Chieftain. Sam tries to pay for Jane's drinks, but she won't let him. "Miss your ship?" he asks cheerfully. Jane snaps that she isn't from the cruise ship. Sam says she isn't from Elmo, either. Jane says she'll take that as a compliment, and Sam rejoins that he'll try not to take that as an insult. Jane credits him with being "not stupid," and Sam replies that she's not shy, and asks for five minutes. She offers three, and they settle for four. Why Jane is acting like she has any other prospects for decent company tonight, I am sure I don't know.
Outside the Chieftain, Sam asks if Jane's cold. Jane says she is, sometimes, to strangers she meets in bars, but Sam explains that he's offering her his jacket, which she accepts. She asks if he's flirting with her, and he says he's been flirting with her all night. Jane smiles that she's a little out of practice. Sam asks what she likes to do for fun. "Pilates. Minute fifty-five -- your turn." Sam says that he has a chainsaw. Jane stops walking and, half-joking, asks him not to kill her. Sam explains that he does ice sculpture to unwind, after a day of driving his plow. Jane, with seeming reluctance, says that's hot. With Sam smiling warmly at her, Jane says she guesses they should call it a night, but then he leans in for a face-sucking kiss, which she doesn't bother pretending not to be into. He certainly sculpted the panties right off her. Jane breathlessly asks where Sam lives...
...and then they're there, on his houseboat, getting it on. There's a bit of forgettable business around her glasses (she can't see without them, but he wants to see her), and when she gives in and takes them off, he's like, "You're beautiful!" and she's like, "No talking." Do women want men to be more manly so that...women can be dicks?
The next day, Marin looks for Jane at the Inn, but gets no answer knocking on her door.
Downstairs, Marin finds Patrick at the desk, excitedly practising his Chinese phrases with his book, and speaking to her in what he calls "the language of [his] people." Marin assumes he means his people are Chinese, but he replies that he's "Blasian -- black and Asian," and indicates his shirt, which announces, "Kick Me, I'm Blasian." It sounds lame, but the artist sells it with a righteous Afro. Marin, in no mood, says that Patrick isn't Asian, and Patrick cheerily says that Mom-Mai is. Finally, Marin declares that enough about Patrick, and asks where Jane is. Patrick says that it's not for him to say...and then goes ahead and announces that she didn't sleep at the Inn. I assume this news has already made it out on the Elmo gossip wire.