I’m here for you.
When your breath stops because you’ve just learned that Bonnie and Asher have been Winnie-ing each other’s Pooh, know that I am here. When your tear ducts overflow because you’ve just seen Annalise passionately steamroll over a senatorial assclown and seize redemption for a convict who spent two decades on death row, know that I am here. When you realize that Frank, Wes, and Annalise are casually framing Griffin for murder and that Nate is investigating the whole thing and your jaw has unhinged and fallen to the floor like your worst friend’s third iPhone, know that I am here. For wallpaper decorations and courtroom monologues and shirtless former boy-wizards, I am here.
Boy, what a doozy of an episode—possibly the show’s best so far, which is really saying something. The developments are flying left and right in Murder’s sixth week, and there are just two more episodes left until the midseason finale, which will reveal who killed Sam—likely in the final seconds of the episode, resulting in a cliffhanger just stressful enough to get you really worked up when you inevitably have to explain to your Thanksgiving table why they should be watching and why Viola Davis will win an Emmy and what exactly a “Jack Falahee” is (it’s not a cocktail, although I guess you could make an argument that, yes, it is).
Ready? There’s a lot to discuss after episode 6, and there’s no time like the present. Like millennial girls who hear Scary Spice start rapping in “Wannabe,” it’s time to break it down.
ASHER MILLSTONE: LEGAL EAGLE
Before the last 60 seconds of the episode sent me Sandra Bullocking into cosmic oblivion, I had originally intended to begin this recap with some long overdue praise for Matt McGorry. Sure, we know him as a former weightlifting monster turned Orange prison guard, but it’s his role as HTGAWM’s lovable ascot-wearing Tweedle-dumbass that’s got me most excited to see what McGorry does each week. In tonight’s episode, we were treated to classic Asher comic relief—born from cartoonish melodrama and overreactions, not to mention physical comedy involving humorously stacked boxes stacked humorously—but there was a great moment wherein Asher finally earned the audience’s love and McGorry really got to bust out the dramatic chops that he’s been hiding up his sleeves (next to the biceps).
It begins with the case of the week, a decades-old murder case that Annalise has the opportunity to appeal if she and the Keating Five (maybe let’s try out some other team names, Annalise) can find new evidence to save a man wrongly convicted of killing his girlfriend. The wrinkle is that someone in the original trial committed perjury, and the judge presiding over it—Asher’s father, Judge Golfing-Buddies-With-Bush-Sr. Millstone—was told about it, but did nothing about it.
So Asher, whose entire life has been crafted for him by his dad, reluctantly indulges in the suspicion and sneaks into his father’s journals to find out the truth, and he discovers that Papa Mills kept quiet about the perjury tip and subsequently received a federal appointment from the sleazy senator behind the whole thing. But when Asher confronts his corrupt father—about the case, yes, but with a deeper subtext suggesting the magnitude and rarity of the confrontation—it was filled with as much complexity and sadness as any of Viola’s masterful scenes. I don’t mean to get all preachy here, but it was an important and necessary moment for the audience to finally care about Asher. Beyond what polo color he’s wearing that day.
Asher’s connection to the case also finally explains how he got the trophy he so desperately cherishes. When he returns the information to Annalise, he wisely demands that his father’s name stay out of the case and that he gains ownership of the Bloody Lady Justice (who needs a name—commenters, take it away!). We’re seeing Annalise’s methods rub off on all of her students, particularly with Asher and Wes this week. Finally, it’s also Asher who helps save the day when he accidentally uncovers the link between the lying eyewitness and the shady senator who masterminded the entire murder. Good work, boo.
BOSHER: THE NEW BRANGELINA?
Now, that’s all fine about Asher being an emotionally available legal hero this week, but I know you just want to talk about the sex. Fortunately, for my sake, Asher already decided upon the name “Bosher” to describe the pairing of him and Bonnie, who team up to go talk to the eyewitness during one of the episode’s multiple Let’s Accomplish Legal Things To Techno Music montages.
Should we have seen clues that Asher and Bonnie ever made eyes at each other in the weeks leading up to the Night of the Flying Cheerleader? No, definitely not, because on a show all about lingering gazes, Bosher is one staring pairing that we never glimpsed. And it’s why the sight of Asher and Bonnie in bed—only after Asher made several phone calls begging her to come over—came as such a shock. But the question is, is it just a booty call? We know Bonnie’s heart belongs to Sam, but if she can’t have Mr. Keating, maybe she’s only getting Millstoned because they have similar body types? No no, my friends, this likely isn’t just some harmless romantic tryst. If you believe the theory that Bonnie killed Sam—or, maybe, was with Sam right before he died—then what better alibi for her than an idiot’s bedroom? Asher had to make multiple phone calls to urge her to come over, so I predict we’ll get to see exactly how Bonnie was multitasking when she fielded those calls. Either way, score one for Asher, getting a cougar out of the cage. And Bonnie, you’re not doing so bad for yourself, either.
NEXT: Annalise’s rug goes rogue