Back at the Snug Harbor, Cissy continues to wait for Dickstein, and Cunningham continues to hold his tray of cups. "That doctor is about to get an ass-fucking from his hospital," Cissy observes out of nowhere. Before Cunningham can inquire as to the nature, length, and ferocity of said ass-fucking, Kai emerges from Butchie's room, and Cissy decides it's been too long since she laid into someone. "Good to see," she sneers at Kai. "I remember when we used to meet at work." Kai doesn't point out that she could say the same thing and continues walking to her jeep, where Butchie's boards are stashed in the back. Cissy starts retreating back to where she was standing before when Butchie walks out of the room. Hey -- someone else to yell at! Cissy stops dead in her tracks and starts moving toward him, muttering, "I feel like a duck in a shooting gallery." Ha! "Hid 'em before I could sell 'em," Butchie marvels as he sees the boards in Kai's jeep. Just then, his phone beeps with message from Bill as to Shaun's whereabouts; Butchie says he'll head on over, and Kai gives him a ride. On the way to the jeep, Butchie and Cissy exchange looks -- they do not appear to be hostile ones, but they're not all that happy, either.

Speaking of someone who's not happy, not at all, Freddy is lying in bed wide-eyed when an idea manages to burrow through his eight layers of skull and plant itself next to his brain. He sits up in bed, thinks some more, doesn't pass out from the strain, grunts, and walks purposefully toward the bathtub. I think someone's about to get unwanted medical advice from an unqualified party.

Outside, Dickstein has finally arrived and asks Cissy if she's managed to tell Dr. Smith what's going on, vis-à-vis the hospital's plan to hang him out to dry; Cissy's still pretty stricken by her wordless exchange with Butchie. "No," she tells Dickstein as she walks toward her car. "Go ahead." Cunningham sidles up to Dickstein: "About the ass-fucking?" he asks helpfully. And how many other shows do you hear a line like that? Besides Full House, I mean, where it was Bob Saget's catchphrase.