In the security room, Bobby is still talking a mile a minute. "I got these cats that wanna pay me quarter-million cash for this truckload, sight unseen. Now, you gotta decide if you wanna do business," he says rapidly. Shawn bursts in and tells Truck that he needs to talk to him right now. Outside. "I'm busy," Truck drools. Shawn insists that it's very important. The two of them go into the hallway. Left alone in the security room, Bobby whips out his cell phone.

The hallway. "What's UP?" Truck yelps. "The DEA just left up out there, that's what's up," Shawn says. Truck almost screams. "DEA?" he says, and then tries to run into the other room. Shawn grabs him and tells Truck the DEA agent was doing a background check on Rolando. "Damn, Shawn," Truck breathes, and rests his head against Shawn's shoulder. "Man, you about gave me a heart attack, a'ight?"

In the security room, Bobby asks someone to put Doug Duffy on the line.

Outside, Truck tells Shawn that Rolando just applied for a job with the DEA. Shawn finds this entire concept hard to comprehend. "Yeah, man. Nothing to worry about," Truck assures him. Shawn's all, why didn't you tell me? "Why would I tell you before he got the job, man?" Truck drawls. Man, he has got to lay off the sauce. "Because I just told that woman a lie, man," Shawn reminds him.

Inside, Bobby tells Doug Duffy to get Delia off the street and keep her in the office, because she may have just compromised his position.

Truck strolls back into the security room and Bobby jumps all over him. "You got the Feds on you?" he asks, stridently. "Is this place hot?" Truck furrows his already confused brow and swears that they're clean. "Then who was that bitch?" Bobby asks. "The one I saw talking to Shawn. I saw her flash a badge." Truck shakes his head stupidly. "She's DEA," Truck says, like this makes it all okay. "DEA?" Bobby yelps. He runs for the door. Truck grabs him and they tussle briefly. "You got the DEA on you?" Bobby yells. "Hold up. They doing a background check on my cousin," Truck explains. "I got a cousin that works with Houston PD." Bobby shakes Truck's hands off him. "You got a cousin that's a cop?" he asks. Truck tells him to dial it down. "You have got to stop yelling, man. You're killing my high," he says. At last, he explains that His Cousin the Cop does "all [his] security and...and other things." Bobby waves a finger in the air. "I don't like this crap, okay?" he announces. "This place could be wired." Truck insists that there's no way. "This is my spot," he says, slapping himself in the chest for emphasis. Shawn watches coolly as Truck tells Bobby to settle down, and promises that they'll figure this all out. "All right. Who's your cousin?" Bobby asks. "Cause I want to meet his ass." Truck almost yawns. "It's coooool," he promises. "You can meet him, baby. Ain't no thang." He and Bobby exchange a long look. "If you're trying to set me up, I'm gonna kill you," Bobby finally says, and stomps out. Once he's safely in the hallway, he exhales a giant sigh.