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Patty is finally ready to go public with her relationship with Frobisher. She just has to convince Ellen not to put all her new target practice skills to use on her lead plaintiff. Maybe she can distract her with some new leads on Frobisher's secret security team. But that evildoing murder mastermind Frobisher is gone. The new Frobisher had a jailhouse conversion and is now very spiritually minded and full of peace, love and the desire to do a downward-facing dog. Or at least he wants to pretend he had a spiritual awakening, because it's a great way to meet chicks. Mr. Cheeseburger wants Frobisher to pull out of the UNR lawsuit and back him in his move against Ellen and/or Katie, but Frobisher can't be bothered to revisit his past deeds while on the path of enlightenment. Mr. Cheeseburger won't take no for an answer, so he puts Wes in the awkward position of an Ellen/Katie sandwich.
Meanwhile Tom is in hot pursuit of a hooker (it's for work, honey, I swear!) after Claire Maddox defended the lovely lady of the night in court (which seems pretty unlikely for general counsel of an energy concern). When Patty realizes someone's name was redacted from the court documents, she is determined to find out who in the what now. Thus, the hooker. Seems that despite the economic downturn and the slashing of Wall Street bonuses, there is at least one energy trader who has enough pocket change to afford all the cocaine in Colombia (is that what Lester was doing down there?) and the company of a pretty lady. The coked-up trader is doing a deal for Kendrick or Lester (a.k.a. Dave), but he makes the hooker turn away from the computer screen so there are no witnesses. Clever fellow! Is it all about insider trading, then? It might be because Kendrick tells Claire that he has lined up a significant line of capital. Once the capital is in the company, the stock will rebound, and the lawsuit will be history. If that's the case, then what is Darrell Hammond doing in that damn Cadillac Escalade? And what are those mysterious coordinates?
When Ellen sees Uncle Pete sneaking around an office at night, she starts to wonder who Uncle Pete really is. This sets off a chain of events that is, well, sad. The FBI has a few answers for her, namely that Uncle Pete is a lifelong crook who Patty represented and apparently reformed. Or reformed enough to use for her own extracurricular activities. The FBI follows Pete, catches him in some dirty deeds, and gets him to agree to flip on Patty. But he wants to see his dying-of-cancer wife one more time before betraying his boss-turned-life coach. After delivering a present to his wife, Uncle Pete makes a quick stop at the medicine cabinet and swallows enough pills to fell Andre the Giant. He collapses in the middle of the wild goose chase he is leading the FBI on. He is loyal to Patty to the end. Sniff sniff.
Want more? The full recap starts right below!Ellen is the only attorney at Hewes & Associates who cares enough to work late. I don't know what sort of lackluster work ethic has infected the rest of the staff, but this sort of leaving-after-only-nine-hours behavior is truly unacceptable. No wonder Ellen is so firmly ensconced in Patty's inner circle -- no one else works so hard for Patty's love. Or they have lives. Ellen descends the stairs, books in hand (ooh books, how retro), and notices Uncle Pete sneaking around in the dark corners of the firm and slipping out of an office. He quietly shuts the door and furtively walks away. Since it was her office he was leaving, Ellen is just a little surprised. She trepidaciously opens the door, undoubtedly expecting to find an Edible Arrangement in the shape of a hand grenade or an enormous cookie with a heartfelt message inscribed in chocolate saying, "We're on to you," but instead she just finds a blinking hard drive and a warm monitor. She alerts the FBI to this office invasion and, as it turns out, Uncle Pete has a rap sheet as long as the beard of the guys from ZZ Top combined. Like, whoa, right? He has a criminal record that goes back fifty-odd years, but he turned over a new leaf when Patty Hewes got him off scott-free on some petty racketeering. He's been clean ever since. Ellen doinks herself in the head for being. So. Stupid. for not realizing that Uncle Pete wasn't just some quirky old man who was harmless except when armed with a dry cleaning rolling rack. By the way, Ellen's hair is back to being extremely complex. It seems to involve at least four bobby pins holding four curls that lead into a flat ponytail. There is no way she could do that without a few extra hands or extra bendy arms. Maybe both. Maybe she has a shrine to Kali Goddess of Complex Hairstyles in that hotel room of hers.
Patty has arranged a press conference to announce that Arthur Frobisher is her new leading man. Frobisher was hoping something like this might happen and he prepared a few remarks just in case. Patty looks over his two-page memorandum of greatness and rolls her eyes at his blatant pandering to the audience. Frobisher wants his reputation back and Patty, as the person who smeared him in the first place, is the only one who can help him. Patty giggles, "Yeah, wasn't that awesome? Good times, good times." Frobisher has purchased a spiritual awakening and he is ready to be a better person. And he knows he is a better person than environment-raper Walt Kendrick, so he is willing to help Patty in her quest. Patty points out that after the number she did on his name during the pension-raiding case, it will take more than a few good words from her to repair the damage. The defendants will try to destroy him (Really? In a shareholder suit? Huh.) Also, they need to vet his financials. Frobisher tells her to have it, he has nothing to hide under his flowing white caftan (Really? Even from Patty Hewes? Huh.) Their conversation is interrupted when Ellen knocks on the door. She stops short when she sees Frobisher sitting there. Her eyes get very wide and she does nothing but stare lamely like a bunny in headlights, as Patty re-introduces the two of them. I know Patty is supposed to be a heartless driven litigator, but damn, woman, that's cold!
Elsewhere, in a luxury sedan that is parked on the side of a city street, a man with overactive eyebrows and a blond woman listen to incredibly loud electroclub beats, which is perfect for recreating the cozy atmosphere of a boite in Ibiza and totally justifies the massive amounts of cocaine they are hoovering up their schnozzes. I mean, how could you not give in to temptation when you are surrounded by those awesome block-rocking tunes? They totally backmask that shit with "snort coke," "like vodka and redbull," and "consider roofies." It's totally natural. Their funky good times are totally buzzkilled by the cop knocking on the window. Ruh-roh! The guy in the car looks really familiar. I'll go investigate because I can't place him.
Walter Kendrick may be a strip-mining, water-polluting, cow killer, but, dammit, he loves his grandchildren. And he doesn't look kindly to anyone interrupting his trip to the (mysteriously empty) Central Park zoo, even when his grandchildren act like spawn of the devil smack-talking tweens who think New York sucks. Lester AKA Dave calls Kendrick to tell him that, "the broker got busted with a hooker." She was a hooker? I don't believe it.
Dave comes to the zoo in order to help Kendrick find the sad red panda, whose very existence has been stumping New York kids for years. The sign says there is a red panda, but no one has ever seen the red panda. And WTF is a red panda anyway? C'mon Central Park Zoo, just admit that the red panda escaped into the wilds of the park and is nowhere to be found in the zoo and has most likely been eaten by the hawks or the rats or Wildman Steve Brill. Kendrick wants Lester to find another broker, but Lester won't do it. The broker screwed up, but they can try again week. I know these gents are all powerful, but isn't it a tetch optimistic that the broker will be out of jail week? Oh who are we kidding -- a rich white guy on a possession and pandering rap with a lot of lawyers? He'll be in rehab in no time. Stoopid legal system. Harumph. Lester reminds Kendrick that if he didn't take risks he would be "back in Appalachia ruling over the toothless masses." Kendrick looks uncomfortable and Lester gets a little conciliatory towards him and tells him that they got the broker's name removed from the police report (oh, that's just... fantastic), but the girl needs a lawyer. Someone they can trust. Hmm, I wonder how Claire Maddox feels about using her Ivy League education to defend over-priced escorts?
Frobisher meditates in his peace garden while his spiritual advisor (some Deepak Chopra stand-in) looks on. The advisor is dressed in all white, wearing a scarf, and speaking in truth-seeking riddles, but has way too prominent sideburns to really sell the whole holy man thing. Frobisher is trying to meditate, but is too focused on the upcoming press conference and can't let himself go appropriately. The advisor tells him to breathe, which is useful and totally worth the undoubtedly large price tag.
Speaking of needing to breathe, looks like Ellen hasn't taken a breath in about ten minutes since she is smurf blue in the face from yelling at Patty for representing the man who killed her fiancé. Patty shrugs. She stands up to look Ellen in the eye and tells her to, you know, get over it. Frobisher was the only major shareholder who was willing to sue Kendrick. She needs him to take down UNR. Ellen fumes that Patty should have asked her first, but Patty shrugs and replies, "I didn't." Ellen is wearing the same outfit and has the same incredibly complicated hairdo she had when she saw Pete sneaking around the office. Which means that she is either sleeping in this hairdo a la the 1950s where women frequently kept their beehives high and dry for weeks until they went to back to the salon or I am really confused on the timeline. When did she meet with the FBI? Why isn't she more rumpled? Come on, continuity people, help me out a little bit. Ellen stares intently into Patty's face and then, realizing she is getting nowhere, leaves.
While Uncle Pete is whipping up a lovely Metamucil smoothie for his fiber Nazi of a wife (played by Magda! from Sex and the City, boys), outside his door a young tough complains about having to pay off Pete. His counterpart tells him to shut it because Pete is like a grandfather to him. Pete dotes on his ailing wife until he sees the wise guys outside. He goes to meet them in the alley, where, unfortunately for Uncle Pete, the FBI is watching. Mario Van Peebles instantly recognizes the two guys Pete is meeting, revealing an impressive knowledge of petty state-level criminals for an FBI guy, which just shows how MVP brings the awesome. Since both of the guys Pete is meeting with have rap sheets, they think they can flip 'em like pancakes. Mmm... pancakes.
Ellen and Wes have finished another round of target practice and Ellen is bringing home her target as a trophy. Not that she has gotten any better. Wes teases her and their chemistry is almost believable, a feat for which I compliment Timothy Olyphant. It's hard to manufacture chemistry with a pretty little wooden dolly, but he does it admirably. Ellen asks where he acquired his firearm skills and he tells her about his angry ex-marine father who taught him how to shoot when he was eight. He then asks about the Frobisher thing, but Ellen doesn't want to talk about it and is trying to run in the opposite direction from Wes now that she knows how deeply damaged he is. At that, Wes stops in the middle of the sidewalk (which must be really annoying for the other people on the sidewalk, well, it would be if the production costs covered more than five extras. This show always has way too empty streets. How many times have we seen Ellen walking by herself down a street at night? If you are going to have a television drama filmed in the streets of New York, at least you can cough up some cash for the extras that will make the scene realistic.) Wes wants to go out to dinner with Ellen and talk about something other than firearms. Ellen doesn't say anything in response, and Wes claims he understands. They make plans to meet week and shoot some more.
Ellen and Katie sit on a stoop and stare at a newspaper picture of the cop that Katie reported to the Civilian Review Board last week. The cop is missing (because Cheeseburger shot him! In the back! And the front!) and even dead-behind-the-eyes Katie realizes that someone found out about her complaint. Ellen, who is sporting a very impressive bun (seriously, it's like half a Princess Leia) tells Katie that it's okay that she more or less peed in the big kids' pool with her little going-through-regular-legal-channels stunt, but she gets a free pass because she is simple. Now that she got a cop killed, maybe she can go back to the kiddie pool now? Ellen tells Katie that they have a lead on a security firm that Frobisher used to work with and they are investigating it. Is Patty still helping Ellen with her Frobisher investigation? Hmm. That seems sort of double crossing and scheming, so... yes?
Frobisher is meditating in a pagoda overlooking a pond when he is startled out of his inner self by the sudden and unexpected arrival of Cheeseburger. Frobisher is truly shocked to see him there. Probably because he is wearing the exact same outfit that he has had on for every single moment of screen time. I know cop pay is supposed to be lousy, but would a new shirt kill you? Frobisher wants to know what the hell is he doing and how he found him there in the first place? Mr. Cheeseburger tells him that he has to pull out of the lawsuit against Kendrick and have no further contact with Patty Hewes. Frobisher snorts, "As if!" And then stands up to tower over the rather short Mr. Cheeseburger who makes up for his lack of stature by wielding an enormously ominous tone. Cheeseburger tells Frobisher that Katie is back in the picture, but Frobisher really doesn't care. He is so past all of that. He really isn't interested. Mr. Cheeseburger tells Frobisher that he can't be in the spotlight right now and he can't turn his back on what they did. Frobisher replies, "Watch me." Which is actually kind of funny. It's like the verbal equivalent of Indiana Jones shooting the guy with the fancy knife work.
Claire Maddox is playing public defender and actively arguing that while her client may be an escort, she is not a prostitute and it is immaterial anyway because this is a drug possession case. And, yes, there was a lot of cocaine, but this was a first offense. Tom Shayes steps into the courtroom to watch the goings on. His arrival in the courtroom may be inadvertent, as in, he may have stumbled onto this little goldmine completely accidentally. As Claire begs the court for leniency, Tom shakes his head in amazement. Later, Kendrick is read the riot act by Claire for forcing her to defend a two-bit hooker for cocaine possession when she is the executive vice president senior general counsel most high at the world's third-largest energy company. Kendrick apologizes, but swears it was a one-time favor. Since the john was blacked out on the police report, Claire thinks it was him. He doesn't correct her and lets her berate him for "cavorting" while UNR is in the middle of a major lawsuit. And what a strange state of affairs that Kendrick would actually prefer that Claire consider him the Hugh Grant (too soon?) of the energy world, instead of an insider trader or whatever mischief he is up to. Speaking of the lawsuit, Claire thinks Kendrick should do whatever he can to get the stock price up. If the stock price goes up, Patty's suit is undermined. Kendrick nods in agreement and tells Claire that he has a major influx of capital all lined up. Is that what all this is about? Insider trading? He says that this cash will also make up the merger deficit. He was going to tell her when the deal was done. As soon as the stock prices rebound, the lawsuit will be history. Cut to Kendrick rolling down his window and handing Darrell Hammond a slip of paper with a different set of numbers on it. Kendrick explains that the broker screwed up, but the deal will happen now.
Tom tells Patty that Claire was defending a hooker on a drug bust. Patty is intrigued. Very intrigued. Tom couldn't find any connection to UNR, but he got the police report and saw that the name of the john was redacted. Patty tells him to find the girl and get her story. Just what every married man longs to hear: I had to use the escort service, honey! It was for work. I swear! [Insert Eliot Spitzer joke here.]
Darrell Hammond types the new set of numbers into the GPS of the Cadillac. Are they sell numbers then? Buy numbers? The Cadillac emblem gets its five minutes of screen time as the broker jumps into the car and pulls the numbers off the GPS. Are they going to be doing anything with this car? Or are they simply using the GPS navigational system as a means for some serious Cadillac product placement? And, really, car industry? Is this what you need in these trying economic times? Is that massive government bridge loan going towards product placement? Should you really be paying thousands of dollars to promote your gas guzzlers on basic cable, instead of, say, paying into your astronomical health care costs? While I'm sure Rupert Murdoch finds some humor in it, I'm not sure the rest of the tax payers do.
Patty and Frobisher had a press conference and, like, everyone came. Patty lays it on thick about how honored she is to work with a man like Frobisher. And how once she got done suing the pants off of him and got to know the private man behind the monster, how wonderful and amazing he is and how he does great works and cares about the forest, and the spotted owls, the trees, clean air, babies!, and tastes just like cupcakes and has a pet lemur that he feeds by hand and you know they don't trust just anyone. He and Patty fist bump each other as Frobisher takes over the microphones. He explains that he wanted to spearhead the campaign against Kendrick because he used to believe in the noble goal of Ultima National Resources to be the best third largest energy company this country had ever seen. So he invested and then Kendrick in his baby-killing, cow-strangulating, chemical-leaching, puppy-kicking, bear-humping ways took the company down the path of environmental pollution! An energy company! Polluting! Not on Frobisher's watch. No sir. He is taking a stand. Also, he lost a buttload of money when the stock price went down and homeboy is out of a job. Man's got to make a living.
Tom sits in his office staring at the website of an escort service. He actually rubs his chin while deciding whether or not to click "Enter here for pleasure unknown". He's probably just nervous about explaining it to his wife. Pregnant ladies can be a bit sensitive about their husbands making appointments with hookers, no matter how high class. He clicks yes! on "Susie's" profile. he is in a room at a luxury hotel with a brunette hottie who is decidedly not Susie. She tickles Tom's tie (not a euphemism) and asks him what he wants to do. He says he just wants to talk and the girl rolls her eyes as if talking was way worse than anonymous sex with strangers. Well, I guess it depends on who you are talking to. My grandma for instance. Or Rush Limbaugh. I really wouldn't want to talk to him. He looks like he sprays it a lot when he speaks. But Tom looks nice enough. He tells the girl that he was expecting to meet Susie, because, you know, he made an appointment online. The girl says that Susie is too busy with her regular clients and, what, isn't she good enough for him? The litigator in Tom sees the opportunity to pounce on her obvious low self-esteem and then takes the girl down by throwing money at her until she flashes back to her days on the pole, starts crying, and then blurts out that the name of Susie's regular client is Finn Garity. An established creep. Susie doesn't mind him though and he takes care of her. Tom thanks her for the information, chugs his Scotch, and heads towards the door. The girl stops him, reminding him that he is all paid up. Doesn't he want to...? She opens up her shirt and Tom stares like a frog about to be gigged. They cut away before Tom's moral dilemma can be resolved. Also, Tom is wearing a pin-striped suit, Burberry plaid shirt with a white collar, and a navy tie with a small repeating design. Maybe the girl just wanted him to take his clothes off so she wouldn't be blinded by the competing patterns. 'Cause, whoa.
Patty is hard at work in her office when Ellen comes in, slams the door, crosses her arms and stares hard at Patty. I think she's pissed. I wonder why? It couldn't be because her boss is representing the man who murdered her fiancé could it? Geez Ellen, get over it already. Patty tells her to help Tom supervise the discovery in the UNR suit. I'm sure the third and fourth year associates will really love Ellen's supervision. Uncle Pete knocks on the door and delivers some of his wife's famous "Polish pastry." He offers some to Ellen, who is surprised to realize that Pete is married and that Pete thinks she eats. Pete shuffles off and Ellen asks Patty a few probing questions about Uncle Pete. Patty informs her that he really is Patty's uncle and Patty knows he is the most loyal man ever. That sounds ominous doesn't it?
The two wiseguys who Pete met in the alley are meeting with some other guys in a vacant lot. They have the back doors of their van open and we can see it is overflowing with boxes. They open one to show the potential buyers the hot merchandise that "fell off a truck" nudge, nudge, wink, wink. The contraband? DVDs. While I am sure that Fox would never miss an opportunity to extol the evilness of pirated and/or stolen DVDs, it's not that interesting. Now counterfeit Coca-cola, Afghani heroin, or trans fat laden cookies, well, that would be something. As soon as the guys negotiate a payment and take the cash, they are busted. The undercover cops have guns in the ersatz wiseguys' faces faster than you can say "D'oh!"
The FBI agents watch Pete take a kickback from a guy and as soon as he completes the deal and walks away, they swoop in. Turns out the guy was wearing a wire and they have the whole transaction on tape. The agents take poor old Uncle Pete down to the station, which is way less nice than the fancy digs the FBI agents on Without a Trace get to work in. Their holding cell is more like the ones you see on the lesser versions of Law and Order. Writer-turned-actor Glenn Kessler lives out some lifelong fantasy to play bad cop and glowers at Pete from across the table. Pete knows he is screwed, but he takes it like a man. He sits up very straight and still and doesn't say anything or make eye contact. Since the guys buying the DVDs were "from Jersey" the case becomes federal. Pete has been hanging around a law firm long enough to know that he should consult a lawyer on that little tidbit. But he doesn't. The agents tell him that he is either going to jail or he can go home to his wife and be at her bedside as she passes into the great beyond. All he has to do is give them Patty Hewes. Pete is completely taken by surprise that this is all about Patty. He really looks shocked. As the agents try to cajole him into flipping, Pete gets incensed. Without Patty he would be a bum on the street. She has done everything for him. He calls the agents some foul names. The agents play hard ball and ask Pete to either give them Patty or abandon his dying wife. He calls foul and they shrug. He says that if he is going to flip on Patty he can never see her again. If he saw her again he wouldn't be able to betray her. But he has evidence against Patty in a storage locker. The key is in his house. But! He can't go home without some strawberries for his wife. He promised her some. Pete looks so small and frail and shaken the agents agree to let him buy his wife a present. Poor Uncle Pete!
Patty walks into Tom's office and asks how the hooker was. Which was funny. Tom swears he was home by ten, but since the encounter was on the company dime, Patty plans on fact-checking with Tom's wife. Tom ignores Patty and hands her a file on the john. His name is Finn Garrity. He has a doctorate from MIT, was the youngest guy ever to be offered a full professorship, but turned it all down for a Boilerroom life of blow, ear-splitting dance tunes, and cheap women. 'Cause, yeah, why wouldn't you? He is a commodities trader who trades exclusively in the energy market. Thus the Kendrick tie-in. By the way, I figured it out. I think he played the "ugly guy" in Walking and Talking. You know, the guy who Catherine Keener really likes but is embarrassed to be dating, because he is, you know, ugly. What a role, eh? It's like Steve Buscemi who will be carrying around that "funny looking" description from Fargo for a lifetime.
In some anonymous room, Finn Garrity does another line of blow, takes off his pants, and counts down the seconds to two o'clock. As the minute hand hit twelve exactly (what is the digital equivalent of that?) Finn makes a trade. Over his shoulder a girl in a push-up bra and Farrah Fawcett hair asks him what that was all about. He brushes off the imaginary dirt and tells her it was all about money. The actor playing Finn Garrity really is the ultimate "Hey, it's that guy!" According to IMDB he has been in hundreds of movies and television shows, but aside from the "ugly guy" I couldn't tell you anything else he's been in. I just know he's familiar. And kind of creepy. I think he played a stoner on several occasions. Anyway, as Finn gets down to business with the lusty lady, Lester makes a phone call. The deal is done. The trade went through. Kendrick is glad to know.
Patty tells Ellen that they went through all of Frobisher's financials, but they couldn't find any link to David's murder. He didn't pay for the murder on a credit card? What a bummer! But! Patty did figure out that for the past decade, Frobisher had a high-end security firm on retainer. The missing cop who was following Katie? He worked for them. Patty gloats that they have a lead and Ellen looks almost grateful that Patty took Frobisher on as a client. It is so hard to tell whether Patty is genuinely interested in helping Ellen or whether she is up to something. Does she really want Ellen to implicate Frobisher? Or is she just playing at something?
Wes gets into the car with Mr. Cheeseburger (Detective Cheeseburger? No, that sounds silly) and gets handed a file. Mr. Cheeseburger has dug up information on the FBI agents. Wes can't help but point out that as an attorney, Ellen could have a lot of reasons to be working with the FBI. Um, Wes? Name one. Really. One. Sorry, this round has to go to the Cheeseburger. It's plain to see that Wes is getting too close to Ellen, Mr. Cheeseburger threatens to pull him off the case, but Wes swears he will get her to talk. Wes turns the table on Mr. Cheeseburger. He knows that Mr. Cheeseburger screwed up somewhere and is nervously trying to cover his tracks. Wes knows how to fix the problem. He knows Ellen is smart, but he just needs more time to draw her out. He admits that it's not his call, though, and Mr. Cheeseburger agrees that it is not. He tells Wes to make a go at Katie, instead. Oh you know that will bring Ellen running for him. Girls are silly like that.
Katie and Ellen sit at a table in a crowded bar talking about their big move. I'm not convinced about this Katie and Ellen against the world plot line. I get that they have common goals, but can't Katie just get killed already? Sheesh. Ellen looks up from her daily tutorial with Katie and sees Wes chatting up some guy across the bar. You know there are a lot of things I might think about frail little Ellen, but one thing I definitely would not think is that she should be on my team in a hog hollering contest. But, holy frijole, that girl could call a pig in Iowa from her perch on Madison Avenue. Must be all that time she spent on a farm in Australia. She shouts across the loud, packed bar and Wes smiles and ambles over. What a funny coincidence just running into each other after Cheeseburger told him to try to get close Katie! And isn't it also funny that Wes is grilling Katie on her past relationships and whether she is ready to move on to a new one? Even more hilarious is the fact that Ellen is casting her big eyes over Wes in an entirely new light as Katie hee haws about her desire to have a new boyfriend. Ellen's phone rings and she doesn't look thrilled about leaving Katie and Wes alone at the table. It's Mario Van Peebles. He wants Ellen to know that Uncle Pete won't be at work tomorrow. I really can't figure out why MVP would call Ellen. Wouldn't he want to give her a chance to look surprised when news of the arrest leaks out at work tomorrow? I mean he wouldn't want to rely on her acting skills to carry off that little charade. Oh no, that would be silly. Ellen hangs up with the FBI and watches Wes and Katie hitting it off like A-rod on steroids.
Uncle Pete finally delivers his near-dead wife's strawberries. She was worried because he was gone so long. Now that his return has been resolved, she has time to be concerned about these two strange men in her living room. The FBI insisted on escorting Pete home. Pete introduces them as Patty's clients. He heads to the kitchen to look for the keys to the storage unit that holds all the evidence that the feds can use against Patty. As he rummages in the drawers, Agent Glenn picks up Pete and Magda's wedding photo and looks at it almost wistfully. When Pete hands him the key to the storage unit, Agent Glenn tells him he is doing the right thing. Pete shrugs and heads to the head while Glenn pervs out and tells him to leave the door open. Who wants to hear an old man pee? Not me. Mario Van Peebles hangs out on the couch and eats the old lady's strawberries while she extols the virtues of Patty Hewes. Pete gives his wife her medication and heads "back to the office." He kisses her on the head, tells her he'll be back in a bit, and tells her very seriously "no smoking." And there's your public service announcement for the day, kids! They head to the storage unit. We cut back to Magda sitting on the couch laughing at infomercials and desperately needing her inhaler. Cut back to the storage unit where Pete is directing the agents to a trunk on the third shelf of the container. Flash back to Magda in the bathroom looking for an inhaler and instead finding a note. Back to the storage unit where the FBI is pulling down the trunk and Pete gives them the combination. The trunk is empty. Back to Magda crying and digging through the trash finding all her empty pill bottles. Cut back to the storage where the agents turn to scold Pete, but stop short in their tracks as he has collapsed on the ground and is twitching. Back to Magda who is sobbing hysterically as the camera moves in for a close up of the note. It says, "I'm sorry." I'm sorry too. I have nothing funny to say. Let me know if you do.
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