Bomb Girls Recap 2.8: A Bomb in Gilead

(This recap was originally published on April 2, 2013)

I’m just going to say it: this was my favorite episode of my favorite show on television right now (I get to say that because Pretty Little Liars is on a break).  I come at recapping from a pretty cynical place, both by training and inclination, but I swear to god I felt my heart grow while watching this episode.  And it’s a painful business, growing one’s heart. You stretch it with laughter and tears and terror and triumph, but it’s some of the best work a person can do, or a work of art can inspire. Let’s begin.

Here’s a little tune I call “Happy Happy Joy Joy”

Jewel Box.  Night.  Betty McRae, white knight of our hearts, is in heaven.  She is dancing with her best friend, she is a little drunk, and she has had a couple of weeks to build some really solid bedroom technique.  Also the music is actually really good tonight, thank Jesus.  Heaven, however, is a realm in which Betty dwells alone.  Gladys, still mourning James, is firmly on Earth. Kate, watching Betty give all her attention to someone else, is a little lower.  And even Teresa, seeing with the somewhat clearer eyes of a veteran lezzer, knows that discretion is the better part of romance. 

Seeing her like this–smiling with her whole face and body, maybe for the first time ever–and knowing she’s drawing suspicious eyes, gives you some idea of the heartbreak that lies ahead.  ALSO, and this is very important, we learn that Betty taught herself to dance with A REGRIGERATOR DOOR. I feel like if that information were out before the March Madness tournament, she would still be in the running.  She pulls Teresa close and earns a warning to be careful while the singer ominously croons that “you can’t fool all the people all the time.”

Meanwhile, Gladys gets a champagne cocktail from none other than Tahmoh Penikett.  I was a little ambivalent about his inclusion in the cast, given how much I loved Helo in Battlestar Galactica, and loathed Paul Ballard in Dollhouse, and I think the jury’s still out.  I mean, I really want to be a nice person and everything, but we have to talk about that accent.  At first I thought he was doing a bad Jack Kennedy and then I realized it was actually a really bad posh British accent.  On the other hand, the man can work a fedora and is very handsome in a rectangular sort of way.  

Gladys isn’t immune to his charms but is still hesitant to get back in the dating pool, so she escapes to the powder room.  While there, she is accosted by a redhead looking to engage in a little girl talk.  

Do you have a mint and a tampon and how often do the trucks leave Vic Mu and at what time and what are they carrying, exactly?

 Gladys’ ears perk up and her mood lifts.  A mission.  At last.

In her own way, Lorna is also at loose ends without a mission or, in her case, a nemesis.  Now that Bob is on vacay, she has no one to plot against. But wait!  The long-forgotten Sheila reappears while on break from the hospital, so perhaps there is some trouble to be made after all.

But seriously, this is heartbreaking.

At the factory, Lorna is quick to enlist the women to come help her stalk Sheila at work.  Betty declines, because she has her own soldier to tend to, but Kate eagerly volunteers, since Ivan is busy and this looks like her best shot at a storyline this week.

Out on the floor, Gladys spies the mysterious redhead from last night, but this girl pretends not to know her, an act of such boldness that even Gladface is momentarily thrown off guard.

Um did that chick really just try to gaslight me?

When she goes to Snaky Akins’ office to investigate further, he introduces Helo as Clifford Perry, the new head of security.  I don’t know that he’s super cut out for the job, since when the mysterious redhead goes missing he just eyebrow waggles at Gladys.  Clearly this man doesn’t know how things are done around here.

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