And in her hotel room, Cass is crying. I'd say it's because she's watching her own film, but she looks sort of happy about it. Maybe it all finally came together to reveal some great universal truth, though considering who's putting the film together, I'd say that's highly unlikely. Anyhow, John's standing there, too, hovering behind her so that when she gets up out of her chair and backs up, she backs right into him. Instead of being freaked right the hell out, as you or I might be, she smiles and happily hugs John. She isn't smiling for long: "Shaun will soon be gone," John says. Bummer, man.
But before he's gone, Shaun is going to do some surfing with his dad. "How much is that worth?" Linc observes from the pier as Shaun and Butchie make their way to the surf. They're joined by John, who is like some supernatural MaidenForm Lady -- that cat gets around. "The big money is staying in escrow," Linc continues, "for whoever can tell me what the fuck is going on." Don't look at me, man. I'm just the stenographer.
So...some nice moments in that episode -- Butchie and Kai, Butchie and Shaun, Butchie and Cissy. (Hey, here's a thought: Brian Van Holt is acting the hell out of this show.) But also a lot of pointless ones or ones that took five minutes to say what could have been said in two. More troubling, that's another episode in the can without any further indication from David Milch that he plans on rewarding viewers who stick with the show but don't feel like drawing elaborate wall charts and graphs and Venn diagrams to figure out all the clues and portents. So that's a big fat "feh" from yours truly.
Next week: John tells Cass they made a tape the night before. Hopefully, she won't be editing that for the next couple episodes. Cissy moves Mitch's belongings to the Snug Harbor, loudly and ostentatiously. And Bill and Freddy team up to try and get to the bottom of this "Shaun will be gone soon" pronouncement from John.