And then we're in the UEB board room. Roman's chair is of course empty, but it's the only one that is. That's because Bill, sneaky bastard that he is, has called an emergency meeting. He's had the brilliant idea to appoint an interim trustee to act as Chairman during Roman's recovery. I'm sure Bill doesn't plan to hand-pick someone he can have in his own pocket, or even finagle the nomination for himself, aren't you? He's just got the best interests of the UEB at heart. Basically, he argues, there's just too much money floating around to not have somebody in charge of it all; the UEB has responsibilities as a corporation. Alby bursts in, angrily and breathlessly saying that they shouldn't be meeting in Roman's absence. Bill tells Alby it's a closed session; in other words, get out. Alby protests that Bill's trying to put Roman in a cold grave before he's even dead, then beats a tactical retreat. "He is watching you all," he pronounces darkly before walking out. Bill tells the board members to keep cool. "We're more than a corporation," says the old blind man in the armchair in the corner. "We're a religion." Bill would do well to remember this. Naturally, Bill will not remember this.
Nicki's still sacked out at home, but at least she's relocated out to the living room couch. Except the couch is all draped in matching sheets in that way that means someone's going to be more or less living on it indefinitely. Anyway, Barb comes in, delivering an egg sandwich and acting all sympathetic. But it's a crappy act, because it includes her stopping off in the kitchen, getting a glass of ice from the noisy icemaker in the fridge, then sitting down on Nicki's coffee table and commencing to crunch it loudly between her teeth. Which I'm pretty sure is something you only do when you're trying to irritate someone on purpose. I have too many fillings to do it myself, which is why I have to rely on other irritation-causing techniques. After paying lip service to Nicki's worries about Roman, Barb starts telling Nicki about Bill's "half-cocked" business venture, which she doesn't think is a good idea. "If it makes us more money, why not?" Nicki shrugs. Barb says through a mouthful of ice that Nicki won't feel that way for long. Nicki snaps at her for the ice-crunching and says, "I don't mind that it's gambling, if that's the big thing." And that's Bill busted, pretty early in the episode even for him. Barb asks when Nicki heard about this. "Yesterday or the day before," Nicki says, even though it was just this morning. "You're not always the first to know, Barb," she snots mildly. "I would…never assume that I was," Barb lies unconvincingly. Nicki paraphrases Roman: "There's no sin in taking money from sinners." As a weak parting shot, Barb crunches a last chunk of ice and walks out.