Fearless leaves the restaurant, which is also Katrina and Lara's apartment, I guess. Katrina looks around as the fake Russian music kicks into overdrive.

Vadim Solonick. Focus in on Solonick's face. He's staring at the restaurant/apartment/fake storefront set. He gives a signal. Boom. The restaurant explodes on a carless street, with not one pedestrian or parked car anywhere to be seen, the entire street deserted for the fiery rubble.

Andrea. Oh, man! No shit: someone picks up a singed Barbie doll. Come-fucking-on, y'all. Let's boycott together! Let's do this! Now, because McNorris and Andrea can't spend a minute not talking about their affair that's now not even an affair anymore, they decide to turn these murders into a metaphor for their relationship. We watch Teresa and the others carry out many stretchers with blankets, including one Lara-sized stretcher that's supposed to hold a Lara-sized corpse. This would be a much better story if the mom and kid actually ate it and we had to see the system deal with how a Russian mobster would behave. Then the cops would be angry and McNorris would have to stop being so damn self-righteous all the time and maybe some real issues could be addressed on this show, but once again it's "Bad Guys: Bad, Kids: Swell." Andrea shakes her head: "Not a good day." She then notes: "Either there was a lot of vodka in there, or you've been drinking." Such bad writing at all times! WHY? Andrea asks how McNorris has been. "Wonderful," he answers. He recaps the end of the last episode, assuming that all of us had turned it off or fallen asleep before the scene where Marian accused him of sleeping with Andrea. He tells Andrea that he told her the truth: he said no, since he wasn't technically sleeping with Andrea anymore. Oh, the sad piano's back! "There's a reason people tell lawyer jokes" is the only comeback Andrea's got in her arsenal. McNorris needs a haircut. "Not a good day," Andrea repeats. "No," McNorris says.