Alternately: “BOMB GIRLS: FUCK EVERYTHING,” “BOMB GIRLS: THE MERDE HITS THE FAN,” “BOMB GIRLS: I WILL PEE ON EVERYTHING GLOBAL LOVES.”
Previously on Bomb Girls: oh, fuck it.
Kate walks into the common room with her mother, only to have everyone jump out from behind the furniture and scream “SURPRISE!” Damn it, people! Don’t startle a girl like that! Kate nervously accepts everyone’s bridal congratulations and introduced Ingrid as “um . . . my mother.” Her dead mother? Yeah, that one. Continue reading
Previously on Bomb Girls: Marco and Gladys got their national security on (albeit in different ways) Ivan was a gross creepy creeper, and Teresa left Betty high, dry, and sexless.
Marco and his buddy Frankie are prowling around an empty building- I think it’s Marco’s dad’s former business?- while Frankie winds Marco up about how shittily he’s been treated by the Canadian government. Marco says he agreed to build a bomb only with the promise that a) he’d know where that bomb was targeted, and b) that it wouldn’t be used to harm anyone. I don’t think Marco understands how terrorism works.
Gladys, in a stunning black and white number, sashays up to Clifford Perry at the symphony and they flirt casually. Nothing important is said besides the fact that the Governor General is visiting VicMu, so security is being tightened up. For those of you who don’t understand our bizarre Canadian governmental structure, the Governor General is the (appointed) representative of the British royal family in Canada, and are basically the highest authority we’ve got. They barely have to do anything besides occasionally refereeing when the House of Commons starts squabbling. Also the last one we had helped push democracy back about thirty years, so I guess that’s something.
Previously on Bomb Girls: Ivan liked it so he put a ring on it, Teresa nabbed a posting at the factory, and Gladys got into the spy game. Continue reading
Previously on Bomb Girls: Betty got beat up, Gladys got into the spy game, and Ivan got into Kate. Metaphorically.
Gladys, Vera, and Betty cluster around the front gates of VicMu, reading a newspaper editorial that basically calls the generals in charge of Dieppe a bunch of pantsless dumbasses who screwed up the raid and got three thousand soldiers dead. It’s not wrong. Vera’s more interested in pointing out an ad for an all-sign singing revue to Kate, who perks up at the idea. Ivan isn’t impressed though, and deadpans “so?” “So Kate’s a singer,” Vera explains patiently, looking like she’s resisting the urge to sock him in the eye. Ivan loudly declares that Kate shouldn’t be up onstage with those SHAMELESS HUSSIES, and a new person breaks in: “He’s cute, honey, but I wouldn’t let him tell you what to do.” Continue reading
Previously on Bomb Girls: Betty got a girlfriend, Gladys lost a fiance, and Lorna’s daughter Sheila got a job at the hospital.
Warning: this episode contains a fairly graphic scene of gay-bashing.
It’s girl’s night out at the Jewel Box, and Betty’s dragged Gladys out onto the dance floor to . . . hand jive? I think they’re hand jiving.
Kate’s going to be mad when they win the dance competition without her.
Gladys doesn’t feel too much like dancing, so she begs off to go sit at the bar, and Betty drags Teresa onto the dance floor with her. They get a bit handsy, and Teresa warns Betty that they’re in public, but Betty ain’t care. Meanwhile, Gladys and Kate commiserate over being sad and dateless- Ivan’s working extra shifts at the factory. A looker at the bar orders a champagne cocktail for Gladys, but she doesn’t feel like drinking, so she passes the glass off to Kate and heads off to the ladies’ room to keep moping. Continue reading
Previously on Bomb Girls: Kate and Betty hashed out the big gay elephant in the room (or didn’t), Betty finally got laid, being an Italian immigrant in WWII Canada sucks, and James finally went to the great big claphouse in the sky. Literally.
Gladys and her parents travel down to Massachusetts for James’s funeral- or his sort of honorary funeral, I guess, since I don’t imagine they had much of a body left after the bombs hit. Gladys, wearing her finest black pancake hat for the occasion, offers condolences to James’s mother, who only snipes that if James hadn’t signed up to impress his fiancé, maybe he’d still be alive. Uh, maybe he’d be alive if the Germans hadn’t dropped those bombs, Mrs. Dunn. Ever think of that?
Previously on Bomb Girls: Gene is on a downward PTSD spiral, Betty kissed Kate way back at the end of season one and no one ever spoke of it afterwards, and James is still in England.
Guys, I’m going to be upfront with you: I love this show. When it’s good, it’s fantastic, and that’s why I started recapping it. When I criticize it, it’s not because I enjoy blowing holes in it: it’s because I want it to be good, and I know that the creative team is capable of that. But this season, they’ve made choices that I don’t understand or, honestly, enjoy, and I can’t sweep that under the rug for the sake of enjoyment, because I’m not enjoying it. I love this show. That’s why I’m critical of it.
Previously on Bomb Girls: Marco’s dad is interned, Vera is kinda sorta hooking, and Gene put his creepy gross hey-I-just-met-you-and-this-is-crazy-you-have-a-fiance-but-fuck-me-maybe moves on Gladys. Unfortunately, he’s still around this week, so ready your rotten fruit everybody.
A bus rolls up to VicMu carrying fresh worker meat from the Maritimes, because the factory is losing productivity, so the answer is clearly hiring new workers who will need to be trained. Betty, rolling up in Gladys’s car, isn’t terrible impressed.
Kate, meanwhile, attempts to swallow her own mouth.
A NOTE ON SPOILERS: Yes, they’ve leaked; yes, I’ve read them; no, I won’t be mentioning or discussing them here. Admittedly, it was nice to read episode descriptions slightly less misleading than Global’s, who advertised this episode based on a subplot that took five minutes of screentime. AHEM.
Previously on Bomb Girls: Lorna’s son Gene is on shore leave. As regards this episode, that’s . . . about it.
Lorna is crashing around her house before work, trying to polish, buffer, and shine everything within reach because PEOPLE ARE COMING OVER TO SEE GENE and EVERYTHING HAS TO BE PERFECT. Gene, meanwhile, is teasing his sister, chugging milk straight from the carton, and not wearing a shirt. Gene is totally that douchebag fratboy relative you have who crashes at home for a weekend, makes your mom do his laundry, and takes off with half the contents of the fridge. NOT THAT I KNOW ANYONE LIKE THAT.
Previously on Bomb Girls: Lorna’s still carrying little Baby Mario, Gladys had a spat with her parents (again) and Betty and Kate committed some involuntary manslaughter. You know, like you do. Continue reading