Kevin unloads about Jackie's night shifts, and Eddie tries to be sympathetic about that, but Kevin is too in love. "You know what she does? She asks me what I want for breakfast, no matter how fucking tired she is. Rubs my back, makes me eggs." Eddie grins sadly: "Life of Riley." Kevin says he hasn't heard that expression in a long time, and Eddie nods: "Yeah well, hang around me, you'll hear all sorts of shit." They toast, and Eddie drinks, looking terrifying. Today, it doesn't matter what we do.

While dealing with the hernia guy, Coop informs Mo-Mo that he deserves more than an open relationship. Although, of course, he's a mess with this stuff. The guy on the table stares up at them as they compare woes: how Coop is so messed up right now it's embarrassing, and Mo-Mo is all "I keep thinking, if he knew how much it hurt," and Coop takes a look at the guy's intestine and he jokes, "My ex used to bitch that I never talked. Look at me now. I'm spilling my guts here!"

Mo-Mo offers to call her, and Coop says maybe he'll get sympathy for his injury, because that's what Coop is thinking about today, but the guy says that's blood from a stone. He looks up at Mo-Mo and tells him to make the guy jealous. "What kinda guys does he like?" Straight ones. The guy shrugs, but Coop smiles: "Give me your phone. Trust me."

Eddie ignores Jackie's call again, this time with a little bitter smile. How bad is this going to get? Eddie and Kevin do a shot of Jack together. They're making friends on the Titanic. Kevin pulls out the ring to show his new friend, and Eddie swallows. "It's the ring I could never afford to give her. Still can't, but what the fuck, right?" They talk about surprises, and love, and the surprises Jackie's getting tonight. They do another shot. The cage is getting smaller and smaller, and she doesn't even know it yet. She's spilling her guts, here: what was meant to stay hidden is forcing its way out again.