Rudy got whacked by that scumbag, Tommy Longo. Gene is still cruising while trying to hide behind the façade of a normal, heterosexual image. Big Mike has HIV. Lori is completely done with everyone and everything. Eileen’s desire to remain financially independent of a man is fully understood once we see her back story. Paul finds a worthy cause to throw what’s left of his life into. Abby is trying to help Paul with some major decisions, which will be more of a headache than a help. Vincent’s all over the map and in a bad headspace. I guess I’d be too if someone killed my brother and the mob was after me. Gulp.
So, with the home stretch in sight, so many folks of the Deuce are just going down a rabbit hole. I don’t know how else to put it. Just when some of them seem like they’re finally going to get their due (in a positive light), something awful happens, creating an emotional tailspin. The cops are mostly crooked, looking to score better jobs and exploiting honest officers; politicians are all greedy bastards and then there’s the mob. Once you’re in with the mob, there’s only one way out and that’s usually death, whether it’s natural or by a bullet. AIDS has everyone scared (and rightfully so) and the porn industry is still booming, although we know who’s doing all the work and who gets paid for it. Gender inequality runs rampant and it’s enough to make me scream with indignation.
So, Gene has been privately sleeping with men, through a series of anonymous encounters. Though he claims to be careful, his wife tries to speak with him about how their marriage isn’t loving or fun anymore, he totally brushed her off last week because he simply could not stop his nocturnal activities. His wife is hurt and just can’t understand what is wrong with him (he’s a closeted man and he wants to keep going with the pipe dream of a house, picket fence and two children, the American Dream, good job and all.) Gene – you’re hurting your wife and putting your health at risk. And yet, we see him attempting to cozy up to Paul in a bathhouse later in this episode. He’s got a death wish, it seems.
Big Mike shocks Vincent by literally taking off for good. After getting some horrible news from the doctor, what’s there left to say? Mike leaves Vincent and walks right the hell out of his life. Vincent is losing everyone dear to him: his brother was killed; his other best friend is dying and leaves without another word and his relationship with Abby is there, but sorely lacking in vibrancy and genuine affection. Is there no safety or permanency on The Deuce? Guess not.

Alston has been on what feels like a wild goose chase this season. He’s had crappy leads and had to deal with some real jerks when it came to be discovering who some of the landowners were and what absolute scumbags they turned out to be. And remember our crooked, lazy and arrogant copy Haddix? Yeah, he’s all about sitting on his butt, doing nothing and wanting to coast through what’s left of his law enforcement career, while trying to wheedle Alston into getting him a plum job. Haddix is a see-more-do-less kind of guy. I hope he gets a swift dose of karma his way, too. Wouldn’t it be ideal, in an ironic turn of events that Alston became Haddix’ superior officer? I’d pay to see that.


We don’t have many episodes of THE DEUCE left to find out, but we’re here until the end.

