And besides, this is Lynchian enough as it is. Bill asks Hollis when he got back. "I'm not back," Hollis answers blankly. Which explains why he's got his people set up in a building that looks ripe for a shooting rampage by Kiefer Sutherland. A metal curtain slams down over the window behind Bill. "Kills directional microphones," Selma explains to him. This explanation doesn't seem to relax Bill as much as you might think. Hollis gets right to his point, which is that he made an offer on Weber Gaming. "God wants us to possess it for our portfolio. You took it. That company and that boat are ours." How is he able to be running mergers and acquisitions when he's clearly a fugitive from justice? Bill doesn't offer to let Hollis keep what's left of the boat; he barely screws up the courage to point out that it was a legal transaction. "You will disgorge that company," Hollis instructs, and tips a glance in Selma's direction. That's all Selma needs; she fires up a blowtorch and orders Giant Moe Howard, "Get his pants down!" While Selma excitedly heats up a branding iron, which probably still has charred bits of Carter Reese's tuchus on it, Bill struggles to keep his pants on for the second time this episode. Finally he gets a brainwave and yells, "Weber Gaming was purchased for Roman Grant!" Hollis calls off his goons, giving Bill a chance to explain that he's on the UEB. "There hasn't been a Henrickson on the UEB for twenty years," Hollis scoffs. But when Bill insists that there is now, Hollis tells Bill to tell Roman that Weber Gaming is theirs. This is a pretty clear message, so of course Hollis has to muddy things up by brandishing a closely-printed, margin-free sheaf of what I assume is scripture and declaiming, "We will put forth our hand to steady the ark of God's covenant. We will vanquish those falsely anointed heads of the priesthood." Bill presses what little advantage he has, saying that an assault on Roman's board members is an affront to Roman's authority, but he'll talk to Roman about giving up Weber Gaming. Hollis rises from his chair and tells Selma to drive Bill back to town. Selma looks disappointed about not getting to brand anyone today, but he follows his scary-ass brother/father/leader/husband/whatever's orders. As anyone with a brain in their head would.