But I will remain
And I’ll be back again, and again and again and again and again
The Highwayman wouldn’t die. His body might, but his soul lived on, again and again and again and again. It’s all I can think of as Johnny Cash sings about him while Dominique gets ready for her day after a sleepless night. There’s not a lot of sleeping here in general. Elliot is wide-eyed and bushy-tailed when he’s on the Adderall — stairs even seem to light up as he ascends — and Dominique figures 4 a.m. is as good a time as any to start chugging coffee from a red mug.
Dominique’s name pops up on an FBI roster that was found to be in Romero’s possession. She answers the call and checks out the crime scene. She knows more than most of the officers there, and they incompetently burn Romero’s computer to the ground. Romero may be dead, but at least he was a few steps ahead before he ended up that way. Maybe the bullet in Romero’s head is the one to change the world. Or maybe the “one bullet” is just a term for a collection of violent acts. Shayla, Romero, Gideon, Tyrell (?) are victims of, and in some cases agents of, massive changes in the world.
Mobley is freaked out, as he tells Darlene, because they just pulled of the “crime of the century” and now everyone’s ending up dead.
Don’t arrange to have me sent to no asylum
I’m just as sane as anyone
It’s a just a game I play for fun, for fun.
I told ’em, look, I said I’m not the way you’re thinkin’,
Just when I’m down, I’ll be a clown, I’ll play the fool.
Please don’t arrange to have me sent to no asylum
That’s from “Asylum” off of Supertramp’s Crime of the Century. The fun game turns into a dangerous game real quick though.
The actors and jesters are here
The stage is in darkness and clear
For raising the curtain
and no-one’s quite certain whose play it is
That’s from “If Everyone Was Listening” off the same album. Not knowing what’s going on in everyone’s mind is just another form of not being in control. The fear comes not from the absence of knowledge of another person’s thought process, but rather from confronting the fact that we have no control over anything. Whose play is this? Why am I here? What happened while I slept? What does the curtain hide? If you don’t have the answers, off to the asylum you go.
What’s the solution to the paranoia though? Darlene’s answer to Mobley and Trenton: “stop spazzing and be cool.” That sounds a lot like complacency though, like giving away your control to someone else. Isn’t that what fsociety is fighting against? Aren’t they supposed to be disrupting the chain of control and giving it back to the people?
fsociety is lost; so is everyone. No one knows who’s pulling the strings — Darlene is certainly trying — and E Corp ads adorn the subways, trying to lull the population back into complacency. “Still on your side” boast the ads.
NEXT: The panic is there