I have to say, for as much as I didn't see the Thredson reveal coming until it was almost upon us, I'm quite happy that all the terrible therapy I had clocked in the past weeks has added up to something.
Elsewhere, our pal Judy Martin wakes up in bed next to her bar fella in perhaps the tiniest, dingiest boarding house room ever. Horrified at her actions, she gathers her things and hightails it out.
And still elsewhere, Mr. Brown returns home to find his devoted wife and calm baby (did the baby get a lobotomy too?) standing in front of a disassembled wall formerly full of newspaper clippings. Gone is Charlotte's investigation into the horrors of Auschwitz. Here to stay is the pot roast cooking in the kitchen. He's very happy. She says she couldn't be happier. And as he goes to throw out the junked research, our very active camera pushes in one the few remaining photographs on the wall. The Shining-style, we zero in on one group shot. And in that one group shot, one man. And that man is our friend Hans Grouper. Just over the left shoulder of Adolph Hitler.
Joe R can't believe it's only episode five. EPISODE FIVE. He can be reached for lavish praise and nothing but at email@example.com.