Jonesy is complimenting Libby on the dance lessons she's giving him, while Stumpy watches and does a slow burn. Libby does a little twirl into Jonesy's arms, at which point Stumpy snaps, "Get your hands off my baby!" He shoves Jonesy away from Libby and puts up his dukes. Jonesy tries to calm Stumpy down, and Stumpy promptly punches him in the jaw. Libby shrieks and tries to pull Stumpy back as he shouts, "My little girl ain't for sale!" Okay, but she is for rent. I'm just saying. Jonesy says that he doesn't want a fight, so Stumpy punches him again. After recovering, Jonesy gives up on being reasonable and we have a full-fledged brawl. Whee! The carnies helpfully toss the fighters back into each other. They wrestle a bit, and then Jonesy socks Stumpy into a table, and collapses after him. The table collapses under them, and I am heartily amused when some of the carnies point and gasp, "Look at that!"

Sofie is now curled up with her head against Ben's chest. Hey, Sofie? Since Ben can apparently drive your mom away, why not go into your trailer instead of trying to have a tender moment in a tiny cab that probably smells like dirt and cigarettes? These crazy kids don't listen to me, though. Sofie's busy reminiscing about how the first time she saw Ben, she knew he was different. Probably because he was wearing a kimono. Ben remembers seeing her on the bus. After another long silence, Ben asks if she's really going to leave the Carnivàle. Sofie, without answering, leans back for more kissing.

Stumpy and Jonesy manage to tumble out of the tent so that they can continue fighting without endangering more tables. The carnies quickly rush out and surround them. Libby pleads with them to stop.

And then we cut in between the fight out in the dirt, and the make-out session going on in the truck, while Big Band music plays loudly. Ack. Ben's already lost his shirt, and has clambered in between Sofie's legs. Look, I told you guys to go to the trailer. Don't come crying to me when your neck hurts tomorrow. More thumping in the dirt. More humping in the truck. Thumping. Libby covers her eyes. Humping. I cover mine. Thumping. Someone should go get Rita Sue. She might be able to make back a few bucks betting against Stumpy. Humping. Oh, there's Ben's spine. I like spines. Sofie gasps and gasps and...squeaks. Ben seems to be in an unlikely position to induce, um, squeaking at the moment, but maybe he learned a trick from the Rubber Boy. And then there's a flash of lightning, and Ben stops what he's doing to look at the rain that's splashing down on the windshield. I don't care how rare rain is: if you're stopping to notice the weather, somebody's doing something wrong. Ben cranks down the window and stretches his hand out, and we're treated to an overhead shot of rain falling into his hands so that we will understand that this is somehow important. Then he brings his hand back inside and caresses Sofie's cheek. For a couple who just had sex in a car, they're both looking pretty well-groomed. Maybe on this show, sex actually makes you less sweaty and grimey than you were before.