Nothing much has happened, and nothing much will happen, during Sunday’s (4.6) finale. Okay, the fact that it’s 90 minutes offer a glimmer of hope. But it’s mainly been inching along and pissing people off.

I despise Jason Isaacs‘ Tim Ratliff so much….nothing he can do on Sunday, even killing himself, will satisfy me as he’s done nothing for the last seven episodes…waste of skin.

Natasha Rothwell‘s Belinda Lindsey is mind-blowingly stupid for turning down a $100,000 gift when she doesn’t really know what Jon Gries‘ Gary / Greg is actually guilty of, death-of-his-wife-wise…she’s just guessing. (And stupid.) Her son gets it: “If you don’t take the money, he’ll come after you.” Duhhh.

Season #3 has been a shortfaller on so many fronts that it can’t possibly make things right with one episode to go. It’s pretty much been an outright failure. Mike White has dropped the clay pitcher, and the milk is all over the floor.