Doggie Diner. Luke sits down at a booth across from Sophia and makes nice, but she's having none of it, too angry at his earlier dismissal to swoon over him now. "You know, there are days when it gets so crazy, I feel like I should grab onto something because I'm just going to spin off the planet," she says. "But you? You are the entire first-class section of Air Psycho." Luke shrugs, because if he opens his mouth, a great big "WHAT THE FUCK" will come out, and that'll hurt his sex quest. Sophia high-horses that she'll accept his clumsy apology and be on her way, but Luke interrupts that he wasn't going to apologize -- rather, he wanted to make sure what he said earlier stayed secret. Sophia hardens, saying that his honesty with her that night felt real, felt like true friendship. "And if [this] is how you treat friends, because you can, because you're other, because you're better, then I pass," she finishes, angrily, bolting from the diner.
Sultry the Singer, who we find out is called Miranda, arrives at the station after being arrested again. Her name is such a cutesy little joke -- she's always being arrested, and the arrest procedure involves being read your Miranda Rights, and...aren't you impressed? Aren't you? Oh, right. You're not watching. She bluffs that she only borrowed the Vapo-Rub to compare prices with another drugstore, but of course, there's only one, so her excuse is thin. Suddenly, Donner's deputy bursts in excitedly, having traced the trucks' origin: Ergo Foods Inc., owned by Eyderdex Chemical. Donner narrows his eyes. He is on the scent.
In a remote cabin, Ty chats with a mustachioed man and a big black dude, both reps from the chemical company. Ty is trying to break their deal, saying one failed shipment and tanker crash tends to be his limit. "My business policy is, when things go south, they tend to stay there," Ty states. That's also his sex policy. Awww, yeah, ladies. Mustache says that the company stands to lose too much, so they refuse to allow this breach of pact. "I don't think so," Ty says. "Nothing personal. It's been fun." Mustache bristles. Heh! I just reread that. It's a bad sign when I'm punning without effort. Mustache insists that his company needs the location, and so he will call the shots. "We're in waste management," he seethes. "We pursue disposal with extreme prejudice, whether in canisters or designer suits. We're #1, and that's why we get to decide when it's been fun." Ty considers this for a second, then smiles too suavely and concedes the point. He leaves. "I like how you handled that," Big says to Mustache. He then disappears to the bathroom to wash his face. Mustache hears howling outside, and since it's so dark and eerie out there, he decides to investigate.