Season 23, Episode 44
First aired January 31, 2019
I’m a bit off schedule, recapping an episode from last week,
but this one is too special to miss, so here we go. It’s directed by our pal
Eamonn Norris, filmmaker extraordinaire and all-around good guy, who if I ever meet in person I will ply
with round after round of drinks, a) because I like him and b) in hopes of
getting scandalous tales of Domhnall O’Donoghue’s lurid past out of him.
We open out in the street, where Mo asks the increasingly
skeevy Fiach how Jennifer is doing after yesterday’s chemo. On one hand, it’s
nice that Mo cares about Jennifer’s well being in spite of her relentless
awfulness, but on the other hand, we can’t help feeling that if she’d stop
encouraging them, Jennifer and Fiach would both go away. I’m just saying.
Anyway, Fiach says that Jennifer is tired, probably of him but possibly also of
other things, and that she’s not up for visitors, so therefore Mo should come
over for dinner tonight. Oh, good lord. Mo agrees, because she believes in the
innate goodness and dignity of all human-type beings and has also apparently
suffered a series of recent head injuries, and as she walks off, Fiach looks
smirkily pleased with himself. I am, of course, a consummate pacifist and am
against violence of all kinds, but also hope somebody punches Fiach in the junk
in the near future.
Speaking of people who need to be punched in the nether
regions, over at Caitríona’s we are subjected to the return of Tommy, whom we
last saw being hilariously Thelma-and-Louise-d
by Berni and Bobbi Lee. It seems she has hired him to go install hidden
cameras over at the radio station to monitor Sonia’s activities, because
Caitríona hates her and has tortured Vince till he’s a smoldering husk and therefore needs a new toy. Surprisingly,
Tommy asks her whether this is legal, a word we wouldn’t have thought would be
in his vocabulary, but she insists it is. This will be a good case for Dee to
take on the next time she needs a break from murdering Katy. Tommy agrees to do
it, but protests weakly that he doesn’t think it’s right, another concept we
doubt he’d concern himself with, so she tells him she’s not paying him to think
about what’s right and wrong and that he’ll shut up and get installing if he
knows what’s good for him. He flirts with her grossly for a while before she throws
him out, at which point she looks somehow surprised that someone she found in
the Uncredentialed Day Laborers section of YuckosForHire.com is morally
questionable.