Savino, realizing he may have gone too far in blaming Red for, you know, not being able to talk to his daughters, tells a story about his grandfather explaining fluid dynamics to him, the basis for the Roman aqueducts. He never had a formal education, but he was smart as a jackal, says Savino, adding, regretfully, that his grandfather wanted him to be an engineer. "He did it," says Red -- but he's talking about Cota getting the fire started. "I forgot I had my lighter!" says Cota, with absolutely zero shame. Ha!

Fay takes Dixon through the hotel kitchen, saying she came in to check on the family's food order. Dixon asks if she saw a husky fellow with glasses, but she doesn't recall, and then tosses a peanut or something in the air and catches it in her mouth. Dixon, glancing at her ass, calls it impressive. "You should see what I can do with a cherry stem," she says, glancing at his crotch. And then it's off to a pool party with drinking and smoking and wacky '60s kids jumping into the pool with their clothes on, all to thank Dixon for saving her life.

Katherine's at the prison signing Jones out to bring him out to the courthouse, and he's complaining about his new braces being too tight. But that's a cover so he can fiddle with them enough to pull out a wire and then -- not exactly sneakily -- picking the lock on his handcuffs. It's then that she hears the gunshots outside, and she races outside in time for Jones to shoot at her -- and her fire back -- and drive off in a prison truck. So we have two dead deputies and Ralph swooping in, wanting Katherine to get herself checked out while he handles it from here, and you can imagine how receptive Katherine is to that.

And while Jones is fishing coins out of a fountain by a roadside motel for the bus, the gangsters are flagging down a farmer and his adolescent daughter driving a horse trailer. The farmer appears at least a little suspicious about what these three strange suits are doing heading out to the desert, but his politeness overrules his suspicion and he gives them sweet tea to drink and lets them ride -- in the horse trailer. It's funny because of all the shit!

My god, it must be frustrating to be a deputy who ISN'T related to the sheriff in this office because you're expected to be on time. Dixon is, unsurprisingly, nowhere to be found, so Jack shrewdly calls the hotel and asks for Fay Binder's room. She answers, passes the phone to Dixon, currently passed out on her chest. "Didn't think you'd be dumb enough to sleep with a crime victim," Jack snaps at him. Good god, if there's anyone not in a position to judge the appropriateness of others' sexual partners, it's Jack, although his line about how Fay has now been "victimized twice" is pretty funny. He tells his nephew not to screw up the case, which he needs to handle on his own because Ralph is working the prison break and Jack has to visit the mayor's cousin, who called about a vagrant skulking around. Asked for Jack personally, having met him at a fundraiser. You'd think Jack would be a little more suspicious given the warning he just received from Vincent, but nope! Then an order of flowers arrives from one of Fay's admirers, a Robbie Reuben, who fits the description of the weirdo seen in the kitchen, and I guess if Dixon's dick is going to put him in a position to pick up clues then I suppose he's not going to have much reason to change his behavior.