Elsewhere, Vietnam Joe walks into the sort of bar that considers a microbrew to be half a glass of Budweiser. "I'm not pulling out this time," he says, with steely determination to the bartender, who's busy setting up for the mid-morning rush. To show just how steely is his determination, Vietnam Joe flashes his sidearm. The bartender, named Ernie, is surprisingly calm. "I can give you a soda or a Clamato, Joe," the bartender says, as he goes about his business. "But I can't serve you liquor at all. Not as long as you're holding that gun." A Clamato? Seriously? Shoot him, Joe. Shoot the mad dog dead! Joe has apparently concluded that Ernie spilled the beans about a particularly traumatic war experience to someone who then conspired with John to pull off last episode's "first I'm stabbed, then I'm not" act; Ernie isn't exactly sure what Joe is going on about. "I never repeated your story to anyone, Joe," Ernie says simply. "I don't believe you ever told us." Joe is clearly troubled by this revelation, and slips into a Vietnam-induced reverie -- it involves punji sticks and comrades left behind and Vietnam Joe sobbing to God for forgiveness, and Jim Beaver acts the hell out of the scene. Really, he does. There, I said something nice about this episode. Anyhow, it ends with Joe composing himself and concluding that John's stabbing wasn't part of some VFW-inspired prank and that he should lean more on Ernie the Understanding Barkeep for support in dealing with his past. Again, good scene.