What Show Am I Watching? My Equilibrium Is Totally Off Kilter Now!
It's not that there was never truth telling in Port Charles; there always has been a small but determined chorus of residents willing to say things like "Sonny is a plague on our society", or "Killing people for profit is wrong" or "For the love OF, Spinelli, can you speak an actual human language for five minutes in a row?".
The problem is that these residents were usually supervillains mere moments away from their inevitable deaths, or the show's designated square characters, and either way, their perfectly reasonable assessments were meant to be scoffed at and ignored. "Oh, a killer who kills out of hatred, not monetary gain, feels like that?! Then I sure can't!" "A hot, charming financier with an amazing accent doesn't like Sonny? I'd die before I got lumped in with a loser like that!"
But Sam's utter devastation and profound grief has led her to be the most honest person in all of Port Charles, cutting down Jason and anyone defending Jason bluntly and unemotionally. Which on its own is strange enough, because that's happened between once and never. And, most shockingly of all, I think we are supposed to believe what Sam is saying wholeheartedly and perhaps, if you are the overly excited and overly invested kind of soap fan, cheer out loud and make encouraging faces at your television screen.
I know that it's sort of a cheat to highlight every single bit of dialogue this woman had today because hello laziness, but really, every bit of it is too perfect to let it go without comment.
Elizabeth: I saw Jason yesterday. He's pretty destroyed.
Sam: Was he?
Elizabeth: I think if the two of you got together and talked about it, it would help a lot.
Sam: Oh, yeah? Me or him?
Elizabeth: I didn't mean to upset you. I just think jason wants to be with you. He wants to mourn with you.
Sam: Oh, right. All of a sudden, he's confident he could have loved the baby.
Elizabeth: He seems genuine.
Sam: You know when else he was genuine? He was genuine when I begged him to try, when I begged him to let us be a family, and he said no.
Elizabeth: He's struggling.
Sam: And I wasn't?
Sam: No, actually, this is good. These are things that I should have said a long time ago. I-I get it. I get it. Jason's finally coming around and everything. But we needed his love from the start, not now that the baby is just conveniently dead.
Elizabeth: Sam --
Sam: What?! Am I making you uncomfortable right now? I mean, god forbid if I make anyone uncomfortable, especially jason. I mean, I've got to tiptoe around his feelings. I can't tell him how scared I actually am, how hurt I actually am. Oh, it's like a knife through my heart every single time he looks at us, and all he sees is Franco.
Sam: It is Jason's fault that my baby died. Did he tell you that when he was unburdening himself?
Elizabeth: He told me you hold him responsible.
Sam: Jason is responsible. John would have had time to get me to the hospital if it hadn't been -- when my baby got sick, the doctors would have been able to do something. They could have. He could be here with me right now, Elizabeth.
Elizabeth: Sam, there's no way the doctors could --
Sam: Are you defending him right now? I mean, of course you would be defending him, because nothing is ever Jason's fault. My baby died because of him. It is his fault.
I only wish that Sam's epic honesty was taking place under happier circumstances along the lines of drunken shenanigans or a post-breakup catharsis. The grief and Kelly Monaco's gutted faces are keeping this from being an utterly rewatchable classic...almost. COME ON! When was the last time someone said ANYTHING was Jason's fault?! It's too good.
Also, I would like to go on record as saying that if Kate's hunch is correct and that she is pregnant, I will be forced to take drastic measures, like angrily blogging and huffing loudly at my television. And don't think I won't do it!