Paradise
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If all of this sounds Very Dramatic, thats because it is.
Havent you noticedParadiseis all high-intensity drama, no levity?
Even that stupid detour into cheese fries the other week felt quite serious.
Why, yes, the emo version of Eye of the Tiger is at the front of that line.
First, there is his poor son, Jeremy.
He will become a great, accomplished man, Kane says.
Or, rather, threatens.
It all leads him to the tablet.
This seems bad since, you know, hes the president of the mountain and all.
He hears Samantha tell the scientist not to bring that person back.
He hears her give Billy the kill order.
And now we know why Cal was bothered and in his bathrobe in his final days.
He was spiraling from this discovery.
Now he knows he is in deep shit.
He played his hand to the wrong person too quickly.
He knows he might be killed for this, and so he makes plans.
He goes to the library and makes a mixed CD for Jeremy.
(There has to be something important on this, right?)
He goes to see Gabriela and tells her to trust Xavier Collins and look into Billy Pace.
He gets rejected by his son.
He gets rejected by Robinson after telling her he loves her.
Kane practically spits in his sons face.
Xavier reams him out, too.
He writes that six-digit number on that cigarette, and he goes to bed.
Hes dead by the next morning.
Like I said, its rough stuff for the president!
Robinson has discovered that the DNA from Cals murder scene mysteriously never made it to the lab.
Xavier believes there might be one major hiccup in Robinsons desire to take Samantha down: no weapons.
Cal had a plan for that, too.
This is no accident.
So, they have weapons.
And Xavier has a plan.
Carl works in the tower that controls the sky.
And Carl is more than happy to help Xavier by rewriting some code.
And then, a red light appears in the sky.
In big, bold letters, a message for the citizens of the mountain: THEYRE LYING TO YOU.
Oh, it is so on.
I am not proud of anything I did, but I am so very proud of you.
And I am so very sorry, son, he says.
This is why you hire Gerald McRaney, folks.
Hell just rip your heart out.
Both men wish so badly they had more time with Cal the regret is so palpable.
We do get one mystery partially solved: It was Presley who stole Cals tablet the night he died.
She still has it in her bedroom.
It is the Dan Fogelman way.
Another reason you hire McRaney is the poetry readings!
