Graceland "Magic Numbers" Review: The Adventures of Bonnie and Chuck
The search for the missing Tinker Bells continues, and while I wouldn't say DJ is completely out of his stupor—not by a long shot—the guy has at least returned to something resembling a functional undercover agent. With Mike's superiors back in Washington breathing down his neck for some real evidence, Jakes landed a mechanic gig for the bus company suspected of transporting the Tinker Bells aaaand... didn't find much of anything until weekly cliffhanger time, but it was kind of nice seeing him not suck at his job for once.
Off the clock, DJ's life is still in shambles, and I'm sure crushing twelvers in his car in the middle of the night with only the friendly neighborhood streetwalker to keep him company won't blow up in his face later this season or anything. Nope. Definitely not a problem at all.
While Mike and Jakes took their anger out on a charter bus, the never-ending atonement of Charlie and Briggs continued. With the FBI refusing to pay the Widow Badillo her sorry-we-got-your-husband-killed money and the resultant financial strain causing her to fall off the sobriety wagon, Charlie got wind of an impending drug deal and decided to falsely claim that Kelly Badillo was her informant so that Kelly could make some cash from the bust. While all went well and Kelly got her money, something (everything) about this plan seems like a bad idea. It wouldn't be difficult for a casually observant individual to figure out that the "informant" Kelly Badillo and the Widow Badillo are one and the same. Wouldn't it be kind of odd for the upstanding wife of an FBI bigwig to suddenly know the location of all the good heroin in SoCal? Wouldn't it look kind of suspicious considering that FBI bigwig is only officially missing, and, despite what Kelly's falsified papers claim, not actually declared dead? Kelly thinks the investigation is over, but it's really not, and one day the real investigation will end and I just see this whole charade falling apart once someone pokes it in the right place. Idk.
Still, gotta love watching the house's very own Bonnie and Clyde work together. Charlie and Briggs are so dour and depressed in their real lives these days that the opportunity to see them put on their smooth drug-dealer costumes and just play happy for a little while is a nice break from all the brooding.
Last season, DJ was the island in the house—the guy who kind of just struck out on his own and didn't particularly care to be a part of the community within its walls. In Season 2, however unintentionally, it seems that the island role has been passed along to Johnny, whose current undercover gig has repeatedly challenged his own morality. This week's skeevy sex games essentially turned the guy who has previously been referred to as Graceland's conscience into a rape accomplice, cranking Johnny's discomfort and disillusionment up to eleven fo sho. Dude is NOT in a good place right now.
Then again, on Graceland, even when someone is in a "good place," it's hard not to panic about the impending disaster waiting just behind the nearest palm tree. Sniff. Our little Graceland is all grown up.
NOTES (Or, an ode to Hungover Jakes)
– "Pop quiz, Hot Shot." Speed references are always appropriate. Can we get a "Shoot the hostage" next plz?
– "Life sucks. Everything hurts. Nothing is good." Hungover DJ is so pathetic and profound all at the same time.
– "I got the devil out." No, really, hungover DJ is the best.
What did you think of "Magic Numbers"?
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