Back at his non-intervention, Butchie's leaving a message for his son to give Cissy a call because "[his] cell phone's fucked." He then turns to the other assembled worrywarts: "This is bullshit," he says. "John's a good guy." Cissy clucks her tongue in disgust: "Only you would think he isn't strange." Butchie reminds Cissy to consider the quality of their normal hangers-on; he's right -- apart from a doubtlessly low SAT Verbal score, John fits right in with the crowd.

Freddy is pacing in front of the sliding glass door of his motel room, almost as if he's expecting someone. The other tip-off is when he hustles back to the bed and sits down, affecting an air of casual indifference, just as Bill opens the sliding glass door and walks in. Smooooooooth, Freddy -- I'm sure Bill, who's having trouble negotiating his way through the vertical blinds, doesn't suspect a thing. "Whadda you want?" Freddy demands. It's so cute when he plays hard to get. Bill plays along with this charade, pretending he's looking for Butchie so that he can collect a fictional debt. "Anyway, he wasn't in," says Bill, waiting for Freddy to jump in with a request for help. "Then I guess your work here on Earth is through," Freddy snots. "I guess your mission's complete." Out of nowhere, Bill asks how Freddy's sleeping; Freddy is puzzled by the question. "Slee-ping," Bill repeats, slowly and stupidly. "If I spoke Monkey, I'd put it in your language." Freddy does the ol' Why-I-Oughta routine, and Bill asks the question again, this time punctuated with a lot more profanity. "Are you having visions?" Bill spits out. "When you are sleeping? You half-a-fucking ape. See, I could give less of a flying fuck, but I'm here, see? So I ask the questions. And believe me, I give less of a fuck." Well, when you put it that way...Freddy "dreamt of that kid...gone. Butchie's son, Shaun. That kid." Bill is suitably worried. He covers his mouth with one hand and sits down on the bed. See? Good scene. Two great actors exchanging great dialog that eventually, after a modest amount of dramatic tension, reveals information that the audience finds useful. If every scene unfolded this way, we'd be getting along much more famously, me and John From Cincinnati.