At any rate, we soon pan around the tent to reveal any number of soldiers suffering from some very nasty battlefield wounds. We also see a Russian Orthodox priest scurrying about to administer the last rites (or whatever their Russian Orthodox equivalent might be, because we'll be discussing my lack of Christian sacramental knowledge later in the recap). Finally we end up staring at the face of a badly wounded Russian soldier, whose left eye has been burned and oh-so-symbolically blackened. Get it? It's difficult to determine whether this is in fact Pvt. Funboy, because the blood and burnt skin covers most of his face, and also because the camera swoops back all dramatically so we can see that he's missing his left arm (get it again?) and also both legs. I had intended to use the rest of this paragraph to tell an amusing anecdote about a marginally famous homeless guy in Pittsburgh who hangs out near my office, because the dude is missing his right arm and left leg, and no one who's ever seen him can figure out what kind of accident would cause injuries like that. And then I realize that there really isn't anything amusing about that story, and decided not to bother.
So Ben of course wakes up from the dream we all knew this would be, but when he pulls back his blanket to get up, he's shocked to discover that his own arm and legs are missing. Yeah, yeah. Been there, recapped that. But then we get a new shot, and it's a beautifully composed image of Brother Justin, kneeling peacefully in front of an ominous desert sunrise. Ooooh, pretty. And spooky, too.
Ben "wakes up" yet again, and this time Lodz is crouched in exactly the same position as Brother Justin, blocking out the rising sun. That will be the first of many such connections between those two this week. Lodz rather nicely invites Ben to breakfast, but Ben tends to be a little grumpy before he's had his morning mochaccino, and so he flatly refuses the invite. Then again, when isn't Ben grumpy? Lodz's diurnal rhythms must be finally kicking into gear as well, because he cranks up the smarm exponentially as he warns Ben that the dreams are only going to get worse. Ben: "I'm not talking to you. So nanny-nanny boo-boo, I can't hear you!" "You will," answers Lodz. "Soon."
Lodz strikes out across the midway, and the camera pans around to find Samson, who has been watching this little exchange with no small degree of curiosity. And then the camera pans around even further, and we see Pa Pimp reclined in the passenger seat of his car, getting drunk at 6:00 in the morning and singing along to Ella Fitzgerald's "Paper Moon." Why is that song following me, I wonder? Ma Cooch comes out and busts him there, although she's actually surprisingly nice about it. In fact, she even climbs into the car with him and suggests that they drive off for a little picnic. "Already got ya some dessert packed up here under this kimono," she purrs, as she pulls his hand under there to check out the…er, tuna noodle casserole she's been carrying. Pa, however, isn't exactly "rising" to the occasion. Maybe that's why they call him "Stumpy." Speaking of which, I'd like to thank the two saucy flatmates from England who emailed this week with an offer to have my babies, and tell them that I plan on checking out Orbitz as soon as I finish the recap. Pa flees from the car without saying another word, and Ma is left there alone with her tears and an unused wicker basket.