We cut to Freddy and Palaka watching rain fall from their room at the snug harbor, so perhaps they can give Bill and Zippy a run for their money, repartee-wise. "You don't want to go bandying that shit about," Freddy says out of nowhere. "Just ask that girl, Marie, about bandying about my...sleep talk." Ah, that -- Palaka's faithful account of Freddy's sleepy-time mutterings from the last episode. Apparently, Marie is resting in peace -- and pieces -- on the Big Island. Palaka finally grasps what Freddy is talking about and -- brain surgeon that he is -- repeats the very dialogue Freddy has just told him not to bandy about. Freddy tries changing the subject: when is Palaka going to get the X-rays Dr. Smith recommended? That'd be never. "Physicians, they toss it off. 'Get yourself an X-ray' like 'Next light, go left.'" Yes, we can't trust doctors and their reliance on additional data to determine a course of treatment -- I recommended leeches to suck out the bad humors in your body that are clearly responsible for the fractured wrist. "Just remember what I said," Freddy says, cutting off Palaka's anti-medicine blather. "That other thing." "Believe me, it's recorded," says Palaka, pointing to his skull. "In here." Be careful that it doesn't die from loneliness.
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.