Hill, playing in the snow. We all long for a time we've never been a part of. In essence, mankind sucks ass and we are all going to kill each other. All this said while black-and-white images of happier times play in the background. I put my VCR on pause while I get up from my office chair, take the elevator down to the lobby, walk across the street, narrowly escape a rabid rollerblader as he whizzes by me, walk to the HBO building, take the elevator up to the eighteenth floor, get off at the HBO offices, walk past the objecting receptionist, enter the office of the head guy, and sock him in the gut for getting me all depressed and shit before plodding back to the elevator and returning to my building.
Library. Dylan talks to Schillinger about how God never puts more on a person than they can handle; Schillinger says that "God is a sick fuck." You gotta love him for his candor, because you can see that he's really trying to just get help while grieving for Hank. Reverend begins to gently chide Vern's internal editor for not catching that one, but Vern interrupts by getting to the reason that he's particularly upset. Carrie is on her way to visit and he has to deliver the news that Hank is dead, which may cause another delivery but we'll get to that in a minute. Schillinger feels bad that he has been reassuring her that everything would be okay, that Hank would be home soon, and now he has to tell her Hank will be home, but in a box, with a hole in his head. Vern looks pretty distressed. Amazing how they are doing this to me. I love him, I hate him, I feel sorry for him. Stupid Vern gets me all tangled up inside. He rises and leaves the room, his Bible still on the table. Uh he might need that in a minute.