J.B. shows up at Scraggle's music shoppe and hands over an envelope. "What's that?" Scraggle asks. "It's Vinnie's money, less three hundred for re-stocking," J.B. tells him. Scraggle asks if he returned the equipment, and J.B. tells him he did that morning. J.B. says he'll eat the three hundred and pay Scraggle back himself: "I'm good for it. Just give me a couple of weeks." J.B. apologizes, "For the business, and Sophie, and everything. If it makes you feel any better, she told me to go to hell this afternoon." Scraggle tries to tell him that things could have worked out if he hadn't jumped in headfirst. J.B. interrupts him and tells him he doesn't expect him to understand, "but I want it all and I want it fast and I don't have six years of waiting in me." Um, why exactly? Wouldn't six years only make him about twenty-eight or twenty-nine? Scraggle delivers a little lesson in business about not being able to deliver what you promise: "That's the first step to ruining everything. When you don't deliver what you promise. I've been there. I've had success and I screwed it up. The first time I didn't show up for a gig? That was the beginning of the end." I thought the beginning of the end was the first time he got a snootful of cocaine. Scraggle turns away from J.B.: "You know what I'm talking about. If you're not reliable, you're dead."