Jonesy says he needs more help with the ferris wheel, and it comes out that Sofie's working on it, and that the other carnies are unhappy about that. Jonesy argues that Sofie doesn't know what she's doing. Samson chuckles, "So? Osgood don't know how to find his pecker if the light isn't on. He manages." Jonesy spits by way of reply. He's really good at that. Samson finally says that he likes Sofie, and that if Jonesy has a problem with her, he'll have to fire her himself.

Sofie, up near the hub of the ferris wheel, drops a wrench, which falls near another carnie. He yells at her. She apologizes. Jonesy sighs. I take a coffee break.

And good timing, too, since we've cut to a diner where Dolan is getting a ham & eggs platter. The waitress notes that it's a bit late for breakfast, and Dolan enthuses, "I could eat breakfast three times a day!" I'm with him. Although I probably couldn't choke down one breakfast while watching this particular episode. The waitress just stares like this isn't the most fascinating thing she's ever heard, and starts to leave. Dolan smarmily grabs her arm and in a low voice says, "The night of the fire at the mission. You saw the car." The waitress jerks away and tells him to talk to the cops, pegging him as a "damned vulture." And we saw vultures last week at the Hawkins farm! And vultures are linked to death, and that naturally takes us to Osiris, and well, I don't have to spell it out, right? Obviously, this means that the waitress represents Eleanor Roosevelt! Wow,what was in that coffee? Sorry. Dolan smoothly lies his ass off, saying that he was approached by a girl who gave up her child for adoption a few years ago, and that she wanted to know if her son was one of the victims of the fire. He concludes, "I had to tell her he was. Me, not the cops." He starts slicing up his food as he mentions that "the flesh of those children was roasted so black, it fell straight away from their bones when they tried to move them." An extra sitting nearby suddenly gives Dolan a wonderfully pained, sad look and leaves. I liked that guy a lot. Under the prolonged guilt-trip, the waitress finally says that the person in the car was "slumped down," so she couldn't see him. Dolan asks, "Sure it was a him?" The waitress admits that it could have been a woman. Dolan allows a delighted gleam to pass over his face for a second, and goes back to his breakfast. A moment later, he says, "Just one more thing. Toast. I asked for wheat toast." Heh.