The following contains spoilers for Somebody Somewhere S1E5, “Tee-Tee Pa-Pah” (written by Hannah Bos & Paul Thureen and directed by Jay Duplass)
So it turns out Joel (Jeff Hiller) bought that little dog on an impulse because he was feeling sad, and it’s a decision he’s regretting a bit, at least at the beginning of “Tee-Tee Pa-Pah”—by the end of the episode he’s named the dog Roger, they’ve survived a tornado together, and I think he’s going to keep it. I suppose we’ll see. Tiffani (Mercedes White) is supposed to be looking for a new home for the little pup, and we don’t quite get confirmation that Joel has definitely changed his mind.
Neither does he inform Tiffani that choir practice is no more, though this seems to be the case, at least for the moment. I hope they find a new venue where she can perform the song on her flute she’s been working on, and I remain a little surprised that Pastor Deb (Ora Jones) would be so against the gathering. Of course, we didn’t get to see the full exchange when Joel told her, just his opening about having lied to her. He may have made things seem worse than they were, or not even given her the opportunity to make a decision.
Joel is very neurotic, but in the most lovable way. I want to be his friend, and this is part of what is so heartwarming about Somebody Somewhere. These people—Joel, Fred (Murray Hill), Tiffani—embody a general amiability even though we know they have faced hardship and difficulty.
Here in S1E5, Sam (Bridget Everett) asks Fred whether he’s ever felt judged, and he moves beyond the initial “how much time you got?” response very quickly. Yet this is not a matter of Fred wanting to avoid bringing up his pain so much as it is about him wanting to focus on Sam’s difficult situation.
Of course there is the other side of thing, the judgmental “faith and family” folks like Tricia (Mary Catherine Garrison) and Charity (Heidi Johanningmeier), who will say they just want what’s best for you when really they’re constantly threatening to impose repressive values on your desires. But even they are more complex than that, when it comes down to it.
Sam has learned that Rick (Danny McCarthy) has been cheating on Tricia with Charity, but Sam also isn’t sure whether to relay this information to her sister, because she fears Tricia will blame her for wrecking her marriage. And that happens! But it’s just a moment in a progression of moments between the two in the barn, that also includes drinking their mother’s terrible vodka, and ultimately going to track down the unfaithful couple.
Before that, I laughed when Tricia made a point of telling Sam that her comment about how much work she’d gotten done wasn’t passive aggressive—that she knows to at least some degree who she is and how she tends to treat her sister. There’s a pain in Tricia that bubbles up in S1E5, and not just in relation to her husband cheating on her. That cuts to something far broader about how she conceives of herself and her place in the world.
As Sam tells Fred, Tricia pretends that she’s never had sex with anyone else, and Sam knows for a fact that she’s “forgetting” about at least 12 people, but that’s not the point. The point lies in her embrace of this family as giving meaning to her life, along with her shop. The fact that it is her friend and business partner, Charity…oh yeah, that punch in the gut was well-deserved. (I guffawed.)
Sam tells Joel she thinks the money she saw in Rick’s pocket was just from him saving up his allowance, but I remain a little less sure. I don’t think he was selling drugs and I never did think that, but I’m still a little suspicious. Also, I want to know why he was at choir practice. That’s what got Sam going on all of this in the first place, but she seems to have dropped that thread.
We’re in the home stretch of Somebody Somewhere now, or at least of the first season. News broke this week that the show has been renewed for a Season 2. That makes me happy because this show is delightful. And I feel really invested in the idea of choir practice happening again. I want to hear Tiffani play her flute, and to hear Fred crack wise behind the mic. I will probably cry a little.
See you next week.