Scott is watching his ponies again. As the race is ending, Scott starts clutching his chest and then red slashes appear on his shirt. He runs to the bathroom and pulls off his shirt; a huge red splotch is spreading across his lovely chest.
Olivia stomps into Gavin's office and demands the truth. She says she got another blood test and wants to know what is up with the recreational chloroform. He tells her about the Halloween abduction and the safe cracking. She can't believe all this is because of bonds and jewelry. Gavin says it wasn't the safe in the closet. The way her eyes jerk to the wall, clearly Olivia knew about THE BAAAAAAAX. She asks if they're in danger. Gavin says he won't let anything happen to her. Like, say, her getting drugged and kidnapped in the building he owns. Gavin shows her a picture of the man responsible for the theft, and Olivia identifies him immediately as Shaw. She says he tried to turn her against Gavin by telling her about the blood test. She asks how he could have known that. Gavin says the same way he knew about the box: "Steinberg." Olivia can't believe Sam betrayed them.
Gavin brings a lovely wrapped box into the lobby and meets Scott at Tony's desk. Scott asks to talk to him and Gavin asks if this is about Scott's wee gambling problem. Scott asks what the hell is going on, how he got a tattoo on his chest. Gavin says debt is a mark against the soul, and says maybe they can just forget about the money Scott owes him and work out "another form of repayment." Scott agrees, of course, to anything and Gavin says he'd be delighted to have a doctor on call. Oh, Scott, you pretty, stupid man. This is how you end up a mob doctor!
Jane and Henry's palace of lies. Henry's at the desk reading the Peter Kramer article. Don't these people ever watch TV? He points out that everything she told the cops is in the article. She asks if he thinks she made it all up. Henry asks if she's using it as an excuse to leave the Drake, and she snits something about how he has everything figured out and then flounces into the bedroom. I hope Henry and Jane appreciate how lucky they are, having a bedroom door to slam. So many New York couples have to have these arguments in studios.