She rushes to the police station, but it’s too late. Betty has already confessed to being the only one present for Pastor Rowley’s unfortunate accident. And oh how Kate screams for her to stop. And apparently there have been a few internet scuffles about this development—I haven’t had time to read them—but I think it is totally within character for Betty, and my reason is very personal.
When I was a kid, I had a friend. A best friend. My feelings for her I now recognize as a massive gay crush, which understandably freaked her out. And when she dumped me and smeared me and made me a seventh grade outcast with my very own lunch table, I didn’t dream of revenge. What I dreamed of was taking a bullet for that girl, so that she would know that I was the one who loved her best.
The night before this, Kate told Betty that she had had one precious year of happiness out of a lifetime of misery. And I guarantee that what Betty thought was that she had a lifetime of happiness in one smile from Kate. So Betty taking the fall breaks my heart, but it’s nothing less than I’d expect from a fellow Gryffindor romantic.
As long we’re getting personal, when I was planning this recap, I thought of how I would say goodbye: talking about what the show has meant to me and the friends I’ve made. But you know what? Fuck that. This isn’t goodbye. You know, and I know, and the brilliant people who made this show know, that this isn’t the end of the story. Whether we get a movie or a third season, or as a last resort, have to write our own endings, we will have resolution. Because, like Rosie said, I’m not afraid to knock on a door. And knock and knock and knock. Because this is a story worth fighting for.
And in the very last scene, Gladys and Lorna quote Churchill, and it is my very favorite thing. “Now this is not the end, or even the beginning of the end, but it is perhaps the end of the beginning.” A more perfect sendoff I could not imagine. I’ll see you again.