Meanwhile, Kai has woken up alone and discovered that John is nowhere to be found. She quickly gets dressed.
John, meanwhile, is bopping down the road, still lost in his own private New Wave music video. A van pulls over. Alas, it is not the rest of his bandmates, come to remind him that man's innate fellowship will save the human race from nuclear annihilation. It's a bunch of sketchy-looking dudes.
Back to the hotel. Cass has turned on the hot water in the sink, hoping to sterilize her flesh and possibly melt the memories of the last twelve hours right out of her skull. Unfortunately, the objet d'horreur is outside yammering for her attention. Cass comes out to see Mitch levitating.
Now that the good doctor's got plenty of free time, he's decided to spend it looking for Butchie at the Snug Harbor Motel. We see Palaka and Freddy in the parking lot; Palaka's got one of those sun shields that helps you develop melanoma 50% faster than merely suntanning alone. He's saying, "'Is two days off a crime? Do I ever get to fuckin' relax?' That was you, boss, in your sleep during the night." Freddy flatly tells him, "I don't talk in my sleep." Palaka waves around his good hand to indicate that he'll believe what his boss tells him to. Then he catches sight of Dr. Smith and says excitedly, "Physician. It's that physician." Hands up, all you who think the word choice was deliberately meant to prod viewers into murmuring, "Heal thyself."
Cut to Ramon trying to clean Butchie's place. Dr. Smith comes by to ask if Butchie's around, and Ramon says, in a tone of sweet incredulity, "You didn't read the paper? That family had a miracle last night." Dr. Smith nods and says, "At the hospital. I was Shaun Yost's doctor." The rubber gloves-wearing Ramon goes to shake Smith's hand, and catches himself at the last minute; he removes his gloves and they shake hands. Ramon offers to clear out and let Dr. Smith wait for Butchie in peace. It is a measure of Dr. Smith's current state that he's all "Wait in a junkie's squalid hotel room? Sounds dandy!"
We cut to a considerably cleaner hotel room. Linc is in it, and he's incredulously saying, "In other words, you want to talk about all this strange shit going on, you're an expert in the field -- that is what I brought you in for?" Cass protests, "Okay, Linc, I get it." Linc icily replies, "If you got it, you'd still be in that room with him." Cass protests, "He went out to get a poultice for his knee." Linc says, "You should be embarrassed to have to tell me that." Cass flares, "Fuck you!" and stomps toward the door. Linc doesn't even raise an eyebrow as he replies, "The correct answer would be, 'While, you, Linc, are signing Cissy, I'm going to try to sell him on moving out of his house for good.'" As Cass leaves, we see Linc roll his eyes in the universal expression signifying "What does it TAKE to hire good, amoral henchpeople?" I loved that expression when I saw it on Stringer Bell, I loved it on Al Swearengen, and I love it here.