What this episode needs is more Bill, and John From Cincinnati obliges, as Shaun shows up on Bill's doorstep seeking shelter from the crazy, mixed-up world. "You just missed feeding time," Bill says, brightly, before holding up his palms. "Birdseed. Can I offer you a soda? Twinkies?" Shaun is neither in the mood for Bill's menu of snack foods nor his off-kilter antics. He sets down his skateboard and heads over to the bird cage. "I wish Zippy wouldn't have kissed me," he says, finally, after a long silence. And then he puts his head in his hands and cries. It's all very heartbreaking, unless, like me, you have very little heart to break. But more emotionally mature people than myself swear to me that the scene is very, very sad, so there you go. Bill comforts Shaun as best he can, hugging him, patting him on the back, and saying, "OK, OK," over and over again.
Hey, good news for all of you Deadwood fans who thrilled to Trixie's brief appearance as waitress last week -- she's back again this week, which is good news both for her and for us. Although I do worry that she's going to get typecast in these sorts of roles if that's all Milch keeps lining her up to play. ("We need a foul-mouthed firecracker of a woman for this part. Get me Holly Hunter!" "She's unavailable!" "All right, then get me Trixie from every David Milch HBO project ever made!")