Taxes are almost done and ready to submit. I got my last 1099-R this week, even though I’d already entered it into TurboTax as if I’d already received it. One more step in getting things cleared off my desk and the floor around it. I still have to write an essay and finish a couple of short stories, but then I think I’m going to try to carve out a chunk of time to work on a novel. I’ve been promising myself I’d tackle it again, but I can finally see the clearing. Assuming something else unexpected doesn’t drop into my lap—or that I don’t accidentally volunteer for something again.
Looks like an injury episode on Survivor tonight. No clues about who’s at risk of being pulled from the game but I’d nominate Shamar if they’re taking suggestions.
At last the elusive Drew Thompson has been identified on Justified, and it was the guy we’ve been suspecting for a few episodes now, which is fun because apparently the writers weren’t sure who it was going to be until they broke out the story for episode 5. There was one, brief moment last night when I thought, “Wouldn’t it be funny if it’s Constable Bob?” but then I realized that would make no sense whatsoever. He’s nowhere near the right age. Raylan must be a tad embarrassed that he asked Drew Thompson for help in finding Drew Thompson. Great scene with Hunter in Wynn Duffy’s trailer. Such a checkered past Raylan and Duffy have.
It’s always fun watching Art go ballistic over Raylan’s antics. Tim wasn’t cowed by his tirade though. After Art told Tim to call Raylan, Tim responded, “Do you want me to write that down or paraphrase?” Deputy Dunlop is on Art’s shit list. “Get used to purging case files until I figure out how to like you again.” Raylan knew the Deputy would catch heat for turning Hunter over to him. Tim tells Raylan that Dunlop has a bright future in mall security, thanks to him. Art throws a few more things around and storms off to his office. “If anybody wants to screw anything else up, just wait until tomorrow.”
It was an episode of secrets coming to light. Hunter was bound and determined not to reveal Drew’s identity—so much so that he was willing to throw himself in front of a truck rather than go to prison and get murdered by the Dixie Mafia (dying in much the same way as Raylan predicted Arlo would). It was Constable Bob (of the midget police—”do you have cuffs small enough to fit him?”) who knew enough about the past to clue Raylan in as to Drew’s identity, though by then the mysterious Mr. Thompson had already made good his getaway. At least Constable Bob got to pull out his “go bag,” which is as full of tricks as Felix the Cat’s. Then Boyd finds out about Colton and Ellen May, thanks to Johnny, who still doesn’t seem to know what sort of game he’s playing.
Hunter got all the best speeches—the one in the car that was meant to let Drew know that he’d never talk and the one with Raylan at the end that started out complimentary and then took a hook south. “You listen to what your mamma taught you and not that old son of a bitch and you may turn out all right, but I wouldn’t count on it because I think we both know whose voice it is that makes you do what you do.” Raylan is struggling with the concept of Arlo who, he learns, may have attacked a neighbor to protect Raylan’s mother’s honor. He even made up a story about what Arlo said the last time he saw him that, perhaps, betrays what he hoped would have happened.
Only four episodes left!
