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My thoughts about Jeremy being arrested were that Rafael set this up so that he'd be able to trip up Will. Rafael may have intended for Jeremy to be arrested, and if he managed to complete the drop-off, he would know that Will is using Jeremy as an informant. It might not be that, but Will told Rafael that he always knows what Rafael is up to, so Rafael might have decided to trip Will up. Long-shot idea, I know. Will is certain that he's pulled one over on Rafael by placing a CI in his organization, but I wonder ...

Well, at least Betty was in this episode. The show has done this premise before, where the dead person is in Will's head. I must have been tired and grumpy because it annoyed me more than anything in this episode. I liked the "B" part of the episode with Angie and Ormewood + kids involved in solving their case. In the real world I would hope the children would not be as involved as those two were, but it was done in a somewhat light manner. I'm concerned about Will and Marion. Both so happy and everything perfect between them. Isn't that always the setup before disaster strikes? Not my favorite episode.

In Angie's defense, when Seth (Scott Foley's character) was talking about his parents' anniversary party on Nantucket and his mom's apple pie and then asking her about her family and siblings, you could see her realizing just what a different world from hers he is from. (I'd be hard-pressed to feel comfortable with all that wholesomeness. Nantucket takes serious generational wealth.) There's some shame there about her being in foster care and having a mother who would sell her for a pack of cigarettes. At least Will already knows that background and is from it. Being suspicious is how she has survived, so when she saw the ring, her mind went to him being married. He was too good to be true, and so she blew the whole thing up. I got it. I didn't want her to do it, and I was glad that Ormewood and Franklin were there because she trusts them and realized she'd made a big mistake. Angie: His parents have been married for 50 years and vacation in Nantucket. What would he do if he found out my mom sold me for a pack of Newports? Franklin: So, you’re afraid he’s going to reduce your life to its worst moments, so you’ve reduced his to its best moments? That’s a neat trick.

Did no one check to make sure Jenna Elfman's character is really FBI? Sometimes the gaps left in storytelling in this show disappoint me. I love the atmosphere, the actors, but this episode was suspenseful music going on for ages to get a couple of jump scares out of me. Once or twice is good. I liked Joe's way with the younger brother of one of the missing boys, talking to him about ant farms and his own son. That's the part of this show I love. I get confused easily. At the beginning of the show, Joe's wife is doing his hair for him and he's cooking breakfast while they get ready to head to work, and then, same day I think, she asks him what's going on, he's been off lately. Huh? When did they show that? I saw a man watching a hummingbird outside his window while his wife slept next to him. It seemed peaceful. For all my complaints, I'll watch the show. I love the scenery, the characters, and I hope the storytelling is more connected this season.

I'm not indifferent to Angie's love life and I think she and the doctor have some great chemistry. I totally agree with you about the Greek chorus in the squad room and in the hospital. The residents were great.

Wow! Helluva way to start a dynasty. Enjoyed the episode, and I'm looking forward to the season. HBO believes in this show because the production values were off the charts in this episode. It is one I will watch again. From Vulture's recap of the episode: • I’m sure I’ll have plenty of opportunities to sound off about the level of craft on this show, but The Righteous Gemstones remains the rare series where a word like cinematic is a proper descriptor. The evocation of the period here is far above what would be required of a TV comedy, but there are specific sequences that stand out here, too, like a dynamic tracking shot that faces the Confederate side exclusively as they’re ripped apart by enemy fire. And that’s followed by a montage, set to Waylon Jennings’s “Goin’ Down Rockin’,” that frames blood-and-mud-caked soldiers dead center as if they were sitting for a portrait. Powerful stuff.

Has the theory that Valentin is part of the gang and in on the robbery and distracted Gaitok on purpose been floated? Cause the more I see of Valentin, the more uneasy I become.

I hope not. I liked Whiskey Cavalier, too. Sad it was only one season.

I loved Scott Foley in The Big Leap, which only lasted one season but was one of the better-written shows then. I hope he's here for a while.

I've only watched Conclave, which was a gorgeous, beautifully filmed movie. The acting was superb. Sad it didn't win best picture. But happy for Mikey. And for Kieran. Loved Conan, but especially the John Lithgow bit.

That was such a funny bit, but it got drowned out by all of the activity going on around her. No wonder poor Rina was such a mess. 😜

As much as I enjoyed seeing Ormewood dancing, this episode was not my favorite. I can't wait for Faith to move in with him, though. Should be fun! And, of course, Angie helps out a hit-and-run victim but turns out to have been at fault for him being hit because she was parked in the bike lane. I mean, why was she changing her oil on the road anyway, wouldn't you do that at home in your driveway or garage? That was weird. I love Scott Foley, so I hope he's not a bad guy of some sort. And I was really dumbfounded by Will just tying Betty to a park bench and leaving her there. He thinks of her like she was his child, who would do that? Not the Will we know. That seemed very out of character. I don't normally talk to my tv, but I was yelling at him to not leave her alone. Two weeks til the next episode. Waaah!

Anybody could have taken her, so yes, take her into the bathroom

Whenever I see a fox I think about this quote from Loren Eiseley in The Star-Thrower. “The creature was very young. He was alone in a dread universe. I crept on my knees and crouched beside him. It was a small fox pup from a den under the timbers who looked up at me. God knows what had become of his brothers and sisters. His parents must not have been home from hunting. He innocently selected what I think was a chicken bone from an untidy pile of splintered rubbish and shook it at me invitingly... the universe was swinging in some fantastic fashion around to present its face and the face was so small that the universe itself was laughing. It was not a time for human dignity. It was a time only for the careful observance of amenities written behind the stars. Gravely I arranged my forepaws while the puppy whimpered with ill-concealed excitement. I drew the breath of a fox's den into my nostrils. On impulse, I picked up clumsily a whiter bone and shook it in teeth that had not entirely forgotten their original purpose. Round and round we tumbled and for just one ecstatic moment I held the universe at bay by the simple expedient of sitting on my haunches before a fox den and tumbling about with a chicken bone. It is the gravest, most meaningful act I shall ever accomplish, but, as Thoreau once remarked of some peculiar errand of his own, there is no use reporting it to the Royal Society.” Foxes are magical, well, all of nature is really.

Mr. Farnon said he wasn't worse, made it through the night, and maybe turned a corner. So, it was hopeful.