He tries to tighten his grasp on Denise, who continues squirming and struggling. He accidentally fires the gun, which he's pointing out into the room in exactly the direction from which his mother happens to have approached him. The glass shatters, and she falls to the ground, shot in the chest. Denise screams. Walter, shocked, lets go of Denise and looks at his gun, stunned, as the cops all move in on him. He throws the gun out into the room -- always a smart thing to do with a loaded weapon -- and Will rushes to Walter's mother. Walter doesn't put up any fight as he drops to his knees with his hands behind his head. The cops deal with Denise and Walter as Will kneels beside Ruth, holding her hand as blood pools behind her head. She raises her head as if to speak, and can't get any words out, so her head just hovers in the air slightly, eyes and mouth wide. She finally drops it back again and wheezes slightly. Sars asks, "Anyone smell ham?" Oh, yeah. Even though nobody in this hotel room eats pork, the scent is all too familiar. Will turns and looks at Toni, and then back at Ruth.
Dripping tap. Joan's in the washroom, rinsing her face. She's pinned her hair up out of the way. She hangs between the faucet and the shelf at the bottom of the mirror, mumbling to herself, "Barfing, rash, last day of school you're a real party-in-the-box." She straightens up and sees reflected in the mirror two identical twin girls of about eleven or so. They're wearing matching dark velvet dresses with short puffed sleeves and white hairbands in their dark hair, which is worn in a flip. The dresses are weirdly frumpy and make their arms look extra gangly and weird, and they stand there in a very dead posture. Frink finds their hands very creepy. Sars mentions The Shining, but I haven't seen it, so you'll have to supply your own comments on the parallels between the twins. In unison, with some kind of slightly spooky sound effect on their voices, they ask, "Do you think that's how I work, Joan?" Joan turns her head slowly to look at them and remarks, "I thought we were going with monotheism." Bwah! That might be the funniest line of the entire season. The Troublemint Twins (they're two, two, two gods in one!): "I'm impressed you know what that is." Joan whimpers, "Why are you torturing me? And don't say I'm torturing myself." The Troublemint Twins: "Sometimes it's hard to believe what you see. So you have to trust the world behind your eyes." Joan: "There's a world behind my eyes? Great. Because this one is enough trouble." The twins reply, "People manage to believe in me, even though they have no idea what I am. They trust me, even in a silence." Joan, still leaning on the sink for support: "Oh okay can you just take care of the rash, and the barfing and save the haiku for another time?" She groans, nauseated, and leans back down closer to the sink. She lifts her head slightly again to glance in the mirror, and she sees the Troublemint Twins morph into one. Joan, impressed: "Very Matrix." God tells her, "Go to the doctor. You're sick." No shit, eh? Omniscience ain't what it used to be. She walks out. Joan calls out, "Oh, I'm sick? I'm sick? Ha!" Her body convulses with a fresh wave of nausea and she says weakly, "I'm sick," as she runs for the toilet again.