The new season boasts — amidst all the enthusiastic squirting of enemas — one of the most troubling, well-rendered moments in (my) recent television memory. Dr. James has set up a webcam/screen on a rolling robot for a patient who’s being monitored from her home. At one point, the patient dies, and the Dr. James-headed robot roams the now vacant house, searching for her. After the paramedics come and remove the body, Dawn, who as mentioned, often foresees herself expiring through her patients, steps into the webcam’s view, her face now showing up atop the robot. The camera cuts to the empty home, now dark, with Dawn’s head staring out into it.
It is bleak moments like this that show how the potentially excessive poop humor, how the meticulous mining of status within the hospital, how characters’ comical outbursts — are all aimed in the same direction: of endings. It’s no surprise that this show is handling its own so adroitly, with the smooth release of a bowel movement that’s just been anal horned.