Later. Neh and Wes and Erik leave and start walking, discussing their "producer" story.

R-Bar. "VIP" room, which is really just a basement. There are a bunch of girls, and the poor girls are labeled "Groupie #1" etc. by the Graphics of Stupid. Wes camera-pales that he's not trying to hook Erik up, but rather just to show him a good time and also show Rachel what she could be missing. Erik is mostly just standing against the wall having a beer, though.

Now here come Rachel, Johanna, and Lacey (Lacey?! -- I don't think I've ever seen her outside that phone room) strutting down the street all wearing cowboy boots. Inside, Rachel asks Erik if he's having fun, and if the boys are trying to hook him up. Rachel camera-talks that of course she's going to be upset if she has to watch Erik hook up with other girls. Then, you know, leave! Erik tells her that it's his "game," and then he's with Wes as Wes tries to do some Wingman action, talking about the fake producer gig. Rachel can't shut up -- she's been hanging around Lacey too long, clearly -- and butts in again to tell us that she's scared of losing Erik and doesn't want this "break" to separate them forever. Rachel leaves, and one of the groupies says of her, "I like her cowboy boots." Hee.

Now Wes camera-fibs that by the end of the night, two girls (and they seem to indicate the two, who are going to be hella pissed when they discover B/M have been pouring editing lies all over them) were offering to take Erik home but he declined, saying, "I love Rachel. I'm going home." We see him running up the stairs of the warehouse. Pussy.

Day. River. Boat. Warehouse. Sully calls, telling Danny's broken skull that the warrant is out and that they're putting out a photo, and hopefully the perp will be picked up that very night. Danny thanks Sully and hangs up, and then immediately camera-talks, trying again to justify his ratting to the cops. He paints himself into a verbal corner, saying that it's not revenge, but rather...trying to get back what he lost. Which is a lot. Uh-huh. Sure.

Kitchen. Danny, looking proud, tells Wes that the "kid" is facing anywhere from five to twenty years in prison or up to five hundred thousand dollars in fines. Wow. Mel hopes he gets "both." Dude. Wasn't it just a bar fight? That's a lot of years for cold-cocking someone in the head a little too hard and caving in his skull. I mean, who hasn't done that?