Death row. Father Mukada, looking sprightly and cheerful now that his satanic nemesis is gone, ministers to a weepy Jaz Hoyt, who claims to be seeing the devil everywhere he looks after having been taken over by whatever evil spirit was possessing Timmy Kirk. "I'm not crazy," insists Hoyt. "I see the devil, right over your shoulder." BD Wong's slow burn as he turns to check is definitely the funniest (and probably the gayest) look of the episode.

Mukada then tries to convince Sister Pete that Hoyt really is insane, only she's not buying it. I don't buy it either, but that's mostly just because Evan Seinfeld isn't much of a dramatic actor. Given his, er, other attributes, I think we all know what kind of post-Oz movie work this guy will be up for. Sister Pete accuses Father Mukada of only wanting to help Hoyt in order to assuage his guilt over Timmy Kirk, and then they go off to read a Brother Cadfael mystery and a Mother Jones magazine together.

But first Mukada has to complete his contractually obligated weekly test-of-faith scene. This one involves meeting with Timmy Kirk's mother in order to hand over the kid's personal effects. It's a snoozer, although it does get at least partial credit for use of the phrase "Satan's whore." It's only partial because they weren't actually referring to Claire when they said it. Mama Kirk tearfully confesses to not loving her child anymore, and really, who can blame her?

Augustus Hill: "Music expresses that which cannot be put into words, and that which cannot remain silent." -- Victor Hugo, William Shakespeare (I.2.iv)
Aaron: "I'd rather be fishing." -- Jimmy Glass. Electrocuted, June 12, 1987.

Okay, so I'm just going to come right out and admit here that all week long I've had sort of a proto-joke tumbling around in my head that involves Edward Herrmann, Miss Patty, and Kirk all crossing over from The Gilmore Girls to take on their Oz doppelgangers in a weight-room knife fight. Does that make me crazy? I'm not really sure. But speaking of crazy, here's Cyril and Jericho, having a session with Sister Pete in her office. Cyril has withdrawn completely at this point, and is capable of communicating now only through the disgustingly dirty sock puppet on his right hand. Pete isn't happy about this, and she demands that Cyril return Jericho to his maker. Ew. Can't she at least make him wash it first? Cyril tentatively places his hand in hers, but instead of allowing her to remove the sock, he grabs her hand and squeezes hard enough that she's forced to call the guards in for help. They subdue Cyril, but sadly, the sock puppet dies a tragic death when it's stripped off his hand. Aww. Sniff. I should probably also admit that my Bar-Mitzvah haftorah portion was all about the fall of Jericho, so that may explain why I'm a little more choked up about this than usual. Oh, yeah. I'm crazy.