Cross goes back inside the house, lays out her phone and earbud cord on the kitchen counter, then lifts her shirt to reveal that the bandage on her side is bloody. Which, you know, would explain the blood on her short. She swallows a couple of pills (at least the water is still on) and pulls herself together before calling the station and saying, "I need a ride." Well, look who's taking up lying and prescription painkillers all in one minute.

Tim from Tampa's out on some dirt road, with the nearest landmarks a cluster of power line pylons. Obviously the ice cream truck he's leaning against comes off a little incongruous. As Tim and Charlotte pull up in her (soon to be Kate's) Escalade and get out, he asks what they're doing way out here. "We're on fricking Mars right now," he chuckles. Charlotte coldly says that she thought a remote area would be best. Tim's brain should be one big alarm bell right now, but he still asks where the money is. Instead of producing any cash, Ray pulls out a gun and aims it at him. "What's going on, crazies?" Tim asks, but he obediently drops to his knees when Ray orders him to. Charlotte shows him the transmitter, which he pretends not to recognize. That's brilliant, the way she keeps carrying it around with her to all her various crime scenes (spoiler)! Maybe Karl was right about her.

Tim pretends to not know what it is. "It's a transmitter, dipshit," Ray says. "It was in one of those guns." Ray tries to claim it's factory-installed, but of course even they aren't stupid enough to buy that. Charlotte says Tim has no idea how much trouble he's caused her. Uh, maybe look to your right, lady. Tim asks Ray, "What, the lady you muff-dove come after you or what?" Ray cuts a guilty look at Charlotte and lies, "I don't even know what that means!" Charlotte decides Ray's oral fidelity can wait and asks what part of the government Tim is snitching for.

He denies it, so she threatens to get back in her car and run him over. He apologizes, saying he "got caught up in something." She asks if he's wired right now, and he lifts up his shirt to show that he's clean. "They don't even know where I am right now. The ATF, they're like, so disorganized it's like they've forgotten about me." Those were two very wrong things to say that close together. So Charlotte tells Ray, "Shoot him." Ray thought they were only going to scare him. "I changed my mind," she says, but he can't do it. "We used to play kickball together," he tells her. Also, killing government informants is for mobsters, not amateurs. Tim, whose hands are shaking, reminisces further about how they all took an RV to prom together. Actually, that does sound pretty awesome.

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