OK, maybe I am a little harsh. I have to give North Shore a little credit. As shows go, they seem to be able to sustain story lines for a decent amount of time. It's no 24, but the writers do enable you to get a little development over the course of several episodes instead of abruptly ending certain plots like they had never existed. This portion of the test is like putting putting your name on the SAT; just because you receive points for doing so doesn't make it a great accomplishment.

But I digress. Frankie likes to run a club and bring in money. We learned last week that his bartending is just a way to keep busy while he waits for everybody to jump his MBA-laden bones and offer him some CEO job. Too bad there is no show called "The Apprentice" in the North Shore universe. Frankie's club, known as G-W, natch, is of course a hit, but you know that there has to be a catch, or at least something other than his silent partner Tessa has all of a sudden decided she wants to look into other revenue streams. MJ is of course working the G-W, and when she points Frankie into the direction of a generous guest named Lacey, the two become acquainted. Lacey takes an interest in Frankie, maybe a little too much of an interest. I wonder if that will become important later on?

The largest part of the story, however, is Jason and his quest to prove that his girlfriend's dad killed his own wife. Walter Booth, who now owns a huge mansion, apparently was too broke to hire some security or install cameras, because Jason breaks in and sleeps with Nicole, even after all of her "Kansas City Royals in September" quality efforts to keep him away. Was it a surprise to you the next morning that Jason was caught in bed with her? Well, sort of, to tell the truth. First, by the time your daughter is thirty, don't you knock on her door first? Second, if you are sleeping with the man your dad hates the most on earth, don't you lock the door or put a chair in front of it or something?