Back at the Snug Harbor, Ramon is answering a phone call in the office, while Butchie and John hold their respective jaws and receive more life lessons from Freddy the Drug Dealer. "Instead of what you want to see, see what the fuck is in front of you," Freddy says. "That's how you get 17 safe deposits." Really, he should write a self-help book -- The Seven Habits of Highly Effective Drug Dealers. ("Chapter One: See what the fuck is in front of you.") Ramon interrupts Freddy's latest inspirational speech to let Butchie know he has a phone call -- it's Mitch phoning from Huntington and the conversation is not pleasant. "You piece of shit," Mitch begins. "What's with your fucking phone?" Butchie protests that the battery died. "Yeah, what a shock," Mitch sneers. But Mitch didn't call up just to verbally abuse his son -- he also needs to inform him that Shaun broke his neck. So yeah -- really upbeat phone call then. Something for AT&T to use in a revived "Reach out and touch someone" campaign. Shaun is getting airlifted to a local hospital -- at least they won't use surface streets this time. "Of course, if you gave any kind of shit," Mitch practically spits, "I wouldn't have to be telling you all this. Because you would've been here." Butchie protests that nobody told him Shaun was going to be up in Huntington -- "Your battery's dead, Butchie," Mitch says accusingly. "So how come you didn't stop to tell me on the way out of town," Butchie counters. "Because it would have been a waste of gas," Mitch says flatly. Phone call over. That's AT&T -- reach out and touch some deadbeat you hold in utter contempt!

Butchie slams the phone angrily to the ground, smashing it into a million piece. Butchie -- that's motel property. They're just going to have to tack that on to your bill -- which you don't pay anyway. So no harm, no foul, I guess. Anyhow, Butchie grabs John by the hand and tells him they're taking a ride. Freddy asks what's the matter; Butchie shouts out that if Freddy wants to stop him, he'll have to kill him. "My kid got hurt. He broke his neck. I can't handle it straight," Butchie says. "I'm holding," Freddy says, and that gets Butchie's attention right quick. "Get in the car." Butchie proposes that Freddy go get his dope and bring it over; Freddy makes a counter-offer -- "Get in the car, or I'll shoot you, him, and the three guys in the fucking office." Sounds like a fair deal to me. "What do you want, Butchie?" John asks again. Apparently, not to get shot because he gets in the car with Freddy and brings John along for the ride.