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There’s a kind of violent symmetry in the works with this episode. Three characters make terrible choices, and each face some painful blowback as a result. Even in the morally conflicted world this show trades on, what you sow you will most definitely reap.
Christian gets the comic relief storyline again this week. He encounters the title patient in a strip club, were it becomes quickly apparent that the only thing larger than Jenny’s bra size is her anger management problem. While the thought of Christian getting a shiner from a woman pummeling him with her breasts is admittedly pretty funny, it’s a joke that gets old quickly. It’s another reminder that fixing the outside (she comes to the practice for a breast reduction, naturally) doesn’t really solve the problem inside.
Matt’s story comes back this week, as he starts throwing around the cash he’s been stealing and raging at everyone who doesn’t believe it comes from performing mime on the Venice boardwalk, despite growing news coverage of “The Mime Bandit.” Whether this speaks to the paucity of his intellect or plenitude of his ego, it’s seriously freaking annoying. As with Christian’s story, there are some amusing moments (the police line-up of mimes was kind of fun), but it didn’t have the emotional punch that it needed. With a better set up, the sight of a bloodied Matt limping through Christian’s door after taking a shotgun blast in the side from a less-than-intimidated robbery victim would have had a lot more impact.
For that though, we have Sean and psycho-bride Teddy. Still after his sizable life insurance policy, she manages to talk Sean into taking her, Annie and Connor on a camping trip. After drugging the s’mores (has this woman no shame?), she locks them in the RV with a gas leak. Thank god for Annie’s new teenage surliness, since her dumping the doped s’more left her lucid enough to wake Sean and get them all to safety.
But as for Teddy… ah, Teddy. After attempting the murder of her new husband, his teenage daughter and toddler son, she strolls down to a nearby campsite to strengthen her alibi and kill a little time. Of course, this being TV land, the guy with the penchant for opera and stargazing turns out to be every bit the murderous psycho she is, except that he’s a bit more direct about it all. There’s a certain disturbing satisfaction to seeing her run back to the RV only to find it empty. Of course, Sean will inevitably assume that the other psycho is the one that tried to kill him, instead of his poor, sweet Teddy. Even from beyond the grave (one hopes), she’ll still find a way to screw up Sean’s world.
