Patty and Ellen bask in a glow of sunlight. "I've been worried about you," Ellen says to Patty. "When Daniel Purcell flipped on the stand, he humiliated you in open court." She would bring that up. Way to ruin spa day, Ellen. I know, let's talk about Somali orphans during our cucumber-slice treatment. Jackass.

"Did I ever tell you how I choose a case?" Patty asks. She says she used to not understand why some cases grabbed her and others didn't. "It starts with a seed of anger. I can feel it in my hands and in my chest." Now I understand why none of my multiple-choice career aptitude tests told me to pursue law - I never checked the 'sometimes I feel angry all over' box.

"That seed has to be nurtured and cultivated until it grows into a full-blown rage." Or a full-body anger tree, if you will. "The rage doesn't abate-" "until someone's punished," Ellen finishes. What a relaxing convo. Anyone for brie?

Patty continues that in the end Purcell is just a pawn. Ultima National Resources is the shit-covered fertilizer that really makes her anger tree blossom. "We're going after them," she says. "And if Daniel Purcell is a casualty, so be it."

Later we see the walking casualty himself exiting his townhouse with a realtor. He wants to sell as soon as possible. It used to be in a great neighborhood, but lately the drive-by kitchen stranglings have been getting out of hand.

While talking to his realtor, Purcell has a flashback to his wife Christine 5 WEEKS EARLIER, sitting on the front steps and telling him he has to make a decision. "If that company is making people sick, you have to stop them," she says. We jump to another flashback, of Purcell and Christine in the car on the night of the fundraiser/murder. Purcell says that he's not going to blow the whistle on UNR and Christine gets pissed. He tells her he cut a deal with them. Later that same evening, two argue in the kitchen. "If you don't stop them, I will!" Christine yells. Doubt it.

"Can we just once have a date night that doesn't end in a strangling? You never take me out for steak dinners anymore!!"

Walter Kendrick, CEO and professional dick, is on the TV talking about an upcoming merger opportunity for his company.

*Mental to-do list: Make CNN appearance, check. Burn through television screen with eyes, melting the brains of viewing audience, check. Pick up more Scotch from Benny's liquor, then nap.

Patty, Tommy and Ellen watch the show from Patty's office. "That's why UNR wanted to cover up the Aracite investigation," Tommy says. A class-action suit would have killed the upcoming merger. Patty says that their next step is to try and stop the merger. She sics Tommy on it. Before leaving, Tommy motions to Ellen and asks Patty "did you invite her?" "Invite me where?" Ellen asks. AWKWARD. Did you not get the e-vite? It must have got lost in the...e-mail. You know how the Internets can be...

Patty then invites Ellen to Tom's 'Congratultions-for-being-with-the-firm-10-years-and-not-getting-stabbed-or-blackmiled' party. There'll be tons of champagne, and maybe male some strippers - you know, the classy kind with rip-away tuxedoes. We haven't nailed down the details yet.

"I know you haven't been back to my apartment since..." (the attempted murder?) "So if you don't feel comfortable joining us, I understand," Patty says. Psssh. Like a little repressed memory of terror and death would keep Ellen away from an open bar.

Kendrick meets with a square-jaw, moussed up suit who has concerns about the upcoming merger. Apparently, the merger needs this walking Ken doll's approval before going through. "We fully intend on easing your worries, Mr. Schiff. That's why I brought Mr. Purcell here today," Kendrick says. We pan over to an uneasy Purcell, who continues to lie like he's never lied before, telling Ken-doll Schiff about how completely safe UNR is in every area. (Except for, you know, all the mysterious leukemia and pig deaths.) Dude deserves an Oscar for this.

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