At the bar, Gladys counsels Marco to come back with the nice kids at the front of the bus, and Vera sees her lay a hand on his arm. She confronts her in the bathroom.
Vera: Hey Gladhands, do you have to have LITERALLY EVERY GUY ON THIS SHOW?
Gladys: It’s not like that. Sisterhood, remember? I’m just trying to protect Marco.
Vera: From what? His high carb diet?
Gladys: Um, from — stuff?
Vera: OK, if you’re going to lie to me, at least lie good.
So Vera is already feeling a little touchy when Marco shows up drunk in her room. As someone who has been on both ends of the “HEY AREN’T YOU GLAD TO SEE ME? I LOVE YOU, DO YOU HAVE ANY PEANUT BUTTER?” equation, I know what a good idea it feels like and what a good idea it isn’t. It does give us the image of Vera in Marco’s hat though, so that’s something.
Since Marco is feeling suuuuuper honest, he takes the opportunity to tell Vera how much she means to him, and also to bring up the subject of her scar. And once again, Vera (and Anastasia Phillips) is perfect. She has so much going on here. I mean:
A. She is totally falling for Marco, but trying to slow herself down because
B. She feels taken advantage of, not to mention freaked out that he is suddenly bringing up
C. Her scar, which, badass feminist or not, is still a source of anxiety, pain, and ostracism.
I mean, find me a richer character on television.
The next morning, Vera overhears Marco making plans to meet Il Duce di Toronto, and when she confronts him, he storms off in what is clearly intended to be “a rage” but looks more like “a tantrum.” I don’t know about y’all, but my appreciation for Marco is at a low ebb for Season 2.
That day on the line Ivan shows Kate their wedding announcement, and makes plans to make their betrothal even more official tonight, with some long-awaited sex. Kate looks as thrilled as a lamb headed for the slaughter. Betty, meanwhile, is still distraught about Teresa’s abrupt departure, and threatens to dock points from every single house. Lorna exiles her to the locker room, where she slams doors in a kind of sad echo of her “dancing with the refrigerator door” days.
Kate (probably not the best person to offer comfort at this particular juncture) walks in and tries to console her. Kate offers her some “straight but not narrow” love, which rings a little false to me, but at least she holds Betty’s hand while she says “I don’t pretend to understand it.”
Damn my heart for pounding when they touch.
Gladys and Vera also reconcile when Gladys tells her at least part of the truth about Marco.