The Hospital Of Delusional Pain. And speaking of products of Hollywood making a mockery of mental illness: Don't Say A Word. It's a horrible, horrible film. Yeah, like Famke Janssen would ever marry Michael Freaking Douglas. Sorry, Catherine Zeta-Jones, but that's just gross. He's an old dude. Back to the recap. A fellow who looks like F. Murray Abraham is playing Bill's doctor. He's wearing a lab coat. Dr. Gorman explains that Bill has been deeply affected by the accident. "He sees himself as Superman. Heroes don't kill innocent people." Lindsay asks the doctor if he told Bill they were coming, which he did. Jimmy asks: "What should I call him: Bill or Superman?" Dr. Gorman answers, "Normally Bill. We try our best here not to indulge the delusion. When we do it's only to keep him calm." Lindsay wonders if the medication couldn't help him with "that." The prognosis: Bill's not responding to the meds and he's not improving. So, the Bill Jimmy once knew is almost completely gone. Dr. Gorman: "But he's still there. He still has rare moments of lucidity. You need to understand, Bill Muntz is mentally ill. That means he can be unpredictable, even unreasonable." Jimmy and Lindsay look at the doctor. They have no response.
The Common Room. Bill is sitting in the far corner of a room, not unlike the one occupied by Billy Bob Thornton in Sling Blade. He's staring out the window. Jimmy and Lindsay walk in. Bill turns around and says, "Jimmy!" Oh. Good. Lord. He's dressed in a "Superman" suit. The crest is sewn on. So, the hospital had a suit made for him? How else would he get the darn thing when no one is supposed to be supporting his "delusions"? Surprised, the Lump shouts, "Bill!" Bill walks forward and holds his hand out to stop Jimmy from approaching. He says, "I'm sorry!" The Symphony Of Fake Schizophrenia starts up. "When they said my friend Jimmy was here I assumed they meant Jimmy Olsen!" Siegel and Shuster turn in their graves. Then they turn back again. I am ashamed of DEK, firstly for making such a mockery of mental illness, and secondly for taking an icon of pop culture and reducing him, without the slightest twinge of guilt, to fodder for this reprehensible episode. Right: now it's Lindsay's turn to look stunned. Bill asks, "Have we met?" Jimmy responds, "No. I don't think we have. I'm Jimmy Berluti. This is Lindsay Dole." Bill is "lucid" enough to understand that they are there about the accident. Lindsay steps forward: "Yes. We were hoping to talk about that." Bill: "I don't know what more I can say. It was a busy morning." Pause. "The attendants around here can get me a little distracted." Pause. "I tried to fly without my cape." Uh-huh. Jimmy says he didn't realize that the cape was that important. Well, says Bill, of course it is; he can't fly without it. Jimmy understands. Bill: "A man is dead, and it's my fault. Nothing I can do can ever change that. I'll have to live with that for the rest of my life." Bill walks back to toward the window. Jimmy follows. He explains that he and Bill used to be friends, but that Superman might not remember him. Jimmy says, "I didn't keep in touch. I'm sorry about that. But you and I, we were friends." Bill doesn't remember. It was a long time ago. Blah the man he knew, blah never meant to hurt anyone, blah not his fault, blah bad things happen to heroes blah.