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quarter_to_fiveAlmost a totally sappy episode, but not quite. Steele does all the driving in this episode, in both cars. Whoever has the stronger personal motivation in a given episode gets to drive?
Steele doesn't really have any clue what he's trying to do with Jackie, does he? Poor sod, he just knows he needs to do something. He doesn't just sit him down for a chat, he drags him off to his apartment - his very nice apartment, which he conned his way into. It's half a respectable adult trying to cow a street kid, but it's half a street kid showing off to the old crowd. Look at me, I made good.
He's going to tell him that...what exactly? Crime doesn't pay? No, crime does pay, only you've got to do it right? You've got to stop making shit up about yourself? No, you just need to make really effective shit up? You need to trust people? No, you need to trust a very few people so as to more efficiently distrust everyone else? Being on the run is fine..."but if a woman take your hand, then go and stand with her?"
At best, he's offering to be a sort of gentleman-thief-mentor to the kid, like Chalmers was to him, but he just spent the last two episodes respectively trying to untangle himself from Chalmers schemes for him and looking for his actual father. (ok, so i'm spoilered for some of this stuff, but i'm pretending i'm not.)
How awesome is it, by the way, that Laura does not particularly connect with Jackie? She's nice and she makes an effort, but she's got her own agenda and she's not an immediate antidote to Steele. They don't always balance each other, narratively - sometimes they're both right, sometimes they're both useless. (Oh, and she totally swings up to and climbs up a fire escape in heels.)
A few nice twists to the mystery ("But he was our villain!") and I really liked the deadpan cop too. And Laura has, like, codes and ethics and stuff and argues with the police about them, and is in general a total pro. So awesome.
Clothes were fine (well, Leroy's bright blue jacket with the weird collar and bright red shirt with the giant collar and slouchy broad brimmed hat and beige camo-like print pants? Questionable. I would wear that outfit, after all,) until the leather suit makes it's tragic reappearance in the very end. Good grief, he looks upholstered.
Steele doesn't really have any clue what he's trying to do with Jackie, does he? Poor sod, he just knows he needs to do something. He doesn't just sit him down for a chat, he drags him off to his apartment - his very nice apartment, which he conned his way into. It's half a respectable adult trying to cow a street kid, but it's half a street kid showing off to the old crowd. Look at me, I made good.
He's going to tell him that...what exactly? Crime doesn't pay? No, crime does pay, only you've got to do it right? You've got to stop making shit up about yourself? No, you just need to make really effective shit up? You need to trust people? No, you need to trust a very few people so as to more efficiently distrust everyone else? Being on the run is fine..."but if a woman take your hand, then go and stand with her?"
At best, he's offering to be a sort of gentleman-thief-mentor to the kid, like Chalmers was to him, but he just spent the last two episodes respectively trying to untangle himself from Chalmers schemes for him and looking for his actual father. (ok, so i'm spoilered for some of this stuff, but i'm pretending i'm not.)
How awesome is it, by the way, that Laura does not particularly connect with Jackie? She's nice and she makes an effort, but she's got her own agenda and she's not an immediate antidote to Steele. They don't always balance each other, narratively - sometimes they're both right, sometimes they're both useless. (Oh, and she totally swings up to and climbs up a fire escape in heels.)
A few nice twists to the mystery ("But he was our villain!") and I really liked the deadpan cop too. And Laura has, like, codes and ethics and stuff and argues with the police about them, and is in general a total pro. So awesome.
Clothes were fine (well, Leroy's bright blue jacket with the weird collar and bright red shirt with the giant collar and slouchy broad brimmed hat and beige camo-like print pants? Questionable. I would wear that outfit, after all,) until the leather suit makes it's tragic reappearance in the very end. Good grief, he looks upholstered.
