This episode reminds you why this show is so excellent - it rarely gets wound up around a morality bobbin wherein hides some grand redemption. Much like the Wire, it never lets you think for one minute "maybe, this time, we're making progress ridding some small bourough of evil." The incessant malaise of human imperfection - and the constancy of evil - are always rooting from the trimmings of the constant gardener, God as it were, personified in this case by Catherine. The last scene, a very welcome allusion to Steinbeck, suggests that the only justice, the only mercy, is death.
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