Eric is trying to get Tami back in the sack, so he sends her off to book club to have a couple of glasses of wine and a night away from baby. Only problem is, book club is full of LADIES, all of whom at one time also have had husbands sending them off to book clubs, or girls' nights out, or Ladies' Auxiliary meetings or whatever to give them a "night off" to loosen them up for a night on. Tami Taylor ain't no fool, so she enjoys her wine, and then tells her husband to back off. But Tami Taylor also ain't no prude, so she makes him back off just far enough for her to take a good look at his hotness and then ask, "Wanna fool around?" Lyla arrives in Mexico to find Tim and Jason still waiting around for Jason's terrible experimental surgery. Tim arranges for the threesome to go on a booze cruise, so that he and Lyla can tell Jason that they're not letting him go through with the surgery. The intervention goes about as badly as an intervention can, when Jason literally throws himself overboard after hearing them out. Unfortunately, nowhere in this storyline does either Kurt Russell or Goldie Hawn show up. And that's the end of that storyline. Seriously. Jason throws himself overboard but then, after washing up on shore, he's like, "Eh, didn't actually want that surgery anyway." Which is fine with me, because the moment we stop having to pay attention to Jason's surgery is the exact moment we get back to some hot Y Tu Mamá También stuff going on between the three of them. What's sexier: Jason and a shark, or Tim and Lyla? I think you know what my answer is. Landry's dad continues to become more and more suspicious of Tyra, and his suspicions are not alleviated when he makes a Collette house call and finds Tyra amidst all the stripperly domestic squalor in which she lives. He tells Tyra to stay away from Landry, obviously thinking that Tyra is behind the murder and is using Landry, the cop's son, to protect herself from the rap. Meanwhile, Landry gets called up to play in the game on Friday. And not only does he play, but he pretty much wins the game for the Panthers, leading to crazed fan chanting of his name. So just when Landry's fortunes hit an all-time high, Tyra dumps him -- and coldly, too -- because she is a soliciting-murderess with a heart of gold. And proving herself to be her father's daughter, Julie tries to charm her way back into the innocent sack with Matt with a pair of Decemberists tickets. And Matt almost goes for it, but then realizes that if he jumped at Julie's bidding, he'd be about as spineless as the sharks that were slaughtered down in Mexico for Jason's surgery. Go Matt!
Lyla looks glumly out of the window of a cab threading its way through a small Mexican town. She gets dropped off at Tim and Jason's hotel, tells the cabbie GRASS-EE-ASS and then walks up the stairs of the hotel. She's wearing a really cute white sundress and cowboy boots. She asks for Tim Riggins, but the desk guy just shakes his head, uncomprehending. So then Lyla tries out her Mexican-accented English to see if he understands that version of 'Merican. "Wheelchair-o? Noo legs?" she asks in Taco Bell. Jason wheels down the hallway and saves her from continuing this charade of worldliness and is totally surprised to see her. Lyla is surprised that Tim didn't tell Jason she was coming. Jason is pissed: "What the hell are you? The Christian Coalition?" They both yell down the hall at Tim, who wanders out of his room and ignores their pissiness, looking at Lyla with relief: "You made it!"
Eric is talking football shop to Tami as she gets ready for bed. She listens dutifully, obviously tired and bored, and then turns around and wonders "What's with the candles? Where's the baby?" Eric is leaning against a tall dresser, having flipped on some mood music and tells her that the baby is asleep in the other room. He inquires quietly and completely transparently how everything went at the doctor's today. Tami looks at him blankly, "Aren't you sweet to ask about little ole me." But Eric has a number of tricks in his back pocket...er, I mean on top of his head. He gives his wife a little half-smile and asks if she got "the, uh, green light?" Tami plays dumb, so Eric makes his way over to her, turning off the lamps on the way, remembering how when Julie was born they got "the, uh, green light." Tami thinks it's amazing that he remembers such a tidbit. Honey, men always remember the tidbits that are related to their tidbits. Tami is leaning against the wall in her comfy clothes and asks her husband what he's thinking. Eric has grabbed her hands in his and starts sort of gesturing around with her arms, which she leaves as limp as she hopes his tidbits will stay. Eric tries to tell her he's only thinking about how long it's been for her, that he's just thinking about "together time. Together time. Together time." Tami tells him that the best together time she can think of is him and Gracie, then gives him a pillow and a blanket and asks him to sleep out with his daughter. Eric protests and protests until Tami makes things crystal clear: "I don't want to, honey."
Credits. Tim, Lyla, and Jason walk around while Jason regales Lyla with the story of how Tim got thrown in jail the other night. Lyla furrows her brow, wondering when they're going to get to the tortured, emotional part of the storyline.