On to the country club!
[Have we seen this location before? I dont have time to look but if anyone wants to- go for it!]
Lee is taking a shot as Dr. Smyth watches.
[What game is this they are playing with two balls? Anyone know about this stuff? me no. Clearly!]
{A waiter enters with a tray of drinks.}
Smyth: Snifter? [oh rofl. I’m already reaching for the dictionary with Dr Smyth and his turn of phrase, and I’m a native English speaker! lol.]
Lee: No, thanks.
Smyth: Bad news. Worse news. Bad news first. You’ve heard of Geraldine Jubal?
Lee: Yeah, she’s the new head of the DEA. Word is, she’s a real hardnose… [my my she would not be pleased with an agent calling his team of male colleagues ‘girls’! haaaa. I guess i’d be called a hardnose..lol!]
…What’s the bad news?
Smyth: She’s heard of you… [Who hasn’t?!]
…Now, the worse news.
{He pulls out a photo from his jacket pocket and lays it on the side of the table}
…Sometimes contact of yours from the Library of Congress.
Lee: {picks up picture. It is TP and Peralta outside the limo} T. Percival Aquinas? Tempe mega Green source, input only under my supervision. Where’d you get this?
Smyth: Under my compote at Jubal’s dinner party last night. Recognize the other man?
Lee: Yeah, Raymond Peralta. [Of course Lee does! haaaaaa. Lee knows everyone! but… does he have a nickname?!]
Smyth: You know what he does for a living?
Lee: Top of the drug pyramid for the East Coast…
Smyth: (glances at table) Your shot...
{Lee puts down photo and goes to take his shot, while Smyth slips back in his pocket.}
…So, what’s your friend Aquinas doing with Peralta… just in time to scuttle a major bust which should have stuffed our man Peralta in a bag?
Lee: Why don’t you ask him.
Smyth: Tried. Had my boys shake his house and dust his neighbours. Zip City.
Lee: You listen to me: TP Aquinas is a man whose only offense is an overdue library book. Where is he?
[oh rofl. Lee is not subtle huh. And… only offense Lee? I mean the plaid shirts were a bit of a crime -come on!]
Smyth: He’s gone to ground. Didn’t report to work today. Mrs. Jubal’s refusing my affections until we explain. [Ewwwww this is just gross. Keep your affections to your self creep!] ….. Bring him to me, Scarecrow, so I can rub him. If he squeaks, I’ll know he’s clean. ‘Kay?
[Dr Smyth is not subtle! But his turn of phrase is way more colourful! I know I’m supposed to be compressing non Lee/Amanda scene dialogue lol, but Dr Smyth here made me want to include everything he says!
I have no idea if this is intentional or not, but this scene at the super exclusive country club reeks of white male privilege. I’m guessing it wasn’t intentional at all, but I just take note here that- Firstly, Billy’s never been invited.. but Lee his junior white male colleague does get an invite.. Secondly- there are tons of old white guys pictures on the walls surrounding them as they talk, and thirdly, the waiter serving was African American. Then, to top it all off we have gendered language around a female professional in a position of authority – Hmmm… Just an observation.. combined with today’s lens, it’s unfortunate.
I know smk has done eps around embracing other cultures and all genders, I wonder if this is going to be dealt with later in this episode. Yup. no idea what happens in this ep! haaaaa..]
The scene ends there.
[Anyway, Lee’s friend is in a whole heap of trouble… and it’s up to Lee to figure it all out while being pressured by Dr Smyth to throw TP under the bus. Another one of those – my friend is in trouble and I don’t know what’s going on but if I don’t figure it out then my friend is gonna be screwed! And Dr Smyth can’t wait to use his screwdriver! haaaa. What will Lee do?? Will he turn TP in? oh my what will he do??? !!!!! tee hee… ]
(Next up we have a scene down at the Marina. TP and Peralta are having a meeting..
Ah so this is ‘Foster on the coast’!)
[I just know him as the dad from the Wonder years!]
(Peralta isn’t happy because he lost “200 Keys of prime Columbian the other night” [that’s a lot of coffee beans! rofl…] Foster isn’t happy about it either as it means he won’t be seeing profits for a while.)
Peralta: …I always figured the problem was inside your operation, but the little dock job started me thinking.
TP: Divide and conquer. One of Caesar’s talents the DEA has adapted to the modern day.
(Peralta wordlessly motions to the blonde that he wants a refill…)
Foster: What are you talking about?
[This is a bit racy for PG 80s TV no? I guess its only a second or two..]
TP: Oh, families at war…brother versus brother…
[Is this what TP is trying to do right now between Peralta and Foster? Only they don’t know it? I think TP would appreciate this irony!]
…blood flowing through the streets. Some of that nasty Valentine’s Day business in the garage…
…If I may, shouldn’t you should review your dispute with Mr. Jordan?
[can someone share with me what’s this Valentine’s day reference?
Gosh I’m full of questions.. Just what is TP doing here? How did he get involved in this? He seems to be viewed as Peralta’s advisor..]
(Peralta wants Jordan to return to the US from some island he is hiding out on, so these two heads of his operation can sort out what’s going on. At least that’s how I understood this scene. Correct me if I’m wrong.
Peralta and Foster agree to set up Jordan coming for a visit.. and TP is pretty pleased with this outcome.. seems TP got what he was advocating for.. but why he wants it who knows.
Foster and his crew leave, and Peralta tells TP he will be protected by his bodyguard
{Clagjanet says his name is Foretune}
leading up to this Jordan/Peralta/ Foster catch up.. TP tries to say no thanks but Peralta isn’t having it.)
The scene ends there.
[Hey what do you think of the blonde serving drinks in this scene while all the men do business?! It’s a little creepy.. the way Foster gives her the once over… eek. Seems to me like Peralta could see it and didn’t care. Doesn’t seem like this blonde is someone very important to him. Heck maybe we never see her again who knows.. I would love it if she’s a DEA agent haaaaa!!!]
On to Randy’s bar!
(Inside, we see Amanda alone at a table,..
Lee arrives giving her a kiss on the cheek.)
Amanda: Hi.
[this does not look like a place that’s a $6.95 lunch! Did it look this classy when Billy came here in Billy’s Lost Weekend?!]
Lee: Sorry I’m late.
Amanda: That’s alright.
Lee: I’ve been waiting under the cannon in Fremont Park since nine. Finally gave up.
Amanda: Who were you waiting for?
Lee: Desperado Smyth wanted me to find. The DEA connected him with Raymond Peralta’s drug syndicate. (He hands her the photo)
Amanda: (in disbelief) TP?
Lee: Yeah.
Amanda: Oh, come on. T.P is a sweet man with a sweet tooth who hasn’t got a mean bone in his body.
Lee: I know it. And I cannot figure out why he’s gone invisible on me.
Amanda: Well, he’s disappeared before. Come on, remember the time he was bird watching and followed that yellow-tailed something-or-other all the way down to Argentina?
[this is interesting.. Argentina huh. Maybe he stopped in Columbia along the way, and has been working on whatever he’s been working on for a long time??]
Lee: Yes. And that’s why I always meet him under the cannon. I can always manage to get a message to him there.
Amanda: Maybe he’s gone undercover.
Lee: He’s not an agent. He’s an antiquarian.
Amanda: Explain this picture.
[Good call Amanda!]
Lee: I can’t.
Amanda: Well you better try. TP shouldn’t be involved with Raymond Peralta! From everything I’ve ever read, he’s involved in half the dope deals and drug murders in this town.
Lee: Yes he is… But you know something? If my memory serves me correctly, TP told me that he’s on the program as a guest baker in some medieval, Dark Ages banquet or something..
[food and quirkiness? that sounds like TP!]
Amanda: yeah?
Lee: Now I know he would not miss a thing like that.
Amanda: No.
Lee: Tell you what. I’ll meet you back at the Agency
Amanda: Alright
Lee: I’ll check it out.
[Lee takes off without eating. Hmmm no steak and kidney pie or fried potatoes for him. rofl. Fried Potatoes? Umm isn’t that fries? I guess they may be the wrong shape for fries. Okay I can go with that!]
(We find the corvette parked outside a hotel.)
[now I know we’ve seen this one before a few times! ummm a lovely little affair for one? anyone?]
[don’t tell me that banquet that Lee remembered just so happens to be right now?!]
(Inside, TP is pulling racks of pies out of an industrial [but medieval] oven [haaa].
Lee approaches.. we have some colourful dialogue about pies, and then Lee cuts to the chase..)
Lee: What I’m interested in is you. The word out on the street is you’re involved in drug dealing. It’s crazy, huh?
TP: (evasive) Well, this is a town for wild rumors.
Lee: I wish you had just said that it was crazy. Now TP, the DEA took your portrait the other night with Raymond Peralta. Why don’t you come back with me and try to explain it?
(TP re-focuses attention back onto the elderberry pies ready to come out of the oven. He gets Lee to hold them, and then gives him the slip.
Foretune comes along…
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….and Lee and him fight… throw in some pies, men with horn hats, a gun, a fork and a bulletin board…
and you have an smk fight scene. LOL. Lee wins! Hoorah! But.. sadly some pies were harmed in the filming of this scene!) [num num. I’m now craving pies..]
[Lol I love how the onlookers in horns all scurry away when Lee pulls out the gun. Just.. don’t forget that gun on the floor while you are at it. lol.]
I’ll leave it here for now.. Can’t wait to hear from you! I can only guess it’s tricky to read my comments sometimes if you remember the episode well, I clearly don’t but you can’t spoil! gah!!!
Thanks so much for not spoiling all!
Anything you can share at this point??
Fried potatoes are quite different from French fries, at least here in Alberta. French fries are done in a deep fryer. These are simply done in a regular frying pan and are basically sliced with seasonings on them. My mom used to make them and they’re delicious. And I can think of a couple restaurants that serve both them and french fries.
Smyth is such a jerk I’m not surprised he’d belong to a club like that. I find it less offensive because he’s already established his lack of moral character — what’s one more offense to add to the list? If they had made it Amanda’s dad who was still alive and he belonged to a place like that I’d be more bothered.
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These kinds of clubs were very popular and important in Washington, especially in the 80s. They were places where one would take clients or politicians to wine and dine. I don’t see them as offensive. To correct iwsod’s description, I don’t think this is a “country club” — that would be a club with a golf course, and it would require a trip out of DC. Rather, it is one of DC’s private membership clubs. Some of the famous ones are/were the Metropolitan Club, the Cosmos Club, the George Town Club, the Army and Navy Club, the National Press Club… There are a lot of them, but they aren’t so big a deal anymore (possibly the restrictions against lobbying have something to do with that). I’m not aware of them excluding women, either, though I suppose perhaps some of them did, by default if nothing else. I’ve been to some lovely wedding receptions at some of these places (including my own, though that was at a less “exclusive” club than those I have listed).
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Also, for what it’s worth, I think that all the “white guy” portraits on the wall are U.S. Presidents. I recognize Grover Cleveland, Gerald Ford and Martin van Buren, anyway. Maybe Ulysses S. Grant, too.
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Keys would be slang for kilos.
Poor Lee, he hangs out for hours and all along T.P. was baking pies!! Then, once Lee finds him, T.P. makes tracks, leaving him with Peralta’s heavy. Endless frustration for the Scarecrow because … Smyth!
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(We find the corvette parked outside a hotel.)
[now I know we’ve seen this one before a few times! ummm a lovely little affair for one? anyone?]
This is the St. Regis hotel, at the corner of 16th and K Street NW in Washington, DC. I think they have used this at least a dozen times in SMK. Too many times to recount! It is always instantly recognizable to me because my old office was very close by. So it is both great to see, because I like when they use real DC locations, and also sigh-worthy, because they use it for SO many different things.
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The St. Valentine’s Day Massacre took place on February 14th, 1929 when 7 members of Chicago’s North Side Gang were lined up in a garage by unknown assassins assumed to be linked to Al Capone. So essentially this is a reference to inter-gang warfare. And much in keeping with the Miami Vice vibe they seem to be striving for here.
Dan Lauria was indeed the dad in the Wonder Years, but was also one of the bad guys in Utopia Now!
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