Joanie has arrived down at Charlie's, fidgety and worried. She takes a seat in the holding cell (get it?! She's trapped!) and tells him about Langrishe's offer on her place. He asks how she responded. "I told the man to go fuck himself," she says, clearly wondering if that was the best answer. She's so obviously distraught, Charlie suggests that he close his place for a while so they can talk it out. "Oh, please don't," she says, so he changes the subject, telling her about Hostetler and the gang arriving back in camp. "Wherever the two of them was," he says, "I guess they didn't feel their lives were in enough danger." Joanie speaks the truth of the ages and says that people will sometimes do strange things. "For years at a time," Charlie agrees. "Pick any part of my life, for example." Oh, Charlie. I feel you. The whole of my 20s are a mystery decade for which I have no explanation. Joanie goes back to talking about selling her place -- the idea of selling it, she says, just doesn't seem right, though she can't exactly say why. "I'll tell you what I like," she tries. "What I like is knowing these children are learning. I like that, and I like watering their garden the days they ain't in session." Charlie smiles, trying to make her feel better. "The day that school opened," he says, "I remember sayin' to Sheriff Bullock what a nice thing it seemed, watching them little ones walk off to your place." Exactly. "That's what I goddamn like," she says, emphatically, "imagining them walkin' into it. I ain't seen it yet, but I'd like to, and when he wanted to buy it, all I thought's 'Now I never will.'" She breaks down now, crying, and Charlie asks what's wrong. "I wish," she says, catching her breath, "I could care for those little ones. Just once instead of doin' what I did." We cut away as she is comforted by her friend.

We now come to the part of the episode that made me want to hurl things at the TV. All the words in the English language would not be enough to describe the absolutely roiling racist anger brewing. The actor that plays Steve is so outrageous and over the top, from here on out, I became physically uncomfortable whenever he was on screen. I'm not saying he's bad, I'm saying he's playing it so big and with such emotion that we would easily get it even from the back row of Giants' Stadium. His bug-eyed vitriol very quickly got on my nerves, and I already hated the character.