Cut to Tami, driving Coach around in the morning light. She says she does appreciate him taking a taxi last night, but "you need to face some realities about your age which are that you can't go drinkin' like that on a school night." They pull into the bar's parking lot but no car is to be found. Tami is like "You don't even remember what bar you were at, do you?" He tells her to go around back and Tami just mutters "Good lord, you gotta not feel like you gotta drink everybody down under the table." If I could have a job just transcribing Tami's little turns of phrases, I'd just be so -- oh wait! I do have that job! They get around back and there's the car. Tami stops a good thirty feet away. Coach is like "There's the car" and she's like "Mmmhmmm." He realizes that she's not going to drive him over there. "Are you serious?" She says "I think a walk'll do you good. Fresh air in your hair." Coach's hair is like "But oh, ouch, ouch, ouch, it hurts to walk." Now, I do not tend to believe easily in shout-outs, but that line, about the air in his hair -- they're trying to communicate with me, aren't they? Exterior shot of the car with Coach inside looking real hungover and sad about having to take that walk. He finally gets out, Tami trilling that she hopes he feels better today, and Coach palms the side of his head and hair, trying to make it so every single follicle stops singing so loudly about the beer he had to drink last night.

Playgirl Ranch. Billy's in the kitchen with an apron on, Tim is telling him that they've got to stop this chop shop side business thing they've got going on. It's getting too risky and they have no one to take the frames any longer. Billy says he hears Tim, but on his way to bring a tray of food to Mindy, Billy suggests-- whispering-- that maybe they could, uh, drive the cars off a cliff. Tim reminds him: "They have no engines, Billy, we've stripped them and sold them." Billy runs the food in and runs back out with another idea: we could dump them in the lake! Tim thinks that's a great idea: "Yeah, Billy, we'll just strap 'em on my back, I'll swim 'em out there!" Time for idea #3: let's bury them! Dig a big-ass hole and bury them. Tim doesn't have a quick comeback, but does mutter that that sounds like a lot of work. Billy: sure, it's a lot of work, but it's a lot of money and a lot of trouble if they don't get rid of them. Looks like Car Tomb is the plan!