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He’s bruised, he’s in pain, but he’ll live. I’m anxious to find out precisely what is on that missing camera hard drive. Later, Frank meets Ray at the bar (thankfully, minus the depressing singer this week). Uncharacteristically, he is drinking water, because he wants to hold on to his anger. Since the legal way is tied up into that whole Casper mess, Semyon busies himself with extorting money from construction workers and beating up insubordinates to prove who is king. The answer, perhaps somewhat disappointingly, is no. Ray Velcoro wakes up on the floor of Caspere’s sex bungalow in a puddle of his own urine and with little more than a few cracked ribs.
Highway patrolman Paul Woodrugh’s (Kitsch) own dance with death on a night-time road is interrupted by a grisly discovery that will become central to the show. As he calls a meeting of all the thugs who have taken over his ex- businesses, there’s a great scene where Frank shows his strength.
Paul and Ani went to the Vinci mayor’s house in Bel Air.
Conversations about e-cigarettes are just as important as Ray trowing Ani out of the way of an 18-wheeler. The auto was licensed to the production, but was stolen earlier in the week. Anyway, they find it, and it immediately catches on fire! Oh, one last thing on Velcoro: His slowly building redemption is making me think he’s really not going to survive this season. There was a genuine thrill in seeing him bump into Vince Vaughn’s Frank in a seedy club, with a sense that the disparate worlds of the police and this mobster will soon intersect at the end. He promises he quit to take care of his mother. Ooops. I should’ve just kept my mouth shut.”Scream mask takes off running, with Ani and a deeply unhealthy Ray in hot pursuit”. The cops chase him, but lose him as he dodges across the freeway. Paul later found out the hooker involved with Caspere was named Tasha. Frank is starting to get his hands dirty again (figuratively and literally) to gather some cash back. He tells his “boss” that the writer will no longer be a problem to them directly. The two end up bare-knuckle boxing, and Frank wins. He bareknuckle boxes a fat man with gold teeth. He is quick to point out the unnaturalness of the scene and even quicker to remind her that the doctors said he’s the flawless model of a fertile male. Even though Ray Velcoro is the show’s most-and only-interesting character, that would have been a major, fascinating turning point for the show. In tonight’s episode, Paul (Taylor Kitsch) works the prostitute angle, while Frank (Vince Vaughn) receives the first casualty in a secret war, and steps back into a world he’d left behind. The series may be taking it’s time to get under the skin of all the characters and the histories, but so many possibilities in the present are being brought into play.
Following a brief dream sequence (perhaps the first time the show which sometimes talks about metaphysical concepts actually drifted into one), we got our answer: Ray Velcoro lives. So no, Ray Velcoro is alive. Ani is wondering why she wasn’t invited to Ray’s impromptu home invasion and her department wants her to get closer to Ray (so far as suggesting naked intimacy as a method) to see how screwed up he is and if he’s not the only screwed Vinci cop. From our perspective, the only way to make this setting shine is to blow us away with the events that transpire inside it. So far that hasn’t happened, and that makes this urban locale feel a little bit boring. She closed the door before we got a really good look. He enjoys a good cheeseburger, believes CDs and vinyl are superior, likes to make people smile if they’re having a rough day, and is rumored to be Batman (unconfirmed). She also offers Ray $10,000 to let their son (who clearly isn’t Ray’s anyway) go. He refuses the money, which I think has Alicia relieved.
“You walked me into something”, Ray stridently informs Frank, who provided the address of Ben’s creepy hideaway. “You follow drugs, you get drug addicts and drug dealers”. I was born and raised in Los Angeles; I remember watching the Rodney King riots on television because schools were closed for three days. The first season of Nic Pizzolatto’s HBO detective drama was a near-perfect character piece in which the cultish serial killer mystery was an added bonus.