Jackie and Wallace return to her pad with groceries. Apparently, girlfriend has some "culinary magic" to work. Wallace suggests a frilly apron, because...he really wanted to say something, I guess. No other reason for that line. Thankfully, we're spared more of Wallace's dorkulating by the sound of Terrence Cook calling out for Jackie from the next room. Daddy's out of hospital jail! Jackie leaps up into his arms and grabs his face with both hands. Not dating! Not dating!

Back from commercial, the Cooks-plus-Wallace are discussing how Terrence got sprung. All he knows is that "a witness came forward," and considering that Cook himself knows what his alibi was, you might think he'd be a tad nervous as to what this all entails. Eh, give him a minute. He will be. This whole time, Wallace is observing from a distance, happy, but unsure of where he fits in with Jackie's new triangulated crossfire of daddy/boyfriend issues. I've ended up liking the girl a hell of a lot more than I ever expected to, but she's still got loads of baggage, most of which comes in the form of a guy who just got sprung from hospital jail. Still smiling, Wallace offers to let Jackie and her dad celebrate by themselves, to which Jackie immediately protests. She wants to spend time with her "two favorite men in the whole world." There's a knock at the door, and in case you were wondering, it's not her third favorite guy in the whole world. Who would that even be? Drunk Logan from Homecoming? The Freaks And Geeks character she took to Sadie Hawkins? Anyway, no. It's Lobo, and when Jackie answers the door, he makes a skin-crawlingly lecherous comment about how, not fifteen minutes out of jail, Cook's got a "sweet young thing" waiting on him. Not dating! Cook's like, "She's my daughter, asshole," though, that last part is silent because he's still scared shitless of the guy. Wallace -- I'm not sure whether he knows something untoward is going on or not -- calls for Jackie to help him get dinner started. After she leaves, Lobo asks Cook whether he doesn't want to say "thank you." Cook realizes his release just got fitted for strings. Cook starts sputtering that, once he gets back on his feet, he'll pay back that money he owes. Lobo laughs at Cook's stupidity, and reminds him that disgraced ex-jocks who throw playoff games don't have a whole lot of earning potential. Oh, like Cook couldn't write a book. Whatever. Lobo's vision is more along the lines of Cook as celebrity greeter at Seven Rivers. Y'all, if Cook is looking for a job in the casino industry, he could really make a go of it as a Dealertainer. If they don't accept him as himself, at the very least he'd make a swell Elwood Blues. Anyway, the point is that Cook is Lobo's casino bitch for the next, say, ten years. Cook's all, "Damn, at least in the hospital jail I didn't have to be on my feet for ten hours."