The ongoing breakdown in the credits continues this week, as an Afghan Whigs-sounding cover of "Love Is All Around," written by the amazing Paul Williams and best known as the Mary Tyler Moore theme, follows Eddie down the street. With one episode left, I think it's fair to say that this is the big thing. The big bad.
Jackie lives like a rat in the walls of her life. Things get too heavy, the love and its burdens get too strong over here, run over there. Love is all around, but as long as she has enough places to run, it won't ever be too much. Because it's the burdens that matter: keeping those connections alive. If she didn't love Kevin she could laugh in his face and say she lost the ring, but she couldn't do that, because her marriage means something. Run to drugs, and when that gets weird run to Eleanor, to Mo-Mo, to her feelings of parental anxiety, and when that is too hard run to Eddie, to his office that's been getting smaller and smaller week by week, and now has pushed her out altogether. Then run to Queens. Dance as fast as you can.
As long as nobody sees you, it's just a shell game you can play forever, and never be where people think you are: you can stay alive. Smashing her finger was the action of a caged rat, biting off its leg to stay free, keeping its hidey-holes available without anybody knowing. But keep playing that shell game long enough and that's what you become, and that's what she's learning now. If it takes Eddie coming all the way to Queens, Eddie who's lost everything now, then that's what it takes: Sometimes you have to burn the whole motherfucker down if you're ever going to build anything again. And sometimes God has to light the first match.
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