Jane is pecking pensively at her computer. Henry asks why she's up so early, and she brushes off his questions with an offer of pancakes. She heads to the kitchen and he pulls up the window she just minimized -- Craigslist apartment listings in Brooklyn. Smart move, for once.
Scott is telling Olivia and Gavin that the blood test results showed that she was just hammered and should've had dinner. She says she sometimes forgets to eat when she's busy and offers Scott more coffee. Olivia leaves the terrace and Scott tells Gavin that there was chloroform in Olivia's blood. Gavin says she was the victim of "some foul play" and says he appreciates Scott's discretion. Ah, "some foul play." You know, like "some vehicular manslaughter" or "some indiscriminate carpet-bombing." He asks if Scott received the wire transfer. Scott did. And he at least has the sense to look a little freaked out by what he stepped into.
Later, Scott is in his apartment watching horse racing, and he loses. He opens his book of bad bets and crosses off some names. So it looks like getting sucked into a wall would be a merciful way for old Scott to go. Stupid Scott.
Henry hails Detective Cooper outside his precinct house. He says he's just checking in on Jane's case, and Cooper says there aren't any leads. Henry says that's unacceptable, like there's something Cooper can do about a complete lack of evidence in the case. Henry continues that Jane is so freaked out that she's ready to move. Cooper asks if everything is okay between Jane and Henry. Henry says they're fine, but Cooper says sometimes when people are upset they see things that aren't really there. Henry insists Jane was really scared, and Cooper asks if there's any mental illness in Jane's family. Just then, Jarvis pops up to continue recapping the absence of physical evidence at the Drake, and she has the best WTF face, like she's thinking, "There is legitimate crime in this city and I have to spend my morning interviewing delusional rich white ladies?" Cooper says they will keep working the case, but if Jane has gone round the bend, maybe Henry should see about getting her fitted for a size-four butterfly net.
Laurel calls Henry, because she's still around. She launches into how he needs to have lunch in an hour with people who can jump-start his political career. Despite protesting that it's a bad time, Henry caves in an instant, because he's going to be the next Eliot Spitzer, by gum!