...because he enters the bathroom and, after locking the door and checking the stalls for lurkers (not that kind), steps up to the guy at the urinal and points his gun at a place a bullet would be even less welcome than usual. He tells the guy he just needs to be hooked up with a local heroin dealer -- doesn't matter which one -- and after ignoring a call from Johnny, he turns back to the guy: "You were saying?" We don't hear his response, but it wouldn't surprise me to hear he asked to move from the urinal to the toilet.

Back at the bar, Boyd is loading a gun as he says that he and Johnny have the Drew Thompson list narrowed down to thirteen men -- that's some interesting work, but okay -- and as soon as Colton gets back from the place he's totally not at, they're going to go knocking on doors. Ava, however, has another idea -- Napier has parties every week, and they could attend one in the hopes of getting some information. Boyd thinks Napier would sooner shoot him than entertain him, but Ava says that's where Judge Executive Furry comes in -- she can threaten him with exposure to his wife unless he wrangles them an invite. Boyd asks if she knows exactly what happens at these parties, but Ava's like, it's a swinger's party, which maybe isn't such a big deal for someone who manages whores for a living? She's doing a good job of talking him into it, but before anything's resolved, Shelby enters without knocking, as Boyd is at pains to point out.

He gives Shelby the lack of deference you'd expect him to show someone over whom he thinks he has complete control, but Shelby is a different player now that he's holding the Ellen May card, and when Boyd gets to his feet, Shelby takes out his handcuffs and orders Boyd to turn around. Ava can't believe Shelby's arresting Boyd, while Boyd warns Shelby he's about to turn a corner from which he can't come back. Shelby: "That's like warning a man it's gonna rain when he's already wet." Maybe, Shelby, but I think Boyd's threatening a monsoon here. But regardless, Shelby leads Boyd away...