Outside, the racists are watching some kind of nature doc about "...It tries to tear him apart..." when they hear the gunshots. They open up the door, and Jessica snaps the neck of the one that brung 'er, and they realize that, it being daytime, Jessica's just stuck in the shack now. Hoyt promises to go find help -- this is one of those times where people don't have phones, I guess, in 2012 -- and fires off a last "Fuck you, Jess" over his shoulder. Just in case you were interested in ever caring about Hoyt again.

CHEZ LALA

Arlene and Holly are there when Lafayette gets home from Mexico, and he is ... pretty incandescent.

Lala: "Unless y'all are here to tell me I done goddamn won the lottery, get out my face."
Ladies: "Blah blah."
Lala: "Hooker, I ain't in the helping business no more, I'm in the fuck off while I smoke a blunt business. And business is about to pick way the fuck up."
Arlene: "[The Terry situation.]"
Lala: "So he's off his meds. Not my problem. Fuck off."
Arlene: "We just figured maybe it's a real fire monster demon thing, maybe it's not, but either way he believes it's true. So let's convince him otherwise."
Holly: "Do your medium thing and tell him the Iraqi lady will agree to lift the curse."
Lala: "Fifty bucks. Now I'm about to slip my ass in this tub and get high as a motherfucker, so enjoy your day."

Yes. Get the actual medium to actually lie, and then if the fire monster comes, Terry can just pass on that news. "Sorry, no. She like just was saying it's fine. Oh, did you not get her ghost text on your monster phone? No worries! Sorry about the inconvenience."

WHISKEY TANGO

Hoyt's gone by the time Sam and Andy and Sam arrive to help Jessica, so they're all hummed up thinking they get to fight more racists but no, it's just dead Reggie on the floor, and nobody even knows where Hoyt is.

Sam: "...You smell that?"
Sam: "Yeah, a woman... Was a woman here? A human one?"
Jessica: "No, just guys. Gross ones, kind of white-trash hot."
Sam: "Well, there was a woman here, too. A big one."
Sam: "Lousy diet... Cheetos... Mello Yello..."
Sam: "Menthols, too."