The next day, Bill and Joey have succeeded in sneaking Frank to the hospital, and the doctor's ordering a tox screen.
Back at the compound, several women are washing a small airplane parked in front of a very large house with quite a nice wrap-around porch. We zoom onto the porch where Nicki's admiring some ticky-tacky collection of tchotchkes. Her mom, Adaleen, says, "For my birthday -- the sister-wives all chipped in and got it for my collection." This little ritual is just like the one Nicki went through with her boys some 40 minutes ago...no wonder she confuses shopping with family love.
As Roman walks by, Nicki tries to get his attention but ultimately quails after he barks out, "What?" Roman follows up with, "What have you gone and done now, Nicki?" He stalks off, and Adaleen asks what's wrong. Nicki says, "It's just so hard. They don't know what they're doing. Margene from some hick town in Colorado" -- and let me point out here, it's not like Roman and his followers have created Manhattan in the Rockies here -- "she doesn't know what to do. Barb's so -- everything's so superficial, fixing up your house and your car...I don't want to go back." Well, if I had Nicki's credit card bills waiting for me, I might want to hide out in the hills too. Then again, she really could be suffering from homesickness. Adeleen sighs, "You're married now, to a good man, and you just have to accept the life that God chose for you. Grow up! And stop being such a dreamer." Adaleen then deliberately averts her eyes and sips her tea while Nicki looks at her sadly. I can't decide whether Nicki's feeling genuinely lonely and abandoned, or if she's the religious cultists' answer to Amanda Woodward.
Oh, lord, Lois has found the hospital. She does take the time to shake assorted handguns out of her purse before heading inside -- although if you were going to inflict any gunshot wounds, where better than a hospital? -- and barrels past Barb. She storms into the hospital room right as Frank's getting an injection to the stomach with a needle the size of a turkey leg. Cue the histrionics. Somewhere during the patented Grace Zabriskie Freakout, we find out that Frank's chock-full of arsenic, so he's going to be treated. Bill asks, "Do you know if he's been near any pesticides? Have there been any feuds going on with the wives, any clan stuff I should know about?" Oh my heck, the compound really is just like Melrose Place, only with no miniskirts whatsoever. However, if it means we'll also get no Jo whatsoever, then that is the price we will pay.