A resolutely downbeat, quieter episode, this one.
Perhaps the most cheerful thing to happen is Kate telling that asshat Duke – whose parents apparently have zero problem with their son sexually harassing paying customers, and zero problem with turning away said paying customers when they take issue with it – where to go, and having a proper conversation with her fiancé, instead of an argument about kale chips. Even if the proper conversation is somewhat morbid, at least it’s honest. And not about being fat.
Or actually, since I don’t like Kate or Toby, the most cheerful thing to happen might be Kevin and Miguel having a really sweet scene, where Miguel is lovely to Kevin, and Kevin is…. not horrible to Miguel. Aw.
Everything else, however, is a bit of a bummer. In the past, Jack and Rebecca are all cute and romantic on the Valentine’s Day before her tour with Sam from True Blood – minor upsets like finding out Kevin’s having sex with Sophie, Kate wearing suspiciously large amounts of eyeliner, and Randall freaking out about Hamlet notwithstanding – but it all turns ugly when Sam from True Blood does that thing I’m sure he used to do in True Blood as well, ie, trying to get between Rebecca and Jack, and does such a terrific job of it that Valentine’s Day ends in a fight and a fall from the wagon, and this does not bode well for anybody.
The character who fares the worst, though, is Randall, who, in every scene, in every timeline, is under so much pressure from every side (and has been for so long), that his breakdown is nowhere near as shocking as it is inevitable, the only surprising thing about it being that it’s REDACTED who runs to his side and the huge sacrifice he makes to do so. A sacrifice I was really sad about myself, to be honest; as usual, the episode had some stellar acting all round (Sterling K Brown continues to break my heart), and some wonderfully-written, perfectly-calibrated scenes, but like I said – a bit of a bummer.