Well, I don't think anyone was expecting this shocking development. When next we join Pawn, she's in Sloman's Office (does that "private" sign mean nothing to you people?), informing him, "Prufrock knows nothing." What is important for Pawn to let him know, however, is that "our supplier is getting edgy. Too much longer, he might look for another buyer." Sloman authorizes her to "set it up for tomorrow."
A slo-mo shot of Taudrey in her room at Martha's finds her packing a suitcase. Floating across the alley (did he specifically request a room with a whore-facing view, because those can be very expensive for a man who doesn't appear to be employed anymore), we find Jim asleep on his bed, not doing a thing to undo his "shiftless layabout" status with Martha, who I think was briefly his mom for a minute a few days ago, though that plot line seems to have been unceremoniously dropped. Jim is having a dream about his childhood in the Eisenhower Administration, where his parents are having a fight and Li'l Jim watches. His mother nurses a drink and looks put-upon, and Jim surreptitiously (which actually means "in plain sight of two parents") grabs a set of keys off of a hook and shuts himself in the trunk of the family car. His father gets in the car and drives off, and Jim wakes up with a start to hear a rhythmic banging on the door. It's Martha, letting him know, "You have a delivery." Behind him appears ShadJackBlack, delivering the sculpture he promised to build for Jim. He stands at the door, appearing to wait for compensation of some kind, but his unwillingness to leave comes from his having "to install it." I remember Jim's look from my days of selling Passover cookies door-to-door for my Hebrew school, and after they pay you money just to go away, you show up a few days later with a box of something called "CarobPops" and they wish beyond wishes that you would only go away, or turn them into Thin Mints. You know that look? That's the look.