Oh, even better: Becky's here. Girl, this is a Jack and Jill Stripper-Themed Baby Shower. It is no place for a teenage girl. Certainly not one as annoying as you. She rolls up on Tim, interrupting him as he's laying game down with on of Mindy's friends, and all of a sudden Tim's in dad mode instead of screaming tap-the-keg guy mode. Damn it, Becky. I try not to hate you and then: this. So she complains about her mom, saying she made her give back the dog and she's the total worst and she can't wait 'til her dad comes back. She then tries to slow-dance with Tim, but he figures it's time for some truth: her dad isn't coming back, on account of having to secure midwifery services for his secret family in Seattle. "This is what they do," Tim continues, in a rare moment of lucidity. "Your dad, my dad. They leave, and they don't come back. They buy you these things so it's not uncomfortable for the five minutes a year they're in your face." He could go on -- really -- but Becky's in tears now and wants to talk about this at home. Yeah, maybe tomorrow, when Tim's done skanking around Dillon's finest? Let the man live, girl.

It's midnight at the Cafferty ranch, and Luke, Pa, and Tinker are still hard at work. Out of Luke's earshot, Pa compliments Tink on his fence-building prowess and gives him a sincere thanks. "No big deal," Tink says. "Luke's a good guy. He's one of the players who's holding this team together." Luke's a star, but he doesn't act like it. He figures if he's helping out Luke, he's helping out the team. Pa's pretty impressed at this portrait being painted about his son -- and through football of all places. You get the feeling Pa Cafferty figured that life on the farm was the way he was going to raise his son to be the way Tinker's describing. "You're a good man," Pa says to Tink. Turning around to look at his son, it's clear the sentiment extends to him too.

Later, Deadbeat comes pounding on the Airstream door, furious at Tim for telling Becky the truth. HE wanted to tell her! Tim pretty much laughs that statement off right in Deadbeat's face. "You think you're hot stuff, don't you?" Deadbeat huffs. Hey, middle-aged losers of the world? When confronted with your younger, more muscled, shinier-haired rivals, try your best not to say "You think you're hot stuff, don't you?" Not only does it make you sound self-evidently inferior, it also makes you sound blazingly homosexual. Not that that's a dealbreaker -- it's Tim Riggins; no jury in the world would convict you -- but still. Food for thought. ANYWAY, Tim baits him by leaning in and telling him he had sex with his wife. Deadbeat falls for it, initiates a fight, and gets pummeled. The first couple of punches are for Deadbeat. The rest are for Tim's dad. Cathartic, I guess, but I don't need to see anybody beaten to death on this show. Not again, at least. Deadbeat'll be fine, though. He'll be interviewing midwives by Monday.