BWAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Richie is Indy Jones Jr.
Also of note: This is the "It's okay, my ass broke my fall," episode.
I rather unexpectedly liked this one too, the idea that one person really could have extraordinarily good luck (or bad luck?), but that it would have to balance out within a certain physical area, like water finding its level. Though unless prosthetic eye technology has improved greatly since the '80s, that guy didn't have a glass eye.
I entirely expected what's-his-nuts' luck to run out by the end of the episode but find out that he was a match for Richie, though given that one can donate part of a liver and live just fine (the liver has some regenerative capability), which works well in the cast of an adult donating to a child, that would either be a huge error on the writers' part or else we'd just assume that most people don't know that.
This did not hit me in the feels (for Reasons) in the way I thought it would when I saw some aspects of the resolution coming a mile off.
...and so we're to assume that the head gangster, despite being a bad guy, was registered as a donor, because they don't take organs unless the person (or sometimes the family) gives consent in some way?
And not really related, my brain has begun to spin Theories regarding the interpersonal sea change that connect it back to Mulder's telepathic thing from "Sixth Extinction," though I'd really have to go back and watch at least bits again to get some details, and I really don't feel like doing that.
(and for all I ramble on about David Duchovny getting astoundingly hot, have you seen Gillian lately, like in The Fall or the publicity shots that just came out for Hannibal? Dear god.
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