I'm Kind Of Surprised That We're Not Talking About How This Is Clearly Not Marc...???

Look, I'll be honest. I didn't read the comics. I've been very much team "I don't care whether we see Jake Lockley or not" b/c frankly the narrative focus on Marc & Steven already has me so completely engrossed in the series. But considering my dash has been filled with 'where's Jake?!' posts for the past several weeks...

I'm kind of surprised that we're not talking about how this is clearly not Marc...???

For starters, he's injured. And if I'm not mistaken, this is the only scene in the episode wherein any version of the character has the bloody nose (which is a weird continuity detail considering Steven looks the same the rest of the episode as he does when he pops up in the psych ward, and so does Marc when he shows up later with an uninjured face). And from what they’ve hinted at regarding the undisclosed alter, Jake is prone to violence and would therefore be the most likely to fight back with extreme force (hence the banged up face). Anyway, right off the bat, the scene is framed by an implied element of disorientation. So we as viewers kind of naturally assume that ‘Marc’ maybe had some kind of altercation and is still struggling to identify the layers of what's real and what's imagined (in no small part because WE are struggling with that very same thing).

But the way 'Marc' observes his surroundings doesn't feel like he has any recollection of this office or Dr. Harrow, which is weird given his realization at the end of the last episode. Once again, this could easily be attributed to general confusion due to sedation or injury. However, Dr. Harrow is also conveniently reiterating where ‘Marc’ is and what is supposedly going on. He is the one who calls Marc by name, and could easily be an unreliable narrator bc he is simply not aware of Jake’s existence. The viewer is meant to believe that Arthur is trying to guide and ground him, and yet this would also be a clever way to unwittingly catch Jake up to speed.

Then there's the most obvious piece of evidence against this being Marc: his voice. This person has a distinctly different accent than both Steven and Marc. Of course, the writers very cleverly mask this for the most part by having him speak very little throughout the scene. And when 'Marc' does speak, it's mostly short, breathy, distressed one-word mutterings. That is, until he eventually rises from his chair and makes a stand. At that point, the accent is extremely PRONOUNCED (I encourage you to go back and watch it). But the scene very conveniently ends with sedation, once again calling all we've seen and heard into question.

Look how unique his facial expressions are though! Everything from this man's eyes to the way he holds his jaw feels different than the Marc we've come to know up to this point in the show. And considering how BLOODY BRILLIANT Oscar Isaac has been able to distinguish between Marc and Steven, I am inclined to believe that this is no accident.

I could be wrong, but I think we just met Jake…

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