So to sum up what's happened in the first eighteen minutes of the program: Cass sees a video that's terribly upsetting, although we're not sure what's on; Dwayne gets an email that's terribly upsetting, although we're not sure what it says. Freddy has a dream that's terribly upsetting, although we don't know it is about. Clearly David Milch is pioneering the new don't show/don't tell school of storytelling.
Jerri and Dwayne are pulling into the Snug Harbor parking lot, with Dwayne protesting that he'd just as soon not be involved at a "nuts-and-bolts" level with what he and Jerri are doing. And what would that be? As Jerri explains it, they're going to talk to Butchie "about this fucking guy" -- presumably John, though for all we know at this point it could be Linc -- before Jerri "goes and scares the bejesus out of Cissy." It was a nice plan, and it all would have worked out beautifully were Cissy not already in the Snug Harbor parking lot, delivering Mitch's possessions to his new home. "I guess Mick's right again," says Dwayne. Mick? Which Mick? Mars? Mantle? Mouse? "Jagger," Dwayne mumbles, after Jerri gets out of the car to talk to Cissy. Ah -- "You Can't Always Get What You Want," I'm guessing. Although at the pace the exposition is going this week, I would also accept "19th Nervous Breakdown."
Speaking of breakdowns, Cissy appears to be in the midst of one. "I'm moving my husband in here," she bellows at Ramon -- "So I see," he says calmly, and with a noticeable look of relief that Cissy isn't moving in herself -- before tossing the suitcase and kicking it a couple of times. That's when Cissy spots Jerri: "What are you doing here?" she says, not altogether warmly. "Surfing," says Ramon -- he's speaking to Dwayne, who's about to knock on the door to Butchie's room. "We need to talk," a very concerned Jerri tells Cissy. Well, by all means, let's cut away before we can find out what about.