I spent most of the last week enjoying the slightly warmer temperatures and totally delicious wines of the opposite coast, so please forgive me if this is slightly incoherent. But the show’s gotten a lot more interesting in the last few days, right? That’s not just my jet-lag talking?
First of all, Anna Devane, y’all:
ANNA: Faison? He deserves to be dead. No–he deserves worse. And perhaps that’s what Robert and I gave him.
OBRECHT: What are you saying?
ANNA: Maybe we let him live, so he could suffer for what he did to us — for letting us believe our daughter was dead. For taking Robin from us for two years! For those sadistic games that he played, taunting us with hints that Robin was alive when he had her! All along! For letting us live in doubt, never knowing the truth, torturing us with uncertainty. Well, you let me know if any of this sounds familiar to you. Because isn’t this what you’re going through right now? How does it feel not knowing the truth from a lie? You feel really vulnerable, don’t you? You feel ignorant at everything that’s going on. You’re at the mercy of someone who despises you. How does it feel when the shoe is on the other foot?
Is it wrong that her listing all the ways she might have killed Faison turned me a on a little? Because it if is, then I don’t really want to be right.
Meanwhile, Robin herself took off to parts unknown, aka Elsewhere In New York. Say what you will about the way this story has gone down — and I have — but that was a great goodbye. Montage! Threats! Tears! Off-screen frozen popsicle hit man!
The implied link between the Jason stuff and the Silas stuff is the first time I’ve actually been the slightest bit interested in Nina as either a character or a story. Although it does highlight the weirdness of neither Patrick nor Robin even considering letting Sam know her husband might still be alive. I can completely understand not wanting to give her false hope on such flimsy evidence. But you’d think Patrick — of all people — might have some insight into how it feels to be left out of the loop when there’s even the slightest chance a dead spouse might be alive.
And speaking of Jason’s other half, it’s so nice to see Sonny doing his own dirty work again. And so incompetently, too! I mean, if we have to have mob stories, I vastly prefer one where it’s at least clear we’re supposed to find both sides equally questionable, right? How else to interpret Shawn spouting off about Julian’s lack of “honor” one day and then casually offering to go kill AJ in his hospital bed the next?
(Judging by his past track record of failures as an assassin, I look forward to the hijinks of Shawn sneaking around in stolen scrubs, accidentally smothering the wrong patient.)
But Sonny in a frothing, incoherent rage, not only shooting a man in cold blood (again) but betraying a son in the process (again, some more)? It’s like a present gift-wrapped especially for me. Anticipating the look on Michael’s face when he realizes his father shot his father is keeping me warm at night, seriously.
I’m also warmed by all the family solidarity from Tracy and Morgan, and by getting Elizabeth and AJ on screen together again — even if one of them is unconscious. They’re clearly never getting back together, but it’s nice to hear Liz admitting she still cares about him.
Especially since I hate the other man circling her with a passion possibly only rivaled by Carly:
CARLY: How does Ric have the nerve to show his face around here?
ELIZABETH: Some might say the same about you. Or me, for that matter.
CARLY: Except we never locked up a pregnant woman in a panic room, planning to steal her baby and gift if to his wife.
ELIZABETH: I know, look — your issues with Ric are…
ME: COMPLETELY JUSTIFIED, NOW AND FOREVER?
ELIZABETH: …your issues with Ric. I see him differently.
CARLY: You see him the way he wants you to see him.
ELIZABETH: Kind of like you and Franco?
CARLY: Okay, yeah you’re right. I’m living in a glass house and I shouldn’t throw stones. I just–I care what happens to you.
Things I love: that both Alexis and Carly are being protective of Elizabeth when it comes to Ric, that Carly is still allowed to hate him UNTIL THE END OF TIME for the panic room, and that her gratitude over Josslyn’s life hasn’t been forgotten. Frenemies forever!
As far as Ric’s concerned, as little interest as I have in his continuing sad and pointless vendetta against Sonny, I’m kind of tickled by the idea of him representing Julian while secretly in possession of his only alibi and unable to use it without outing their partnership. Think of all the opportunities for awkward, pregnant pauses and meaningful, ironic stares?
Mostly, though, I’m just holding my breath to see him cross paths with Ava. He always did work best with a good femme fatale at his side.