This custody battle is going to completely rip my heart out and shred it pieces before it’s through, isn’t it?
After spending so long on Team Maxie, it still feels a little strange to now hate her so thoroughly. But there was something almost obscene about the juxtaposition of her flippant giddiness against Lulu and Dante’s panicked fear while they all waited for news from the court petition:
It’s not the fact that Maxie wants her baby that’s so wrong; it’s the way she suddenly seems to have divorced herself from all the pain she’s caused. It’s her continued surprise that Dante and Lulu would actually want to keep a baby they know isn’t biologically theirs — even though she spent months justifying her lies with the fact that biology made no difference.
All of which was why it was so very satisfying to see her brought back down to Earth by her confrontation with Lulu, with no punches spared on either side:
MAXIE: I will never stop feeling guilty about what happened on New Years Eve, but that doesn’t change the fact that Connie is my baby. And I don’t owe it to you to give her up.
LULU: As if you even want her.
MAXIE: Excuse me?
LULU: Can we please just stop pretending? We both know the reason you’re fighting for Connie and it’s not because you’re her mother — it’s because she’s this season’s hottest accessory.
I loved this exchange, because it kind of humanized them both. Of course, Lulu is hitting below the belt, blaming Maxie for the miscarriage and convincing herself this sudden desire for motherhood is just a flavor of the month. And after all the lies Maxie’s told and the times she’s gone back on her word, who can blame her? And of course Maxie is right that at the end of the day, none of the mistakes she’s made mean she owes Lulu her child. Just great stuff from both actresses there.
But seriously. This story’s going to kill me, isn’t it?
Also — and this probably goes without saying — but Dominic Zamprogna’s quieter grief over what he knows to be a no-win situation was just as devastating, if not more so. Dante is not only the world’s best husband, but the world’s most reasonable guy in a crisis. Bless.
Meanwhile, in today’s edition of Morgan is Hilariously Awful:
MORGAN: I don’t understand why you can’t just trust me.
JULIAN: Well, you did say you’d never turn on your father–
MORGAN: Yeah, but I told you: that was before he gave my brother a job.
AVA: Honey, I think what my brother is trying to say is that most people would need a little something more–
MORGAN: Did I tell you about the part where he offered to let me share the job? I mean, what does he expect after an insult like that?
JULIAN: Right. So, to be 100% clear, you’re okay with helping me kill your dad–
JULIAN: –because he offered you a job.
JULIAN: You’re actually sleeping with this little sociopath?
AVA: Look, have you seen his abs?
I may have read between the lines there a little at the end, but that is basically exactly what happened. And it was amazing. And hilarious. And awful. He truly is the son Sonny and Carly deserve.
(If this story doesn’t end with Sonny and Morgan locked in a room together, both breaking barware and screaming about BETRAAAAYAL, then there is no justice in the world.)