"What is it with you and that woman?" Katie asks, bitchily. "All I know is that if you had never met Patty, my brother would still be alive." Whoa. Not entirely incorrect, but whoa. Ellen says she spends enough time blaming herself for what happened. "Do you? Really?" Katie asks. Someone needs to smack this girl. I would recommend Ellen, but she might break her arm in half. The two start hard-core arguing. "There are bigger things going on here, things that you wouldn't understand," Ellen says. These things involve wire taps and lots and lots of vodka.

"You've got a pretty shaky track records of your life decisions, so please just let me handle this," Ellen says. Oh no she didn't! Katie storms off.

Then we flash to Busty, once again playing with her garter socks. This time the man who walks up behind her is...the hot waiter, all half naked! You go on wit yo bad self, Busty. The hot waiter asks if he can put on some music. "What do you like?" "I like silence," Busty responds. She goes outside to smoke a cigarette alone. Point, Busty. She is the clear winner of this entire episode.

A Cadillac blares to life in a rainy back alley (again). Freaky Darrell gets inside and enters the coordinates into the navigation system. Cadillac!

The settlement. Tommy and Busty argue about numbers, until they finally decide on 5 million to Kendrick's favorite charity. "What is the charity?" Patty asks. "The NRA," Busty says, not missing a beat. Haha. Kendrick laughs. "She's kidding. It's Environment First, a local West Virginia association." Now that's really funny.

Walking out, Patty is triumphant. "The only reason they settled was to stop their stock price from hemorrhaging before we could find a plaintive." "Too late," Tommy says. Huhhhhh?

Kendrick and Busty, also triumphant, are walking out of the courtroom when our favorite errand boy gives them with a paper, delivering his same line - "YOU'VE BEEN SERVED." That must be the best job ever.

It's lawsuit. Patty Hewes is suing UNR on behalf of a major shareholder. "Who?" Kendrick asks. Yes, who indeed.

We flash to Patty, in her office. "Thank you for your discretion," she says. And the individual she's talking to is...FROBISHER! No way. "I didn't want my associates to know we're working together yet." My brain just leaked out of my ear a little.

Apparently the meeting in the ballet as a set up designed to push Kendrick to the edge. Frobisher says he'll be her plaintive, but they're not friends. "I don't like you," he says. Really? Whatever for?

Ellen's in her room, leaving Katie an apologetic voicemail. She walks up to the mystery box, still unopened, when her phone rings. It's Patty.

The two meet up and Patty tells her she found a UNR shareholder to sue the company. Funny how she doesn't mention who it is. Patty also brings up Katie, and says hopefully Mustache Cop will lead back to Frobisher. Oh what a twisted web we weave...

Grizzly Kurt is once again meeting secretly with Mustache Cop. They discuss the complaint. "We need to do what we should have done a long time ago," Grizzly Kurt says. Mustache Cop seems on board. That is, until Grizzly Kurt pulls out a gun and pops him twice in the chest. Murder doesn't pay, kids.

We then flash back to David's murder, and see that Mustache Cop was Grizzly Kurt's accomplice. He was the one who held David while Grizzly Kurt picked up the Statue of Liberty figurine...okay, now I feel kind of less bad about his just getting shot.

4 MONTHS LATER. Grizzly Kurt enters Ellen's room. She's singing in the shower. "Wes, is that you?" She calls out. Grizzly Kurt moves in, picks up his silencer and attaches it to the gun...

Until next week, when we find out that Frobisher is really Ellen's long-lost biological father! Probably.

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suedisco:

I'm glad you mentioned that Ellen is getting too skinny. A couple episodes ago she was wearing a sleeveless blue & black ensemble and I swear her upper arm looked the same size as her wrist. Someone needs to put down the bottle and pick up some burgers.

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