Lester a.k.a. Dave a.k.a. Lester is in the market for a new ride. He is at the dealership eyeballing a slick Cadillac Escalade. I know it is a Cadillac because the camera lingers on the front end of the car so long that SAG is calling to make sure it joins the union. Lester is looking sharp in a wool plaid suit. He asks the salesman if the car comes with GPS and the salesman gives him all the details in exquisite car talk language. Lester looks a moment longer and then says he'll take it. No, he doesn't want a test drive. And he'll pay the sticker price, too, in cash. Yeah, that's not suspicious at all. As if realizing how obviously strange that must sound to a guy who hawks American cars for a living, Lester suavely claims that the car practically sells itself. The salesman isn't buying it for a second, but manages to not snicker, 'cause, hey, a commission is a commission. Later Lester parks the Cadillac in the middle of the street (more of an alley, really) shuts the door and walks away. Hmm I wonder what that is all about?
Ellen is sitting at the feet of the great Patty Hewes as she lectures to her young apprentice (yeah, that's a Star Wars reference, what of it?) about how the UNR murder merger doesn't make financial sense. Ellen opines that if Kendrick overpaid then he must have a way of making the money back. Patty nods, but looks really distracted. I can't figure out why Patty lets Ellen talk. Maybe Patty just needs a sounding board as she connects the dots and if nothing else Ellen can act at least as well as a board. Patty needs to figure out how Kendrick is going to make his money back. She looks very pensive as she says it and is staring into the distance. Ellen pulls her back to the room by asking if she is concerned about the Feds. Patty knows to be discrete, but she is in the mood for a fight. I'm in the mood for a cheeseburger, myself. Cheeseburger cheeseburger cheeseburger. Now I'm in the mood for old SNL. Thank god for Hulu.
Walter Kendrick is staring at an abstract painting with his arms crossed and his legs spread. Lester comes up and stands in exactly the same position next to him. Kendrick tells him that the merger has gone through. Lester asks him if he is ready and when Kendrick says yes, he hands him the keys to the Cadillac. Lester opines that he prefers paintings he understands: foxes, hounds, bugles. Abstract paintings look all the same to him. Kendrick nods that in this case he is right, the piece of shit painting isn't worth the canvas it's painted on. Geez, everyone's a critic! I can't help but wonder if the only reason that scene is in here is because Marcia Gay Harden won her Oscar for Pollock and this is some self-referential slap and tickle.