Nicki is walking downtown and she ducks into a building. We transition inside, where Roman is being tended by what looks to be a nurse -- but could just be another handmaiden in thrall to his evil. Nicki enters an office, and an old blind man turns toward the noise. She then says, "Daddy." Roman greets her warmly. He then asks, "You have thorough and complete check-ups." Nicki nods. Roman continues, "You must have thorough and complete check-ups. A gift of the Gospel lived is health." Meanwhile, the handmaiden to evil preps his arm so he might receive an infusion of fresh-sacrificed virgin blood, or whatever it takes to animate his desiccated old carcass. Roman bids her to come over. Nicki and her nice Coach satchel sit down. Nicki looks wary; the Coach bag merely looks nice and leather-y.
Roman then plays Nicki like a Wurlitzer. Under the guise of not wanting to come between her and Bill by telling Bill about A) the credit card Roman co-signed for Nicki, and B) the $6000 debt she's run up on it, Roman more or less draws her into his web of machinations and lies with a payoff and an implicit threat. He'll give her $3000 for half of the bill now, with a promise of the rest at the end of the month. However, Nicki has to spill on Bill's business details, or else face Roman spilling all to Bill and not having the bill paid. Roman helpfully adds, "If Bill were to throw you out, you know you could always come back home." In an unguarded moment, Nicki looks at him with seething resentment.
Bill is woolgathering in his office when Joey knocks and greets him with a jovial, "Bill Henrickson, my brother, big cheese!" Joey's wearing a suit and he doesn't look terrible in it, but it is brown, which is like TV code for "loser." It's not a complex code to crack. Black = "evil" or "hip" or "powerful, but not entirely benevolent." Grey = "chronically underestimated," "nice guy with some authority," or "stodgy conservative." Blue = "likely to be a middle manager" and "likely to be a government employee who reports to someone in a black suit." And seersucker = "a bit of a dandy." Anyway, Joey comes in. Behind him, Wanda is trailing like a dour little smog bank, dressed entirely in muddy browns. They sit down, and the small talk quickly unearths some cracks in Prairie Paradise. Wanda sighs, "We're trying to run a nice, respectable fish farm, and Roman's making him go off to the old folks' home." Through a gritted-teeth smile, Joey says, "No one makes me do anything." Bill (who is wearing a lot of blue, for those of you who are now into The Semiotics of Businesswear: A Color Analysis) realizes he's about to get a heck of a fish tale. And he's right. Wanda continues, "Makin' him brag about all his football stuff, Weber State, Dallas, sign autographs. And then get the old people to invest in these worthless ranches out in the desert, and it makes me sick. And it makes you sick too!" Joey makes some wan excuses, but Wanda's not having it. She gets up and says angrily, "He's getting Joey to make the old people trust him and then write big checks, and a bunch of them are suing and want their money back. I'd want my money back too!" Bill looks at Joey with some alarm, and he mealymouths some more. But the relevant point here is that Roman's pleading with his cult underlings/congregants/massive clot of descendants for money to help fight off the suit, since fancy lawyers don't come cheap. I think Bill finally realizes why Roman's so tenacious in his shakedowns. And the second most relevant point: Joey has to awkwardly ask for his Superbowl ring back so he can look more convincing when he fleeces the elderly.