Back at the surf shop, Cissy is still stewing over her verbal throwdown with Mitch. "Why does what happened to Butchie make it fucked up to help Shaunie do what any thirteen-year-old would want to?" she demands of Kai. Because you probably share some culpability in what happened to Butchie and don't seem like the type to learn from your mistakes? That's just a guess on my part, incidentally -- Kai is wisely keeping her lip buttoned. Cissy is also fuming over Mitch's brain tumor diagnosis, though she seems more irritated by it than concerned. "Wouldn't put it past him, either, fucking jerk," she mutters under he breath, as she storms out of the surf shop, leaving a moderately befuddled Kai to carry on with her inventory.

At the motel, Butchie is still leaving angry messages with his drug connection, demanding satisfaction or, at the very least, store credit. Outside, Ramon and Dickstein have made short work of loading up the truck with pile upon pile of discarded crap. See how much work you can get done, fellas, when you're not filling the air with expository dialogue? Just then, Vietnam Joe pulls up -- he seems to share a familiarity with Ramon and Dickstein. "The Three Stooges," Vietnam Joe snorts, ignoring the fact that he's only staring at two of them. "I could eat a bowl of soup off the top of either of your heads." While I don't remember that particular Stooges installment -- "Moe enjoys a nice potato-leek soup and then beats Curly mercilessly with the ladle" -- it hardly seems a compliment. Vietnam Joe confirms that Butchie is, in fact, a deadbeat-in-residence at the motel, instructs Upbeat Morrissey on the proper door-knocking technique, and then sends him on his way. "Ramon wants to talk to you, Joe," Dickstein begins. Vietnam Joe does not share that desire -- he speeds off before Ramon can tell him that his days of stashing illegals at the motel have come to an end, what with the new owner.

Upbeat Morrissey puts his door-knocking lesson to good use, rapping on Butchie's door and asking, "What do you want, Butchie Yost?" In a case of mistaken identity not seen on American television since the latter days of Three's Company, Butchie assumes that Upbeat Morrissey is a duly appointed customer-service representative sent by his drug dealer. "I want to see some dope come out of your pockets, or my $2,300," Butchie shouts through the door. $2,300 it is, then -- man, those are some very handy pockets. Upbeat Morrissey flashes the wad of cash in front of the peephole. After furtively looking around to make sure there's not an accomplice waiting to whack him upside the head and counting the money to make sure it's all there, Butchie's all, "Hello, friend!" He also expresses remorse over the angry message he left for the drug dealer not a few moments earlier. "Let's go call the ice cream man, tell him I'm sorry," Butchie says. Oh, this is going to be almost exactly like that time Mr. Furley bursts in on Jack Tripper while he's on a date. Only with more horse.