another’s personal space.
I choose to interpret Danny’s flails as a sign that he is also perplexed by why they’re not constantly making out.
I know, Danny. I KNOW. Sometimes it makes me chew my fist with frustration, too, little bro.