Episode 4.15 Instinct (Part 3) Bering and Wells

Continued from Page 2 of Bering and Wells Episode 4.15: Instinct

Finally, it's time for our ladies to sit down and actually talk - without an audience or anything else getting in the way. Ladies, let's get it on:

Myka: "Christina 2.0's exceptional." Uh, yes...yes, she is. Let's just keep it at that.

H.G.: "And so is her father." Whoa, unnecessary. A below-the-belt hit right out of the gate. Dear God.

H.G.: "He's a solid, normal, kind man." Wow, he sounds intensely boring. Actually, he sounds like the male equivalent of Ann what's-her-face from Arrested Development. Who?

H.G.: "Yes, he's a civilian, but that's one of my favorite things about him." One of your favorite things about him is his civilian status? You realize that's the majority of the population right? That's like saying you absolutely adore the way he drives an automobile or is right-handed. Your standards are shockingly low.

Myka responds to H.G. with silence and this look. God, poor Myka. But also good for Myka! She's not giving H.G. anything to work with, refusing to do the "Oh, good for you" song and dance that most of us would engage in.

H.G. can tell Myka knows this is b.s. and just keeps stuttering along, "I...I'm trying something a little different right now." Have you heard of it? It's called being closeted and miserable.

Myka, calmly asking a question she's been waiting to get the answer to, "So, how long have you lived here?"

Without hesitation, H.G.: "About six months."

To which Myka makes the COMPLETELY JUSTIFIED face to the right:

Six freaking months! You were done guarding the astrolabe at the end of 4.10, beginning of 4.11 (at the earliest). This is episode 4.15! How did we get here so quickly? I want a relationship timeline and I want it now because unless you moved in the day you met him, and even if you did, six months makes no sense!

Whoops, sorry, I just started speaking for Myka. Proceed.

H.G.: "I met Beard at a cooking class. Don't laugh." Uh, Myka wasn't going to laugh, but now she did just to help justify your comment. Also, do you mean to tell me, after hiding in isolation with Magellan's astrolabe, you immediately signed right up for a cooking class down at Sur La Table or something? Am I on candid camera? This cannot be real life. What are you talking about H.G.?

H.G.: "Myka, they invited me into their home...their lives." And thus, you should be so thankful as to say yes and join them? H.G., I don't know what the 1800s were like, but here in the 21st century, we don't say yes to every weirdo who invites us into their residence. Stranger danger! Also, you say these people invited you into their homes and lives? What the hell did Myka do? She completely invited you into her life as well! They were your family. Leena made you food and you haven't even acknowledged her passing!

And, then, in a true knockout punch, H.G. says, "For the first time in over a century, I feel like...I feel like I belong." This devastates Myka and a momentary silence fills the void as Myka tries to absorb that wholly insane and nonsensical statement. That statement is so contrary to reality and such a gut-wrenching disregard for all of her experiences with Myka and the Warehouse, it is staggering. Myka did everything to make her feel like she belonged, and she did feel that way, even a few episodes ago. The woman H.G. is saying those things to is the same woman who put her life on the line to save H.G.'s, even when H.G. was ready to destroy the world and herself. How H.G. let those words escape her mouth is beyond me.

Myka, showing an unbelievable amount of strength and calmness, goes on to ask H.G., "So, does Beard know who you really are?" Before we even get to H.G.'s answer, let's look at Myka's question once more. Yes, it could mean a few different things, but I think the heart of that question is not "does Beard know what your real name is?" I think that question directly asks "does Beard know the real you, like I do?" Because if the answer to that is no, which it has to be, then this whole facade that H.G. is standing behind comes crumbling down. H.G. is not H.G. right now. She truly is Emily Lake 2.0 - someone else who is living a life with others who don't really know her. I love Myka's question. Then again, my interpretation could be totally in my own head, but whatevz. That's my only comfort right now.

H.G., missing the point entirely (to me), replies, "I can't very much tell him I'm H.G. Wells, the 147 year old 'father of science fiction.' They'd put me away." Well, then, that tells us right there how "real" this relationship is. That's the whole reason the Warehouse has their "the one" rule, where you can tell the person you love the most about the truth. Why does the Warehouse do that? So you can be honest with the one you love about your life. Without that, the Warehouse knows the burden it places on its agents is too much and a relationship will not survive. And if that bozo wouldn't accept it, then, there we go.

Myka somehow laughs a wonderfully sweet laugh with H.G. and realizing she has all the answers she can take from H.G. at this point, she asks, "So, will you help us? The cops won't and we need that video."

H.G.: "I can't." God, she will give us nothing. "Myka, I can't."

Myka, at the end of her rope: "Helena, people are getting hurt. One's already dead, and by the way, you called us." For real!

H.G. looks at Myka sympathetically and tilts her head while looking at her, similar to the way she does it in 3.11: Emily Lake, when Myka was struggling with allowing H.G. to sacrifice herself in the Forest of Angst.

The insanely brilliant woman that she is, Myka turns to look at Christina 2.0 and then asks H.G., "Don't you think you owe it to Christina 2.0 to have one more amazing adventure?" She also says this while tilting her head and with a face that no one could say no to, not even Emily Lake 2.0.

Still vulnerable to Myka's charms (thank Jesus!), H.G. does something non-horrifying for once, and seemingly gives in to Myka's request.

The two of them head off to the police station and mercifully, this scene has come to a close. God, I'm tired.