"Do you think that they exist?" says some music cue, apropos of nothing I can figure out. Do we think that the B/M Road Rules creative staff exists? No. Most likely it's just an intern and one editor locked in a room somewhere, trying to craft compelling and coherent storylines out of thirty thousand hours of footage, and failing…miserably. Kathryn goes to Laterrian's hotel room (who knows where the hell they are anymore…what city…what hotel…what country…I have no idea) and says, "I'm not saying you were trying to get with me…that's my point." Uh…did I miss something? They did get with each other. Kathryn, who has a good deal of hair running down the side of her face, by the way, goes on to tell Laterrian that they can be friends but not "buddy-buddy." "Uh…can I still fuck you?" Laterrian is about to ask, but instead snaps back eloquently with, "I'm not…I'm not gonna…" Game, set, match to Laterrian. Kathryn rebounds that they were drunk and did "something stupid," and adds that she doesn't want to discuss it any further. Okaaaaaaay. So now she admits they fooled around. She is a liar. As little as it is of anyone's business, she did lie. For the record. Laterrian, looking sad, says something about never understanding each other, and Kathryn once again butts in and says, "We both screwed it up. That's the damn truth, we screwed up." No, Kathryn. You screwed up. You have the boyfriend. Laterrian is unattached. I can't figure out why Laterrian is being so droopy-headed and wimpy with her here. It seems uncharacteristic. Kathryn must have something pretty damn special under those Levi's to cow the playa like this. Maybe it can show movies and has a built-in MP3 player and shit. We fade to a swampy sunset behind a dual shot of floaty Kathryn and Laterrian, looking in different directions. It looks like the poster for Passion Fish II.