We're back in Joe's van now -- John is in the shotgun seat, still passed out, while Joe scans the landscape for knife-wielding vatos. Nobody says nothing.

Over to Cass's hotel room, where she's lying stomach-down on the bed and the contents of the wet bar are littered across the room. The door opens, and John walks in. Say this for him -- he gets around. And he's got something to say: "I need your camera, Cass." Wordlessly, Cass picks up her car keys: "It's safe in the trunk of my car, John." He takes her hand and leads her out of the room.

Linc is walking mopily in front of a surf shop -- presumably not the Yosts' -- where he stares at a surfboard in the window with "Stinkweed" written on it. (That's apparently the name of Linc's surf operation.) Suddenly, John's reflection appears in the window. "Time to get back into the game, Linc Stark," he says. John, I bet you say that to all the fellahs. Linc stares at the window some more -- we see the reflection of Cass's car driving off.