White Collar 3.08 (Recap part 4 of 4)
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The FBI conference room, night.
The team is listening to a recording of Jimmy talking to Van Horn.
Jimmy says he's planted evidence all over the city, and if they kill him, it'll go public.
Van Horn: Gentlemen, whatever it takes to get Mr. Wilson to talk, do it.
Peter says their techs picked this up an hour earlier. Barad-dûr caught Jimmy by luring him to a meeting with a fake whistle-blower. Now Jimmy's somewhere inside their fortress.
Diana: How do we do this?
Peter: With speed and precision. Van Horn's a killer. He sees us coming--
Neal: Could turn into a hostage situation.
Clinton: Or he could kill Jimmy before we get to him. Claim it was self-defence.
Neal: *gets a gleam in his eye* What if we could figure out where Jimmy is before going in with a warrant?
Peter: That would help.
Peter asks Diana to get her friends at the State Dept to set up a meeting with Van Horn for tomorrow morning. Neal's going to play a "high-ranking naval commander". He seems a little young for the role, and their plan gives Van Horn's henchgoons the entire night to torture Jimmy, but whatever.
Neal: I poke around, find out where they're holding Jimmy.
Diana: We move right to him before Van Horn has a chance to try anything.
Peter: (to Neal) Can you do it?
Neal: I was an admiral. Royal Navy.
Peter: I didn't hear that. Nobody heard that. Pencils down. Don't write that.
Heh.
Cut to Neal's naked torso.
See? They don't need a love interest to get his shirt off.
They're strapping a gizmo to Neal that will clone Van Horn's security pass.
Clinton tells Peter he'd like to lead the team in. Peter doesn't think it's a good idea, but Clinton convinces him. He promises he won't let things get personal again. This misleadingly foreshadows a Clinton-Van Horn moment where it could.
Cut to Barad-dûr.
Now it's Neal in dress whites, and Van Horn's just given him a tour of the facility. Because apparently the CEO does everything these days. Neal successfully clones Van Horn's access card, and when Van Horn excuses himself, Neal pretends to leave, then doubles back and starts exploring.
From the van, Peter tells Neal to be careful.
In his office, Van Horn is preparing to return to South Africa. He plans to drop Jimmy's body into the Hudson on the way. He has a big display case of weapons on his office wall. I wonder if that's to discourage his employees from asking for pay raises.
Neal finds a guarded room on the 9th floor and tells Peter that's probably where Jimmy is. The FBI move in. When Van Horn realises what's going on, he gets a minion to jam radio transmissions in and out of the building and disable the elevators.
Van Horn checks his security cameras and sees Neal lurking.
Van Horn gets a crossbow off the wall (because the FBI might hear gunshots), looks at it lovingly and goes hunting.
The team realises that Neal's comms are jammed, and they start running up nine flights of stairs. I really hope that when they get to the top, they'll be panting and sweaty.
Van Horn finds Neal and aims for his chest. His crossbow has laser sights. He doesn't ask who Neal is or what he's looking for. Is he presuming Neal's with the FBI, or does he just not care? *shrugs*
Neal runs. Chasey McChase. I have to presume divine intervention, because that's the only way Neal isn't already dead, unless Striker's deliberately toying with him.
Neal throws himself through the air, and Striker's bolt hits the fire alarm, which goes off but doesn't affect the plot at all.
Neal lands on his back, winded, and Striker stands over him with a wolfish grin and aims to kill. Before he can, Clinton steps in, gun trained on Striker. It's over.
Diana helps Neal up.
Diana: You okay?
Neal: Just another day.
Peter says, "Nice work, Jones," and sends him up to rescue Jimmy.
Jimmy: I take it you got my postcard.
Clinton: I did. It cost me a flatscreen.
me: *drinks*
Cut to Clinton and Isabel in the street. Not a residential one, this time.
Isabel's heading back that night. Clinton asks how she's doing and says they should be able to get Jimmy a reduced sentence. Isabel says she'll help Jimmy through his jail time and then they'll see.
Clinton: He's a lucky guy.
Isabel: You're pretty lucky yourself. That Neal is a hottie, and I saw how he was looking at you.
Clinton: *blushes, but doesn't deny it*
me: La la la la la...
Cut to the office, night.
Peter, Diana and Neal are sitting around discussing a stakeout.
Peter: I've got some devilled ham.
Neal: *sounds of disgust*
Clinton: *enters* What's going on?
Diana: Our repro trader might be making his move tonight.
Peter: Neal's complaining about another stakeout.
Neal: Oh, no. I'm not complaining. I'm stating a fact: I would rather pound my thumb with a hammer than do another stakeout.
Clinton: I'll do it.
Diana: (with grisly nonchalance) What, pound his thumb?
Clinton: Nah, I'll do the stakeout.
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Peter: You don't mind?
Clinton: No, not at all. Matter of fact, I kind of miss it.
Neal: Thank you. Thank you, Jones.
Diana and Clinton drift away, and Peter beams at Neal, silently approving of this new Neal/Clinton development.
Neal: Are you sure you want to miss poker night?
Peter: Yeah, I don't mind. I kind of enjoy these all nighters. Whereas some choose to complain about it...
Neal: You know how I get in the van. I get anxious, sweat--
Peter: I do know, I do know. *tosses him the stress ball* You have a good night.
Neal: (to his departing back, suppressing guilt at his impending betrayal) You too.
Neal heads to the door. He pauses by his desk to call Moz and tell him Peter's pulling an all-night stakeout.
Mozzie: Perfect. I'm en route to the Suit family estate right now. We don't have to like it, but it has to be done.
Neal: Yeah. I know.
Neal flips his hat onto his head with none of his usual smugness and heads out to break everyone's (except Mozzie's) hearts.
Cut to El and Mozzie at Casa Burke.
They're going to an art exhibition and dinner. (Peter, who was surprised last week to find out that El has Mozzie's phone number, either doesn't know or doesn't care about this fraternisation.) El locks up. Mozzie follows in her wake, unlocking up.
El: It means a lot to me that you thought of me, so thank you.
I really hope she knows what's going on and is just twisting the knife. Mozzie is hard to like when he's pulling stuff like this. El sets the alarm and tells Satch to be good, and Mozzie hustles her out the door.
As soon as they're gone, Neal slips in the back (to Satchmo's excitement) and runs to turn off the alarm.
He's in the leather jacket again.
He lets himself into Peter and El's bedroom (!!!!!) and looks behind the paintings and mirror, trying to find the wall safe.
He finds it in a recess, takes down the painting in front of it and cracks the safe. In front of the safe, there's a heart-shaped box, a photo of Peter and El and some other clutter. I desperately want to know what's in the heart-shaped box! I bet it's a secret message for Neal from El, telling him they love him and they can all live happily ever after, if only he'll stop being a thief.
Satch sticks his head in the door and gives Neal a reproachful look.
Neal: Don't look at me like that.
Neal takes the manifest out of the safe and revels for a second. Success! But then he's distracted by a photo of the White Collar team.
Peter's psychological warfare strikes again. (Did he purposely choose a photo where Clinton's making heart-hands?) I'm honestly surprised there isn't a note in the safe that says, "Neal, what are you doing?!" but the photo is pretty damned close.
Neal takes a phone-photo of the manifest. His phone rings. It's Peter. Neal and I are both convinced Peter's monitoring Neal's anklet and knows what's going on, but if he is, he gives no indication.
Neal: Hey, Peter. How's the stakeout?
Peter: Jones is on a coffee run. Listen, that call you made before you left the office tonight--
Neal: Yeah?
Peter: Was it Sara?
Neal: *breaths again* She hasn't been taking my calls.
Peter: Ah, man. That's gotta be weighing on you.
Neal: You have no idea. *sits on the end of Peter and El's bed*
me: *flappy hands*
Peter: Listen, you and I have been through some stuff, we've had to keep things from each other, but... if you want to talk. You know, I mean, really talk... I'm here for you.
Neal: Is this the loneliness of the van talking?
Peter: Maybe, maybe. But I...
Peter: You know, I think you deserve some happiness. And whatever I can do to help you with that... let me know.
Neal: Can I date your wife?
Peter: That's up to her. (beat) If she says yes, can I watch?
Neal: Just watch?
Peter: Whatever works for you. I mean that.
Neal: *grins, not entirely sure if Peter really does mean it, but still liking the way the conversation's leaning* Thanks, Peter.
Neal: That means a lot.
Peter: Yeah. No problem. *beat* See you tomorrow, Neal.
Neal: See you tomorrow.
Neal hangs up and looks anguished.
Peter hangs up and looks thoughtful. Which seems fair -- Neal was hardly his usual self in that call, Sara break-up or no. I wonder if Peter then checks Neal's GPS. If he does, we don't see it.
And OMG, how much do I adore Peter here?! SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH! He's all awkwardly Peter but still determined to reach out, and fumbling and kind and warm and goofy-faced and aslkfdj;lsjdf lakdsjf;lks sjdfslkdjfa lksjfa skjfd lkdsjf lkdsjf lsjfa slkf;skdjskdaskjdfajdsk fas fs sjd skdjfaskdaskd askjdf lkdsjf skjdf sa sjd lkdsjfskdas alkdsjf sjd lkdsj fs sjdsk sf;akjsd;faksjdf;ls jfsjd ;alkdsjf lkdsjf lksjfda ska ska asldkfjaskjda slkdjf a lkdjfsad ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ PETER, I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!
Neal sits on Peter and El's bed some more. Poor Neal. What's he going to dooooo? Mozzie calls. Neal collects himself, then answers.
Neal: Hey.
Mozzie: (outside, with the Chrysler Building in the background) The suspense is killing me. Did you find the safe?
Neal: I did.
Mozzie: Did you get in?
Neal: (sounding panicky) I did.
Mozzie: And?
Neal: *looks at the manifest, on the bedspread beside him* The manifest wasn't in there, Moz. I'm sorry. Listen, we both knew this was a long shot, right?
Mozzie: Well, yes, but--
Neal: Listen, I've got to get out of here. Let's talk tomorrow.
Mozzie hangs up, looking dissatisfied. I don't know if he knows that Neal lied.
They did some interesting things with lighting Neal's face during that second phone call. He's mostly in darkness during the suspenseful will-he-tell? bit, and when he says, "The manifest wasn't in there," his face moves out of the shadow. *pets him*
Neal sits on Peter and El's bed. (It bears repeating!!!)
He gazes wistfully at a photo of them and wonders what the hell to do now. Should he take off his clothes and climb in and hope that when they get home they won't throw him out, or do they need a little more build-up before they're ready to take that step?
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Neal is making a choice! Or, at least, stalling Mozzie. (He has the photo of the manifest; he can reveal that at any time. But for now, choosing not to.) \o/ \o/ \o/ \o/ \o/ \o/ On the one hand, the show's made it very clear that this isn't "do what's right and let the pieces fall where they will." This is naked self-interest that happens to align with staying. But otoh, that's Neal for you, and if he were actually reformed, the show would probably fall apart. Plus, surprise, surprise, it makes me wildly and insanely happy that it's Peter and the team (and Peter and El) that tipped the balance. YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYEEEE! Show!!! YAY!!!!!
So that happened.
*twirls and twirls*
*drinks ALL the drinks*
END
Reminder: All questions are rhetorical/speculative. Feel free to answer them if you have thoughts, but please please PLEASE don't tell me anything learned through official or unofficial channels, interviews, tweets, promos, next-week-ons, or ANYTHING like that. Thank you!
My other White Collar recaps.
DW: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
The FBI conference room, night.
The team is listening to a recording of Jimmy talking to Van Horn.
Jimmy says he's planted evidence all over the city, and if they kill him, it'll go public.
Van Horn: Gentlemen, whatever it takes to get Mr. Wilson to talk, do it.
Peter says their techs picked this up an hour earlier. Barad-dûr caught Jimmy by luring him to a meeting with a fake whistle-blower. Now Jimmy's somewhere inside their fortress.
Diana: How do we do this?
Peter: With speed and precision. Van Horn's a killer. He sees us coming--
Neal: Could turn into a hostage situation.
Clinton: Or he could kill Jimmy before we get to him. Claim it was self-defence.
Neal: *gets a gleam in his eye* What if we could figure out where Jimmy is before going in with a warrant?
Peter: That would help.
Peter asks Diana to get her friends at the State Dept to set up a meeting with Van Horn for tomorrow morning. Neal's going to play a "high-ranking naval commander". He seems a little young for the role, and their plan gives Van Horn's henchgoons the entire night to torture Jimmy, but whatever.
Neal: I poke around, find out where they're holding Jimmy.
Diana: We move right to him before Van Horn has a chance to try anything.
Peter: (to Neal) Can you do it?
Neal: I was an admiral. Royal Navy.
Peter: I didn't hear that. Nobody heard that. Pencils down. Don't write that.
Heh.
Cut to Neal's naked torso.
See? They don't need a love interest to get his shirt off.
They're strapping a gizmo to Neal that will clone Van Horn's security pass.
Clinton tells Peter he'd like to lead the team in. Peter doesn't think it's a good idea, but Clinton convinces him. He promises he won't let things get personal again. This misleadingly foreshadows a Clinton-Van Horn moment where it could.
Cut to Barad-dûr.
Now it's Neal in dress whites, and Van Horn's just given him a tour of the facility. Because apparently the CEO does everything these days. Neal successfully clones Van Horn's access card, and when Van Horn excuses himself, Neal pretends to leave, then doubles back and starts exploring.
From the van, Peter tells Neal to be careful.
In his office, Van Horn is preparing to return to South Africa. He plans to drop Jimmy's body into the Hudson on the way. He has a big display case of weapons on his office wall. I wonder if that's to discourage his employees from asking for pay raises.
Neal finds a guarded room on the 9th floor and tells Peter that's probably where Jimmy is. The FBI move in. When Van Horn realises what's going on, he gets a minion to jam radio transmissions in and out of the building and disable the elevators.
Van Horn checks his security cameras and sees Neal lurking.
Van Horn gets a crossbow off the wall (because the FBI might hear gunshots), looks at it lovingly and goes hunting.
The team realises that Neal's comms are jammed, and they start running up nine flights of stairs. I really hope that when they get to the top, they'll be panting and sweaty.
Van Horn finds Neal and aims for his chest. His crossbow has laser sights. He doesn't ask who Neal is or what he's looking for. Is he presuming Neal's with the FBI, or does he just not care? *shrugs*
Neal runs. Chasey McChase. I have to presume divine intervention, because that's the only way Neal isn't already dead, unless Striker's deliberately toying with him.
Neal throws himself through the air, and Striker's bolt hits the fire alarm, which goes off but doesn't affect the plot at all.
Neal lands on his back, winded, and Striker stands over him with a wolfish grin and aims to kill. Before he can, Clinton steps in, gun trained on Striker. It's over.
Diana helps Neal up.
Diana: You okay?
Neal: Just another day.
Peter says, "Nice work, Jones," and sends him up to rescue Jimmy.
Jimmy: I take it you got my postcard.
Clinton: I did. It cost me a flatscreen.
me: *drinks*
Cut to Clinton and Isabel in the street. Not a residential one, this time.
Isabel's heading back that night. Clinton asks how she's doing and says they should be able to get Jimmy a reduced sentence. Isabel says she'll help Jimmy through his jail time and then they'll see.
Clinton: He's a lucky guy.
Isabel: You're pretty lucky yourself. That Neal is a hottie, and I saw how he was looking at you.
Clinton: *blushes, but doesn't deny it*
me: La la la la la...
Cut to the office, night.
Peter, Diana and Neal are sitting around discussing a stakeout.
Peter: I've got some devilled ham.
Neal: *sounds of disgust*
Clinton: *enters* What's going on?
Diana: Our repro trader might be making his move tonight.
Peter: Neal's complaining about another stakeout.
Neal: Oh, no. I'm not complaining. I'm stating a fact: I would rather pound my thumb with a hammer than do another stakeout.
Clinton: I'll do it.
Diana: (with grisly nonchalance) What, pound his thumb?
Clinton: Nah, I'll do the stakeout.
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Peter: You don't mind?
Clinton: No, not at all. Matter of fact, I kind of miss it.
Neal: Thank you. Thank you, Jones.
Diana and Clinton drift away, and Peter beams at Neal, silently approving of this new Neal/Clinton development.
Neal: Are you sure you want to miss poker night?
Peter: Yeah, I don't mind. I kind of enjoy these all nighters. Whereas some choose to complain about it...
Neal: You know how I get in the van. I get anxious, sweat--
Peter: I do know, I do know. *tosses him the stress ball* You have a good night.
Neal: (to his departing back, suppressing guilt at his impending betrayal) You too.
Neal heads to the door. He pauses by his desk to call Moz and tell him Peter's pulling an all-night stakeout.
Mozzie: Perfect. I'm en route to the Suit family estate right now. We don't have to like it, but it has to be done.
Neal: Yeah. I know.
Neal flips his hat onto his head with none of his usual smugness and heads out to break everyone's (except Mozzie's) hearts.
Cut to El and Mozzie at Casa Burke.
They're going to an art exhibition and dinner. (Peter, who was surprised last week to find out that El has Mozzie's phone number, either doesn't know or doesn't care about this fraternisation.) El locks up. Mozzie follows in her wake, unlocking up.
El: It means a lot to me that you thought of me, so thank you.
I really hope she knows what's going on and is just twisting the knife. Mozzie is hard to like when he's pulling stuff like this. El sets the alarm and tells Satch to be good, and Mozzie hustles her out the door.
As soon as they're gone, Neal slips in the back (to Satchmo's excitement) and runs to turn off the alarm.
He's in the leather jacket again.
He lets himself into Peter and El's bedroom (!!!!!) and looks behind the paintings and mirror, trying to find the wall safe.
He finds it in a recess, takes down the painting in front of it and cracks the safe. In front of the safe, there's a heart-shaped box, a photo of Peter and El and some other clutter. I desperately want to know what's in the heart-shaped box! I bet it's a secret message for Neal from El, telling him they love him and they can all live happily ever after, if only he'll stop being a thief.
Satch sticks his head in the door and gives Neal a reproachful look.
Neal: Don't look at me like that.
Neal takes the manifest out of the safe and revels for a second. Success! But then he's distracted by a photo of the White Collar team.
Peter's psychological warfare strikes again. (Did he purposely choose a photo where Clinton's making heart-hands?) I'm honestly surprised there isn't a note in the safe that says, "Neal, what are you doing?!" but the photo is pretty damned close.
Neal takes a phone-photo of the manifest. His phone rings. It's Peter. Neal and I are both convinced Peter's monitoring Neal's anklet and knows what's going on, but if he is, he gives no indication.
Neal: Hey, Peter. How's the stakeout?
Peter: Jones is on a coffee run. Listen, that call you made before you left the office tonight--
Neal: Yeah?
Peter: Was it Sara?
Neal: *breaths again* She hasn't been taking my calls.
Peter: Ah, man. That's gotta be weighing on you.
Neal: You have no idea. *sits on the end of Peter and El's bed*
me: *flappy hands*
Peter: Listen, you and I have been through some stuff, we've had to keep things from each other, but... if you want to talk. You know, I mean, really talk... I'm here for you.
Neal: Is this the loneliness of the van talking?
Peter: Maybe, maybe. But I...
Peter: You know, I think you deserve some happiness. And whatever I can do to help you with that... let me know.
Neal: Can I date your wife?
Peter: That's up to her. (beat) If she says yes, can I watch?
Neal: Just watch?
Peter: Whatever works for you. I mean that.
Neal: *grins, not entirely sure if Peter really does mean it, but still liking the way the conversation's leaning* Thanks, Peter.
Neal: That means a lot.
Peter: Yeah. No problem. *beat* See you tomorrow, Neal.
Neal: See you tomorrow.
Neal hangs up and looks anguished.
Peter hangs up and looks thoughtful. Which seems fair -- Neal was hardly his usual self in that call, Sara break-up or no. I wonder if Peter then checks Neal's GPS. If he does, we don't see it.
And OMG, how much do I adore Peter here?! SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH! He's all awkwardly Peter but still determined to reach out, and fumbling and kind and warm and goofy-faced and aslkfdj;lsjdf lakdsjf;lks sjdfslkdjfa lksjfa skjfd lkdsjf lkdsjf lsjfa slkf;skdjskdaskjdfajdsk fas fs sjd skdjfaskdaskd askjdf lkdsjf skjdf sa sjd lkdsjfskdas alkdsjf sjd lkdsj fs sjdsk sf;akjsd;faksjdf;ls jfsjd ;alkdsjf lkdsjf lksjfda ska ska asldkfjaskjda slkdjf a lkdjfsad ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ PETER, I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!
Neal sits on Peter and El's bed some more. Poor Neal. What's he going to dooooo? Mozzie calls. Neal collects himself, then answers.
Neal: Hey.
Mozzie: (outside, with the Chrysler Building in the background) The suspense is killing me. Did you find the safe?
Neal: I did.
Mozzie: Did you get in?
Neal: (sounding panicky) I did.
Mozzie: And?
Neal: *looks at the manifest, on the bedspread beside him* The manifest wasn't in there, Moz. I'm sorry. Listen, we both knew this was a long shot, right?
Mozzie: Well, yes, but--
Neal: Listen, I've got to get out of here. Let's talk tomorrow.
Mozzie hangs up, looking dissatisfied. I don't know if he knows that Neal lied.
They did some interesting things with lighting Neal's face during that second phone call. He's mostly in darkness during the suspenseful will-he-tell? bit, and when he says, "The manifest wasn't in there," his face moves out of the shadow. *pets him*
Neal sits on Peter and El's bed. (It bears repeating!!!)
He gazes wistfully at a photo of them and wonders what the hell to do now. Should he take off his clothes and climb in and hope that when they get home they won't throw him out, or do they need a little more build-up before they're ready to take that step?
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Neal is making a choice! Or, at least, stalling Mozzie. (He has the photo of the manifest; he can reveal that at any time. But for now, choosing not to.) \o/ \o/ \o/ \o/ \o/ \o/ On the one hand, the show's made it very clear that this isn't "do what's right and let the pieces fall where they will." This is naked self-interest that happens to align with staying. But otoh, that's Neal for you, and if he were actually reformed, the show would probably fall apart. Plus, surprise, surprise, it makes me wildly and insanely happy that it's Peter and the team (and Peter and El) that tipped the balance. YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYEEEE! Show!!! YAY!!!!!
So that happened.
*twirls and twirls*
*drinks ALL the drinks*
END
Reminder: All questions are rhetorical/speculative. Feel free to answer them if you have thoughts, but please please PLEASE don't tell me anything learned through official or unofficial channels, interviews, tweets, promos, next-week-ons, or ANYTHING like that. Thank you!
My other White Collar recaps.
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Date: 2011-08-01 03:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-01 03:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-01 03:29 am (UTC)...and now I want a Losers crossover where Neal meets Jensen undercover :)
Awesome recap, thanks for posting it <3
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Date: 2011-08-01 03:30 am (UTC)Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it! \o/
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Date: 2011-08-01 04:59 am (UTC)[...]
His crossbow has laser sights.
It's a collapsible compound shortbow. The arm arc of crossbows is almost always horizontal. And any bow with laser sights is incredibly hot (though green is an utter crap color in any real world situation).
I have to presume divine intervention, because that's the only way Neal isn't already dead, unless Striker's deliberately toying with him.
If Neal were a cat, he lost at least three lives in that scene.
Our repro trader
"Repro"? Or "repo"? I heard the latter.
Clinton: Nah, I'll do the stakeout.
And then the look they shared! Think there's a van-sex hook-up in the future?
silently approving of this new Neal/Clinton development.
As do we!
He's in the leather jacket again.
Which is so strange to see. It doesn't look like Neal!
Peter hangs up and looks thoughtful.
You know my theory.
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Date: 2011-08-01 10:02 am (UTC)Hee! Through a train of logic I can't now recall, this info led to me telling the boy that I couldn't remember the difference between stegosauruses and brachiosauruses, an admission that shocked him to the core. He made me google them. *g*
"Repro"? Or "repo"? I heard the latter.
Repro(ductions) made more sense to me, but you may well be right.
And then the look they shared! Think there's a van-sex hook-up in the future?
I don't know if Clinton would be willing to violate the sanctity of the van (or risk getting caught with his pants down).
You know my theory.
Remind me?
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Date: 2011-08-02 12:16 am (UTC)Regarding Peter being a more skilled manipulator than show is letting on at the moment?
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Date: 2011-08-02 01:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-02 01:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-01 08:17 am (UTC)And the end, oh, the end!! NEAL!!! PETER!!! I just... I am soooo conflicted. On the one hand, I want Peter to have checked the tracker and know that Neal is in his house, but not say anything. On the other, I don't, because that would mean their trust would be totally broken. And Neal not really able to make a decision (yet), I just... *smishes him*
And then there's the Clinton/Neal side that was just sooooooo perfect in this episode. In the office at the end, I was all flailing and thinking "aw, Peter knows he can't have Neal, but he'd happily let Clinton have him". \o/
This show, it is killing me!! I want to rewatch this episode. First one this season I want to rewatch! \o/
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Date: 2011-08-01 10:05 am (UTC)Yes! YES!!! \o/ I don't have a strong opinion on how I want it to go. I'm mostly just waiting to see what happens. *waits*
I want to rewatch this episode. First one this season I want to rewatch! \o/
Yayayayayaye!!! *twirls you*
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Date: 2011-08-01 09:16 am (UTC)I did not notice Clinton's heart-hands in the team photo! Psychological warfare indeed (living the dream!).
The plot of this ep had the tension and weight of tissue, but oh, it makes up for that with character moments. As well as proving how well Neal moves in Peter's bedroom (and puts the moves on Clinton in his poor battered apartment: "Huh, the flatscreen's dead. No game. Wanna make out?")
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Date: 2011-08-01 10:11 am (UTC)Because they wouldn't let me make them kiss! This is why I write fanfic instead. *g* But I thank you for the compliment. <3
Psychological warfare indeed (living the dream!).
Some dreams come true! *smishes Neal and Clinton*
The plot of this ep had the tension and weight of tissue, but oh, it makes up for that with character moments.
Ha! It really did, on both counts. \o/ *smishes everyone*
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Date: 2011-08-02 06:02 pm (UTC)Yeah, you gotta wonder, why would Peter keep an ordinary photo of his colleagues in a safe? THere's nothing secret or valuable about it. Normally, it would go on a wall or something.
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Date: 2011-08-02 08:25 pm (UTC)Me too! *crosses fingers for tonight*
Yeah, you gotta wonder, why would Peter keep an ordinary photo of his colleagues in a safe?
I think that everything in and around the safe was carefully chosen and designed by Peter and El to trigger Neal's tiny seedling of a conscience. That's why I want to know what's in the heart-shaped box!
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Date: 2011-08-04 08:32 am (UTC)Maybe I should re-watch it, but I thought the photo was in a frame on the shelf near/under the safe... Neal has the document, steps a bit back from the safe to photograph it, and sees the photo?
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Date: 2011-08-04 08:24 am (UTC)Not a crossbow; it's a compound bow. You aim and fire like a regular bow (by drawing the nocked arrow back, not by turning a crank or pulling a lever on a rifle-stock sorta thing that's got the bow mounted across it -- hence "CROSSbow"). The difference between a modern compound bow and a standard old-fashioned bow (like the longbows used by Robin Hood and the English at Agincourt, or the smaller bows used by the ancient Mongols) is twofold: modern high-tech materials, and the system of wheels and cable which multiplies the force of the shot without making the bow too strong to be bent by mortal archers.
"Neal runs. Chasey McChase..."
...and Striker does the Horror Movie Villain Slow Deliberate Stalk In Pursuit Of The Running Victim, yet Neal STILL doesn't manage to outrun him, or get to some safe cover.
::adds another Drinking Game rule, and slurps a big gulp::
"I have to presume divine intervention, because that's the only way Neal isn't already dead, unless Striker's deliberately toying with him."
I figure the strain of pulling the bow with his wounded arm is why Van Horn's managing to miss shot after shot at Neal, even with training and ridiculously short distances and fancy laser targeting, and getting off his first shot while Neal's totally unaware 'til the arrow bounces off the frame of the door he's trying to lock-pick... Hell, *I* could probably have hit Neal at least once at that distance with that bow, and it's been *years* since I used a bow at all!
"Satch sticks his head in the door and gives Neal a reproachful look.
Neal: Don't look at me like that."
I was halfway expecting Satch to whine or bark at Neal while he was on the 'phone with Peter, and give things away...
::pets Satchmo::
All things considered, even with the plot flaws, THIS ep's so much better than the last couple... I agree, let's send the writer a fruit basket!
More on bows:
Date: 2011-08-04 08:42 am (UTC)...and the smaller bows used by the Mongols (and Scythians and other horse-archers) were "Recurve" and "composite" bows...
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Date: 2011-08-04 12:23 pm (UTC)Ha! I'd forgotten about that. Maybe.
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Date: 2011-08-04 11:10 pm (UTC)I'm hoping for some h/c AU fic where he doesn't miss completely. (Yep, I'm so mean to Neal, wanting to see him with blood on that pretty white uniform... and Peter and Clinton all freaked out 'cause their boy's hurt... ::flings Plot-Bunnies wildly::)
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Date: 2011-08-02 08:08 pm (UTC)Is saying what I think Mozzie thought a spoiler? 'Cause if it is, hide your eyes. Yes, I think Moz knew he was getting lied to, to the point of oh, puh-lease, Neal!, (no, we don't punctuate like that in the states). He has known Neal forever. He can tell. When Neal says, "I did" the second time, he has tears behind his voice.
Some magnificent caps in this section. Great-grannysqueeee!
I really like this ep. There is only one guy in the whole world who I think is as cute as Neal, and that's Roger Federer, and when Neal had his head in the safe (!) he looked like a soaring-weight Fed. Kind of.
The only thing that bugs me is the turn-around in Peter's attitude between eps 1 and this one. Then I think about my husband and then I think, no, that's just how men are. May I borrow? IJDK.
Great job! Thanks for your time and work!
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Date: 2011-08-02 08:33 pm (UTC)Is saying what I think Mozzie thought a spoiler?
Not at all! Uninformed speculation is more than welcome! :-) And yeah, I can go either way there, mostly because plot and acting don't always match up.
Great-grannysqueeee!
Hee! \o/ \o/ \o/
There is only one guy in the whole world who I think is as cute as Neal, and that's Roger Federer
And they both have excellent hair! :-)
I think Peter's attitude changed when he called a truce at the end of 3.01. I think he decided then that it didn't help anything to stay actively mad at Neal, and that he could still trust Neal with the small stuff, if not the big stuff.
Great job! Thanks for your time and work!
I'm very glad you enjoyed it! I wasn't sure how many people I'd put off with my grumbling and frustration over the last few weeks. /o\
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Date: 2011-08-05 10:02 pm (UTC)Tuesday is the second of my tooth-losing dates, this time by extractions rather than surgery. The pail meds will come in handy for Tuesday night's viewing of the WC summer finale.
Do you read WC fic? I know some writers don't, but if you do you might like OnYourMark's most recent, on AO3. Sad, depressing, dark, all that stuff, but at least the characters are the ones I signed on to like. Comments are spoilery.
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Date: 2011-08-06 01:57 am (UTC)Ouch! Good luck with that!
I do read fic and have enjoyed many of OnYourMark's stories, but I'm terribly behind on my reading, and I actually deliberately avoided her last one because of the warning. I want happy fluffy fic atm. :-)
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Date: 2011-08-06 04:20 am (UTC)