Nancy's in the chair getting her manicure when she first floats the idea: that Cesar, being bored, being a man in a woman-centered place, being uncomfortable and tired of standing around being menacing, might like to go for a walk. The whole time the ladies at the salon are doing this efficient dance around Cesar where they never actually look at or touch him. He is impassive. Houdini pats the chair beside her -- "At least get out of the way!" -- and puts her environment to use. The women swarm him, making jokes at his expense, racist and otherwise, that he can't hear or understand. We know what they're saying, because we have the benefit of the subtitles, but for all he knows they're talking about how attractive he is. They pull off his shoes, oohing and ahhing, and she laughs along with them, telling the ladies that Cesar needs the fish. They agree.

"You need the fish," she says conspiratorially to him, as they plop his feet down into an aquarium and the fish start eating off the dead skin of his feet. Now that he's stuck, she glances at a curtain, and stands up. He grabs her wrist and she smiles. "What. Bikini wax. You interested? My treat." She whispers: "Hurts like hell, but Esteban really likes it. And I know you like to please the boss..." Something shiny in the left hand so you can't see Houdini fiddling with the keys with his right. The women massage Cesar's hands, and the fishes nuzzle and bite; he realizes something's wrong, and jumps up, casting them everywhere. They scream at him to come back, to pay them, as he runs to the waxing room. It's empty; he's a little sad. He needs definites and definitives if he's going to find her, but now she could be anywhere.

"Only one man ever betrayed my confidence, and that only in a minor matter." -- Harry Houdini

Doug's babbling at Silas as they backpack through Cleveland National Forest, an unceasing monologue of his historical indignities and homophobic slurs; Silas holds up the GPS and does some math. What grade is Doug up to, in the history of his shame? Sixth. They've been walking that long. This is the place. Doug sits down and drinks a Monster and a fake-ass CGI butterfly, blimmering and blue, flutters close to him. He's taken by it. "Alight upon me!" he commands the butterfly, hilariously. Silas heads off to a clearing. "Alight upon me!" Doug is once again disappointed. "Fucker!" He stands and heads off to find Silas -- "Draining the main vein?" -- and comes upon Silas in a garden of pot, huge shrubs of it in ordered rows, at gunpoint.