Mathematically, were supposed to like the show.

Fair enough, Dennis. Lets look at the suicidal guy on the bars roof episode Paddys Has A Jumper purely from the emotionless, feelings-free, Netflix-style algorithmic perspective that, at episodes start, has sent the Gang down an unlikely binge-watching rabbit-hole involving the suspiciously British period streaming drama Gainsborough Gardens. Taking our cue from Dennis approximation of the bloodless perfection of pure science and math in determining human behavior, likes, dislikes, and life and death, our appreciation of this episode of television (written here by Dannah Phirman & Danielle Schneider) should follow in lockstep progression according to how closely it adheres to the blueprint. So . . . lets go to the data.

Inciting incident: Guy on the roof. Every Sunny episode has to set the stakes, in the sense that something in the world has to annoy, fire up, enthrall, or even, in this case, marginally inconvenience the Gang. Here, after a Philly copwalks into Paddys and reasonably asks Dee, Mac, Charlie, and Dennis (Franks out getting Gainsborough Gardens-inspired fish and chips) to stay inside since the front of the bar is cordoned off, the Gang is confronted with the moral implications of a fellow human being in pain contemplating the ultimate act of self-destruction. Which, them being them, means slotting their existential thoughts immediately into Dennis three-part algorithm re: the poor bastard on the roof. They are: Could He? (kill himself by jupming the 30 feet from Paddys roof); Would he? (jump); and Should we? (do anything whatsoever to either prevent or accelerate said jumping).

Debate and planning: The algorithm. At first, everyone splits along individual character lines regarding the poor bastard on the roof. Mac brings up the whole mortal sin thing, his default faith offering one foolproof path for him to follow. Charlie, noting that the cops seemingly have the whole thing in hand, pawns off responsibility that way. Dee, falling back on the certainty offered up by clich, scoffs that the poor bastards act is just a cry for help, and, in the process, offers up graphically accurate suicide techniques in such an offhand manner that the guys assume shes clearly done some depressingly serious research into the topic. Dennis, as ever fashioning himself as the Gangs voice of cool, dispassionate reason, takes his cue from the cold, emotionless logic that brought them the sedate glories of Gainsborough Gardens, and quickly and confidently gins up his own algorithm to remove all human feeling from a deeply thorny human dilemma.

Now, theres at least a few complicating factors that lend an air of urgency even to Dennis superior logic. For one thing, Frank cant get back in with their fish and chips. For another, as the Gang spitballs, they ruminate on the pros and cons of being known as the suicide bar (as opposed to Paddys current reputation as, one can only guess, the bar where no one ever seems to be working, or the bar that occasionally and wantonly serves the underaged), with the eventual lure of lucrative infamy winning out. (Suggested theme drinks: The Last Call; The Lemon Drop; The Jump Shot; Macs game-winning Cosmo-fall-itan. Suggested jukebox songs: Free Fallin; Highway To Hell.) Plus, Charlies all in on Dees idea of a nightly haunted house, undoubtedly peopled by the spirits of the drunk and damned.

Complication and grossness: Frank. Isolated on his fish mission, Frank finds himself stuck behind police tape, happily munching from his grease-slicked paper bag of the Gangs food. Frank is often odd Gang member out, his age and own particularly atavistic brand of awfulness sending him scurrying on a parallel, if somehow more ridiculously grubby journey to the rest. Here, his panic over the Gang using the unnervingly prized and hole-bored casaba melon he keeps in the bar safe, sees him trying to bull his way past the police cordon in order to save what the rest of the Gang assumes is his own personal, low-cost sexual aid in order to test Dennis first flowchart step of whether a human head would smash open. (Charlies original egg test fails since he forgot hed hard-boiled it, and its some unidentified creature egg he found in a burrow.)

I love Danny DeVito, and love him on Sunny, but sometimes Franks shenanigans can feel extraneous, too broad, or both. Or, as here, shoehorned in by some clunky writing. It took a few views to realize that Frank never means to suggest to the obliging officer that hes the father of the poor sap on the roof, but is, instead, just babbling about his actual (sort-of) son Dennis doing something stupid like, for example, dropping his prized sex-melon on the floor. The return of Philly reporter and the Frank and Dennis lust object Jackie Denardo (Jessica Collins) only muddies the gag up further, as Franks to-camera orders to Dennis now include claiming the womans bagonzas for his own and making silly faces with his mouth jammed full of fried fish. Paddy Has Jumper sets up the pieces for a classic bottle episode with the cops initial order no one can enter or exit the building until the situation is resolved, and it probably would have been better served by focusing the action inside the bar.

Thats because Dennis mind-exercise allows for Glenn Howerton, Charlie Day, Rob McElhenney, and Kaitlin Olson to do some especially funny character business as the four debate the inevitably selfish and tortuous reasoning involved. Taking the lead, Dennis gets to toss some kindling on the whole, smoldering is Dennis a serial killer debate, by bringing up damningly specific details about the falling death of his late, unlamented ex-wife, Maureen Ponderosa. (Or at least he certainly made it look that way, he ruminates ominously concerning the theory that someone was on that roof when cat-lady Maureen feel to er untimely death.) Asking the others how you can really know someone elses mind leads to some telling answers like go through their trash (Charlie), sleep with them (Dee), and a very complicated plot to blackmail their priest with sex and then blackmail him again to get into heaven. (Guess.)

Some of Sunnys best comedy comes from these situations, where an episodes plot squeezes out more buried aspects of the Gangs innermost weirdness, as, here, when Dennis perusal of the would-be jumpers social media profile turns into an elaborately embroidered tale of love gone wrong over a widening disconnect regarding a certain sexual act. (Theres a certain glint in the eyes, a certain sparkle, muses Dennis as he runs his fingers over the face of the woman hes absolutely convinced gradually soured on said sex act.)

Resolution: Do nothing and go back to watching TV. Thats what happens when Franks unintentional ploy lures the jumper down with the promise of reunion with his estranged father. And that just as the rest of the Gang has really (if algorithmically) warmed to the idea that the only logical move here is to send the obliging Cricket up to the roof with a broom to ensure that Paddys becomes Phillys cool new suicide bar hotspot. (Oh, Crickets lurking around the bar all episode.) And while its ever in keeping with Sunnys commitment to both darkly comic callousness and the futility of looking for meaningful resolution in the Gangs quickly heating-and-extinguishing passions, Paddys Got A Jumper pushes its conceit a bit too far into irrelevance, ultimately. Again, I think really focusing up on Dennis would-be mathematical approach to understanding and predicting messy humanity would have helped. Theres a window into Dennis own hardening need for control and mastery in the exercise that goes beyond the initial Netflix jokes into some promising dark comedy territory. (The Gang finally realizes thatalgorithmic perfection be damnedGainsborough Gardens sucks.) Sure, it might not have approached the D.E.N.N.I.S. System as far as chillingly hilarious Dennis Reynolds oversized-notepad presentation material goes, but it had that sort of vibe.

In the end, the jumper is at least temporarily safe, the Gangs inaction alowing things to play out as they will. Charlie, coming as close to deconstructing just how horrifying the Gang is when left to figure out the right thing to do, admits, I think this is for the best. We were goin down a road I was not totally comfortable with. Meanwhile, Frank, digging his fingers grotesquely into that melon-hole, reveals that thats where he hides his weed. (Pots pretty much legal now, man, observes Mac.) Oh, and he totally does have sex with it, as he, taking a bong hit, helpfully advises the hungry Cricket, I wouldnt eat it, Cricks. Its full o loads.

Airtight, mathematical conclusion: Funny, a little shaky, full o loads. As Dennis says at the end, Perhaps the science just isnt there yet.

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