Trevor's Room in Felix's Apartment Above Tres Equis: Hallie rails that she can't believe she let Clint go. She lists all the wonderful things he is and has done, and says that's the kind of man she wants in her life and Marshall's. Trevor tells her to calm down. "Don't waste all this fiery passion on me. It's not like there's a Clint fly on the wall." Clint won't take her calls. She's lost him. Trevor says that might be true for now, but Marshall hasn't lost Clint. "You wouldn't happen to be in the mood to perfectly execute an ingenious plan, would you?" Pixie dust.
Tres Equis At Night: Clint comes to Tres Equis because Trevor called and told him Marshall needed to see him. Trevor admits to being crafty. Then says Marshall wanted him there to see the premiere of Hallie's Community Hero segment on him. It's being shown. There. At the bar. I never thought I'd write these next words, but man, I miss Mariachi Karaoke. The piece ends with Hallie on film saying she can't imagine her son's life, or her own, without Clint. Clint is touched. Trevor flips on the lights and points out what a "loving tribute" that was. Clint says he has to go find Hallie. He goes to settle his tab, but Trevor tells him it's covered and nods in the direction of the far side of the bar. Clint turns to find Hallie waiting there for him. He smiles as he tells her, "Where I come from, men don't let women buy them drinks." Hallie smirks as she asks him if he comes from the 1950s, and adds that he ages well. Clint volleys back that all the Bible-thumping and gun toting keeps him young. Hallie snarks about working longer hours for less money than men doing the same job. (At PBS? C'mon.) Then she grows more serious. "You are everything I've ever wanted in a man. And one thing I didn't. Ask me how much I care about that one thing." He starts to ask, but Hallie silences him with a kiss. On his way to the office with two Roy Rogers mocktails, Trevor smiles as he catches sight of the couple smooching, then brings the drinks up to Marshall, who's spying again.
In the privacy of Felix's office, Marshall and Trevor toast to the reunited couple and resume their spying. Marshall says, "So you really think you're Cupid, huh?" Trevor says he does. Marshall adds, "How nervous does it make you that I am so damn good at this?" Trevor yells shut up, faggot and stuffs the kid in a locker. Or possibly, he just smiles at him. And they suck on their drinks (not a euphemism). Pixie dust.