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On downtime, Ray visits his alcoholic and racist father, who rants a little about how O. J. and the LA riots ruined police work for white cops, and mutters, "No country for white man." Elsewhere, Paul hangs out with an army buddy whom he had some kind of love affair with, essentially confirming what was obvious: Paul is a self-hating, closeted homosexual. If the nail hadn't been hit on the head enough for you, Paul talks to a gay prostitute who says he can sleep with women with the right medication… just like Paul popping Viagra for episode one's least-enjoyable-blowjob-ever scene.Actually, Frank might look even more pained in this episode as his wife tries to get him up enough to ejaculate in a cup for in-vitro fertilization. He's more excited ripping out the "FUCK-YOU" grill out of the mouth of his one-time employee. Frank's storyline also gives us our second actual murder. One of his men, Stan, has been killed in similar fashion to Caspere. "Who the fuck would have something against Stan?" Frank shouts, although perhaps a better question is who fuck remembers who Stan even was? It's hard to care about the death of a character that most audience members can't even recognize, and this highlights a problem the show is still having three episodes in: Do we really care about the characters?Speaking of links, here is one to the Creators Project: Why True Detective's New Title Is Seeing Red
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