McCoy Bedroom. Katie comes in wearing pajamas with massive flowers on them, and sadly notes that JD’s in bed, like the poor thing’s a toddler or something. Monty says that JD’s back on track, because the two of them had a talk about girls. Katie stares at her husband like he’s a domineering control freak. Oh, wait! She tells him that he has to stop making all these decisions about JD without asking her: “I am his mother.” Nice to see some backbone, here. Monty soft-pedals that it’s not a big deal, but Katie knows better. “You’re really starting to freak me out,” she says, FINALLY, and storms to the window as Monty refuses to admit that his need to control his son’s life is anything other than creepy. She jerks open the curtains to see Madison, standing next to a car, kissing a sneaking-out JD. Nice! Now would be a good time to not act like anything unexpected was happening, but she goes smugly silent and jerks the curtains closed again. Monty, his control-freak-senses tingling, gets up to see what’s going on – and sees JD getting into Madison’s car. “That little…..” he murmurs, and turns to glare at his sweetly smiling wife, and we cut to…
Crucifictorius gig! Matt nervously asks Tyra if this isn’t a bad idea, because he’s really nervous. Tyra, who’s wearing a Crucifictorius T-shirt, admits that there’s a “strong, strong possibility” that it is. As she promised, the place is relatively packed. Landry welcomes the crowd and thanks them for coming out; they start to play, and lo and behold, they are not bad! A few girls at the front of the stage begin to sway back and forth, nodding with the bass. Jesse Plemmons has an unusual voice, and it’s a little nasal, but I quite like it – like Landry, it’s odd but undeniably appealing. “They’re not that bad,” Matt notes, impressed. Julie looks slyly at Tyra, saying that Landry’s kind of cute up there. Tyra says she knows, and I like Adrienne Palicki’s work on this series a lot, but I do wish she’d delivered this less like Landry looked like a fresh hunk of meat and more like she realized he’s a great guy. Just my $.02.
Cut to Buddy Garrity, who’s sitting at home, alone, staring at a framed photo. We can’t see the image, but there’s no chance that Lyla’s not in that picture. Now he sees it. He calls Lyla, who ignores his call; he leaves a message on her voice mail. “Lyla? It’s me, your dad. Please call me back. I’m sorry… you were right, Lyla, and… I’m very, very sorry. Please call me back, please. I love you very, very much.” At the Riggins Ranch, Lyla is stretched out on the couch with Tim, both of them fully clothed, not saying a word. She reaches for Tim’s beer; he hands it to her silently, knowing some things take time – they can’t be fixed just because you want them fixed. The camera goes wide, watching them, and we fade to black.
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