Does anyone combine violence, wistfulness and total goofballery like David Lynch?
Richard Horne beats up his grandma, takes all her money, calls her a cunt and skips town, but not before killing Miriam, the perky schoolteacher who witnessed him run over that kid a couple of episodes ago. Anyone not believe Richard is the spawn of Evil Cooper, who probably raped Audrey while she was in a coma?
Nasty cop Chad intercepts a letter Miriam warns Richard she’s sent to the Sherriff in the event of her meeting with an accident of some kind—I guess making fun of the Log Lady and sneering at Andy and Lucky isn’t all he’s good for.
Ben Horne fields an (understandably) hysterical call from Sylvia. Things are as strained as ever. She’s enraged that the main thing he wants to know is whether Johnny was hurt. He’s enraged that she wants more money. Exhausted, Ben asks his married assistant Beverly to dinner.
Shelley Johnson’s daughter seems to be reliving her mother’s life with Leo. Harry Dean Stanton sings the cowboy classic “Red River Valley.” Janey-E discovers her husband looks a lot better with no shirt on than he used to. Dougie, um, hits the jackpot in a whole new way (Man, Janey-E is a screamer!)
Meanwhile, in Vegas, Lynchian comedy ensues as a casino showgirl attempts to swat a fly, ultimately cracking thug-boss across the cheekbone with the remote. He’s fine. She is a tearful wreck for the rest of the day. The casino thugs discover that the guy who made Ike the Spike finally “step on his own dick” is none other than “Mister Jackpots.” In the casino, Dougie’s crooked co-worker comes to tell the Thuggie Thuggerson that the “enemy” who kiboshed his insurance arson scam was indeed also the nefarious, if seemingly addlepated, Douglas Jones. Sinister clouds gather over Los Vegas.
Figuratively. Because Vegas is a desert.