I'm Committed To Enjoying This While It (Briefly) Lasts
Because I know how this show works, I fully understand that for some reason the fact that Jason was telling Sam the truth today about having gone to the hotel to tell her he was sorry, the fact that he did try to call off (by voicemail) the beating of McBain, the fact that the baby isn't really dead, and the fact that Jason is actually the biological father -- well, all of these facts added up are obviously meant to somehow absolve Jason of his total and utter dickishness at some point in the future (not that it follows logically, but we've all been watching long enough to know Jason's never held responsible for anything for long, since he is the Saint of Port Charles and All Mob Enforcers). But for now? Can I please just savor Jason being told off? Can I please savor Jason getting looks like these from his wife?
I mean, sure, people should be looking at him like that every day. And those looks should be accompanied by dialogue like, "Wait a minute, you're a hit man? But this whole town looks to you for moral guidance?" "Hang on, you're a mob enforcer who is routinely called in by the local police force to rescue people and solve crimes?" "Just a second, you chose the mob-enforcing job over your first child, but everyone still treats you like the local child-whisperer?" "Hold up, your wife got raped and made the brave choice to raise her rapist's biological child and you decided to handle it by being a dick about some dude who was offering her more emotional support than you were, since you were offering none?" "Whoa, whoa, whoa, explain to me how you became a hit man because you had some sort of brain damage that took your emotions away, so you were able to injure and off human beings without feeling anything, and yet you frequently weep alone over a box?!"
But I digress. He still got a deeply, deeply appropriate guilt trip today. And I'm sure by the end of summer she'll be apologizing to him and praising him for all his wondrousness, but I'm damn sure going to love this while it lasts!
And when Sam confronted Jason about having had McBain beaten up, he totally just waved it off.
Jason: Sam, I wanted him out of the way! He was just going to be a problem. [Ah, Jason, this kind of thinking makes you such a stellar candidate for fatherhood. --Ed.]
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!
Jason: I tried to call it off, it was too late! [Oh. Well then. No biggie. Bygones! I mean come on, you left a voice mail! --Ed.]
Sam: Too late for what, Jason? It was too late for John. And it was too late for my baby.
And I do hereby thank Scott Sickles, who wrote today's episode. (Oops, I never did send him that gift basket last fall!) And I hereby praise him in advance for any more dialogue that you write that enables people to look at Jason like this:
In other "things I know will be all too brief but I'll have fun with it" news, guess who got the actual light, romantic "love in the afternoon" scenes today?
She even had a little comic bit when Steve walked in on their little kiss.
Elizabeth: Is there something you want?
Steve: Uhhh, I'm on rounds. Why, is there something you want?
Elizabeth: You to leave, is at the top of my list!
Huh. Somehow the head bandage doesn't seem all that un-hot when combined with the shirtlessness. And all the twinkly-eyed Aussieness of it all.
Liz: (clearly wishing otherwise) I should let you get dressed.
Are you crazy, Liz? No you shouldn't! Don't ever let him get dressed again!
So I'll enjoy his giddy infatuated schoolboy thing he's got going on with her while I can, since I'm sure eventually he'll turn out to be a serial killer or a child molester or something equally dark, because I don't really trust this show to give Elizabeth a romance that's actually fun and nice and isn't laden with incredibly heavy and depressing emotional baggage. So here I am, committed to appreciating what little time we have with these small glimpses of joy.
Otherwise, I was able to muster up zero compassion for Maxie (who didn't think to offer up a, "Oh hey, Matt, sorry I basically got you sent to prison for five years, which wouldn't have happened if I hadn't put this whole thing in motion") or certainly any for Spinelli and his puppy dog sad face again. And then Kristina is just the worst. And they took Matt away from me. And I really need for people to stop saying that Sam "lost the baby." No. Her son was born, he cried, she held him in her arms. And then a couple hours later, according to what she knows, her son died. For some weird reason they're making it sound like a stillbirth or a miscarriage, when it was neither of those things. All tragic events, but all very different events. I don't know why this point is getting under my skin so much, but it is.
Cry me a freakin' river.