Upstairs, Jack looks at two white boards and gives himself a pep talk: "All right, Donaghy, follow your heart." One of the boards has pictures of Avery and Nancy with a line down the middle. We pan over to the other one, which has the word "HEART" written on it. Turns out "HEART" is an acronym for Jack's points-based system based on "Hard Equations And Rational Thinking." He scribbles all sorts of equations and variables on the board, eventually tabulating each woman's "HEART" value. They're dead even at 489.3 apiece. He spits out, "Damn you, HEART!" The system having failed him, he leaves it to chance, tossing a dart over his shoulder at the board with the ladies' pictures on it. It lands square in the middle.
Jonathan busts in with a "minor janitor problem" and apologizes for letting a Kashmiri into Jack's office. The janitor says he just needs five minutes of Jack's time, to which Jonathan fumes in their foreign tongue, "Five minutes? Popes and princes count their Donaghy time in seconds!" He rushes the janitor out. Jack hurls another dart at the board. It splits through the last one. I think Jack should take up another career. Desperate for distraction, Jack calls to Jonathan that he'll handle the janitor situation because "bosses should stay deeply involved with their subordinates." Jonathan perks up, "Does this mean you're coming to my cabaret?"
Jack dismisses him and welcomes in the janitor. In short, Jack signed a contract five years ago with this janitor, Khonani, promising Khonani that he could take over the 11:30 p.m. janitorial shift. Now Khonani's coming to collect. He wants the money and the prestige, damn it. Jack gives Khonani the 11:30 p.m. shift effectively immediately. On his way out, Khonani asks if he can have Nancy and Avery's pictures for a "special janitor book." Jack says absolutely not.
Tracy's house. Kenneth has now climbed onto the kitchen counter in an attempt to fend off Tracy's Rottweiler, Tracy Senior. "I trained him to hate white people," says Tracy, "because, not to profile, but most ghosts are white." Tracy shows Kenneth Tracy Sr.'s collar for the invisible electric fence Angie had installed. It was the only way they could stop him from running away to cause car wrecks and impregnate neighbors' horses, says Tracy. Takes after daddy! (Well, minus the horse thing.) Tracy says he feels trapped just like the dog. Kenneth assures him he's not trapped, but that Angie just wants a little bit of his time and attention. Presently she'd like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Tracy says, "Nooooo! We're not supposed to do any sex stuff while she's on bed rest." Kenneth makes an awesome TMI face before clarifying that Angie wants an actual sandwich, to eat. Tracy says he's on it. He makes the sandwich and heads toward the bedroom... Flash forward, and he's landed in a strip club, PB&J still in hand.