Adaleen comes up to the bedroom door where the other Juniper Creek cop we know, Thomas, is standing guard. He's got instructions not to let anyone in. And that includes Adaleen. Think she's regretting having helped put Alby in charge yet?
Nicki's busy decorating the Henrickson backyard for the party while on the phone to Margene. Margie's calling her from the hotel gift shop, except it looks like Margene bought herself a box of Fiddle Faddle instead of that scarf she had her eye on for Barb. Maybe in her current mood she didn't trust herself to get Barb a gift that's quite soâ€¦strangle-y. Margene vents down the line at Nicki, who at least looks a bit guilty at having to put the phone down in mid-tirade so she can have both hands free. And then she tells Margene she has to go answer the door, leaving her hanging. Hell, might as well have Margene be pissed at everyone, right?
Frank's in the UEB office with Alby. I'm not calling it Alby's office. Still, Alby's sitting in the big chair behind the big desk while Frank prepares for his pitch by kissing Alby's ass for a while. Alby quietly eats up Frank's flattery, which leads up to Frank's offer to help warn him of "dangers." Alby wonders what Frank's talking about. Frank is talking about his own sons: "Bill trying to appoint a trustee! Joey's nutty wife trying to poison you!" He's offering to spy on them for Alby. What Alby is too dim to realize is that this requires the boys to tolerate Frank on any level, so he seems intrigued. Frank names what he wants in return, or rather, who: Kathy Marquart. Yes, that's correct: he's pissed off that Lois is suing for what's rightfully hers, so he's exacting revenge by selling out to Alby in order to screw over the son who had the least to do with it. What a scumbag. But as Alby smirks approvingly at Frank's retreating back, we see that Frank is clearly Alby's kind of scumbag. I suppose it must be nice to know there's always a bigger prick than you.
Sarah and Heather arrive at a TV studio, which is quite the hive of activity. I have no idea what kind of station it is, but it looks a bit more fancy than the public-access joints I've seen. Which kind of makes it hard to explain what they're about to broadcast. Rhonda spots them and runs over, acting all excited that they came. She says they'll broadcast part of the support group, and then she'll sing a song. "A survivor song," she says. "It's part of my quest for justice." "I really hate you," Sarah states. Rhonda changes tactics and plays her "poor me" card, saying, "I just wanted my best friends in the world to hear me sing. And April wants to talk to you," she says to Sarah. Yes, that would be April Blessing, the anti-polygamy zealot social worker who swooped in several episodes ago. Heather says Sarah doesn't have to, but her mom comes over and all but drags Sarah in April's direction. "Sarah, don't!" Heather calls after her. Snakelike, Rhonda whirls around and snaps at Heather, "Shut up! Or I will tell her that you want to kiss her on the lips." Heather doesn't look quite as cowed this time. Or to put it another way, she's finally had enough of Rhonda's bull.