Exterior aerials of the hospital, as we zip back to the ward, where Bobby and Neil pay a visit to Rickle, looking like last Wednesday's enchiladas. Bobby asks Rickle about his disinterest in medication as Neil fixes him with a sour gaze. Rickle recognizes Neil and says, "That pregnant woman was your wife." "That's right," says Neil. To which Rickle replies, "I'm sorry. That wasn't in the plan." Neil decides that hanging out for a chit-chat might be a bad idea, since the guy just punctured his wife and his unborn son, and leaves Bobby to handle Rickle's issue with pills. When asked why he won't take his pills, Rickle replies, "Better steer clear of poison hazards whenever possible, that's what I already told them. Circe drugged men with a magic potion and she turned them into pigs. Odysseus was the only one who could resist her charms and convince her to turn them back into men," starting to sound like an off-her-rocker Edith Hamilton. Bobby is intrigued because he's never had a patient refuse medication (they'd have to be insane to refuse drugs!), and Rickle starts shaking -- Bobby thinks he's hearing the voices. Mythology primer aside, this actor is doing a commendable job of playing a schizophrenic -- he's frighteningly convincing, and he makes it look like an unpleasant, sweaty place to be. Rickle explains that he doesn't go around wanting to kill people, even though he knows that's what everyone thinks and he understands their confusion. Sucks to be you, dude. Bobby reminds Rickle that he mentioned something about impostors, which sends Rickle into another circuitous rambling about how their wives and bosses and mommies didn't know, but he knew -- I'm assuming here that Rickle has the inside scoop on some funky twist on the old "group of aliens who have managed to infiltrate the human race" theme. I'm voting for Disney, which might explain Rickle's shooting range of choice. Anyway, Rickle "got the message" and felt duty-bound to expose these frauds; Bobby wants to know if Rickle got the message right, which stops him cold. "Gods know more than we do, Doctor, they understand more than we do, and they're always right. They are not gonna direct somebody to go out and do something wrong," says Rickle, now sounding like a Christian zealot. At this point, the camera suddenly takes over the scene, jiggling about as Rickle points and claps and yammers on about balance, which is something the cameraman needs desperately right about now. More clapping and hyperventilating about the Titans and Zeus and mission accomplished and finally Bobby holds out his hand and, like Billy Graham silencing the flock, restores order to a scene that was quickly spiraling out of control into an unwatchable mess. Can it with the friggin' epilepticam, will ya?
Episode Report CardChuck: D | 1370 USERS: C+
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