At a spa, we see Jonesy walking around in a shorty bathrobe covering his already covered private parts. He has the skinniest legs ever. Like, Melanie Griffith is Fat Legs next to Jonesy. This whole thing is so fucked up and weird. Bunny is loudly ordering some architect to put an "atrium of inner peace" in her home. It's a really heated conversation and she's all, "Because I need my INNER PEACE!" Kinda funny. But on this show, funny/interesting/coherent is relative, but when logic/taste/sentience is involved, they...I can't even finish. Kill me. When Bunny gets off the phone, she tells an attendant at the spa to get Jonesy a mud pack, but he says that he's allergic to mud. Oh, by the way, there's never a single drunk thing about Jonesy. I know, "functional alcoholic," but come on. This guy is not a big drinker. He looks like half a sake-tini could put him under the table. Bunny says that she wants to help -- and maybe Jonesy will take her money without Ripley knowing. She's kind of flirting too, which makes me uneasy. Is she really that slutty? Jonesy doesn't want to take the money because Ripley is his friend, but Bunny says that Ripley doesn't have friends, only "business associates." Buddy was a business associate and look what happened to him. Jonesy ponders Bunny's offer.
Jonesy meets Ripley at The Viva and says he might have a new lead on an investor. Ripley says he doesn't want Bunny's money. He apparently knew Jonesy was going to meet her. Wow -- they really maintained that suspense for an achingly long time. Ripley gets a call on his cell phone. He thanks the person for the call and tells Jonesy that they're heading to Nicky Fontana's casino to go "whale hunting."
On the car ride over, they sing "Money (That's What I Want)" by Barrett Strong. Bold choice. Meanwhile, at Nicky's casino, Tom Cruise's cousin is singing and walking really fast with an entourage. His acting while singing is already better than anyone else's so far on this series. He's the whale. Ripley tells Jonesy that it's Sweet Lenny Collins. He's an "old-school self-made professional gambler." As opposed to those gamblers with the fancy book-learnin' gambling pedigrees.