At the coffee shop, the cheque arrives. The Slattery brothers immediately start fighting over it, and Marin, without so much as a token reach, says she's going to leave before it gets ugly. She pushes her chair back, and both men chivalrously stand up. Geez, how come none of the dudes I know have nice manners like that? Is this something people only do on TV anymore, or do I just hang out with a bunch of cavemen? Anyway, even Marin is taken aback by this courtly display, and responds the only right way: by taking off to drop a deuce. Once she's gone, the dudes sit down again, and Ian asks what's going on with Jack and Marin. Say it with me now: nothing is. "Good," says Ian eventually. Getting territorial, Jack advises his statement to say that he and Marin slept together, if that's what Ian's asking. "According to her, you're just friends," shrugs Ian, and Jack says, "That's...what we are right now." "Oh," says Ian, bummed. "So it wasn't any good?" Ew. "No, it was great," Jack tells him, disgusted. Like everyone else in the state of Alaska, Ian doesn't get it, and just asks Jack, point-blank, "Are you into her or not?" Gruffly, Jack tells him the bottom line: "Just stay away from her, all right?" "Are you asking or telling?" dicks Ian. Jack says that Marin doesn't need Ian in her life right now. Ian asks, "You don't want her, but no one else can have her -- is that it?" Jack shakes his head, sadly, and Ian gets out his wallet, crabbily saying he doesn't blame Jack: "She is hot." Eh. The hotness is mitigated quite a lot by how irritating she is, not that anyone asked me. "Don't go there, man," warns Jack. Ian presses his point, Jack cautions him again to stow it, and Ian finally can't help himself: "She is one hot piece of ass." Ian straightens up, staring daggers at his brother...