Next in is Sean, who is just relieved that Anthony told him he could come back to the center. This leads Sean to what his confessional refers to as a "revelation," in which he tells us he realized, "If I don't make something happen right now, in the next couple of days, I'm gonna give these kids nothing and my time in East Boston is wasted." Cut to Sean on the phone, offering up that rallying cry, "I need a log by Monday!" He continues that he has to make this "happen for the kids," or he's "a total turdball." Dude. No comment. Suddenly, we're product-placing the Hard Rock Café (sorry, but no human being not from some farming village in Kurdistan has walked into that eating establishment without checking a suitcase full of irony at the door since, well, ever), as Sean and Syrus sit at the bar and enjoy $14 pints of beer, arguing about the nasty turn their six cumulative minutes at the CCC have taken. Sean: "What did I give the kids? Not a whole lot. You said you were going to give the kids a basketball program, and have you done that? Not yet." Syrus defends himself on the basis that "the situation is not what they drew it out to be. Period." He was expecting, maybe, more titties and beer? At an after-school program for elementary-school children? Sean removes a dollar from his wallet and throws is at Sean, yelling, "Quit passing the buck!" and leaves in a big huff. Ah! The currency-oriented hijinks of it all. When will it end? No, really. When, already?