Somewhere under the Manhattan bridge Katie is nervously smoking outside the Internal Affairs Board and/or the Civilian Complaint Board, which are helpfully in the same building (kind of like those joint KFC/Taco Bell franchises, which are a stoner/pregnant lady's godsend. Biscuit, wings, and a chalupa? Why yes, thank you.) But here if a cop is worried at all about his untoward behavior towards the universe/the ladies/minorities/kittens being reported, he can just stake out the one convenient location on the off chance that a universalist lady or a chicano kitten is either reporting him to the Civilian Complaint Board or IA is starting an investigation on him. That seems to be the case here at any rate. Either that or Mr. Cheeseburger is omniscient and hence omnipresent. Or Katie is one unlucky lady. Because Mr. Cheeseburger is just sitting there watching her. Anyway Katie finally gets around to littering and makes her way inside the building; she is watched by Mr. Cheeseburger. Flash to four months in the future and Mr. Cheeseburger is now watching Ellen. He follows her into the hotel, gets off on the 19th floor, and goes to stand outside the infamous and often photographed room 1910. He uses a key card and a lot of ominous mouth pursing to open the door. He slips inside the room.

At dinner, Walter Kendrick stands up to meet his lawyer, who is of course Claire. The twosome kiss hello despite having seen each other mere hours before and then stand extremely close together as Kendrick points Claire to her seat, which is over near rich White Guy no. 2. Obviously it's a set up. As Kendrick takes a momentary break from the table, the waiter delivers White Guy no. 2's drink. Except it's the wrong one! Claire and White Guy no. 2 tag team in bitch slapping the waiter back to busser. After working up a sweat (what with all the piledrivers, montreal screwjobs, and spikes), Claire excuses herself to go stretch her legs. Who does that during dinner? How rude to excuse yourself for a walk between courses. What, is she going to go hit the gym if they don't mind ordering dessert for her? Claire wanders through the restaurant and runs in to Kendrick who is sitting drinking at the bar. These people are crazy! You host a dinner party (albeit at a restaurant, but I am pretty sure the same rules apply) and take a break for a private drink at the bar? What do you think your guests are doing? And if you don't want to be there, don't you think everyone else wants to go home, too? Kendrick asks Claire what she thinks of White Guy no. 2 and she is noncommittal. She promises to give the guy a chance only if Kendrick will give her an answer about the lawsuit. UNR's stock price is still falling. Kendrick agrees to let her settle. Um, guys? Are you going back to your table now?