Episode Report Card Djb: D | 1 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT The Love Pope
By Djb | Season 4 | Episode 4 | Aired on 08.01.2000
Over in the visiting room, Beecher apologizes to the elder Beecher, and Mr. Beecher suggests that he and his wife (the lovely and talented Mrs. Beecher) feel responsible for Beecher's alcoholism, the death of the girl, and the subsequent incarceration. "We failed you growing up," he frets. Beecher heads him off at the pass with a little "and art therapy also calms me right down" patented prison remorse: "As much as I'd like to blame you for the miserable spithole [only he doesn't say...okay, yeah, I'll shut up now] my life has become, what's wrong with me is inside me. I own it. And either I have to control it or it will control me." Right on, Beecher. I too have trouble seeing exactly how Beecher Senior could be implicated in the drunk-driving accident that landed Toby in there to begin with. Unless the grandparents were granted full authority to name the grandchildren. And if so, I hope there's room for a roll-away cot inside of Beecher's pod. 'Cause they're guilty guilty guilty. "Gary"? Is it 1950? Is this The Music Man?
Speaking of problematic relationships with well-intentioned fathers (or, in the current example, not so much) the crime non-fighting duo of Satan & Son share a brief visit, in which Schillinger Senior tells Hank that "it's time to kick this thing into overdrive. I want you to send the package." Hank tells his dad that though he's never had trouble breaking the law before, "this kind of thing is really not [his] style." I'm guessing it's because, I don't know, the helpless victim is white this time? My, what a family.
Lunch time. Beecher saunters over to a table at which Steven King's even more unkempt imprisoned doppelganger sits alone reading a comic book. ["Somewhere, New York Dolls fans weep." -- Sars] Beecher inquires as to whether the man is a "Les Hibitz," and doppelganger responds in the affirmative. Beecher sits down and gets right to the sleuthing: "I understand you did some Fed time for kidnapping, right?" Beecher tells Les that his two children were abducted and wants to know if he could ask around to find out if someone was hired to do the job. Hibitz tells him that he'll look into it before moving quickly into the chatty, non-sequitur small talk of the week: "So, you like Def Leppard?" Beecher adopts that "I was really more of a Kenny G kind of guy on the outside" stare and we're out of the dining room in a flash.
Hill: Flimmity flammity flam flom flum flomp mercy flimp. Ain't that the truth.