Bible study over at the African American church. Smash sits next to his mother, vaguely mouthing along to "What a Friend We Have in Jesus." The pastor starts out with some special prayers, one of which is for "a young leader in our community." Smash's face goes slack. The pastor continues, asking his parishioners to support this young man who hopes to be "a scholar-athlete" and then asks them to contribute money to help him do so. Smash's mother glances at her son with a thankful smile on her face and a tear falling down her face. Smash looks like he's just stolen money from the offering plate. Which, uh, he has.
Jason gets kudos from his fellow Xtreme Wheelchairz dudez. Tim and Lyla walk up all innocent-like, Tim smiling, "That is the Six I know. Man, I'm telling you, those hits? I gotta take some notes." He kneels down in front of his friend when Jason just hauls off and punches him in the face. Lyla tries to intervene, but Jason tells her to back off. Tim walks off as Jason yells after him, "You can steal a cripple's girl but you can't fight a cripple? You're a coward Riggins! Always have been!" Tim breaks into a trot to get away from the paralyzed soothsayer. Lyla approaches Jason, who just looks at her, his chipmunk upper lip really curled in and feral, and tells her to leave. She turns and runs off too, and this show really moves at a nice clip, huh? Nine episodes in and we've already broken off the central, sappy romance. Only took Dawson's Creek a few years to see this arc to its conclusion.
Playgirl Ranch. The house is still a huge mess. Tim walks in, Billy at the stove. Billy looks at his brother and sees he has a black eye. When Tim tells Billy that Jason did it to him, Billy takes the high road, hands his brother the hated pack of frozen peas, and then gives him half of the grilled cheese sandwich he made for himself. Meanwhile, Iron and Wine has decided to participate in this show's evil Pavlovian musical-dramatic experiments. They are successful.
Smash, enabled by his church-going ways, walks into the gym and hands the scary lady a wad of cash. They go into a back room and she closes the door to our sight. Now this is some solid evidence I could have used when I was a teen trying to get out of going to church on Sundays. Mom, Dad! Church makes you a 'roid head!