Wes escorts Ellen for her glorious return to grief counseling. The Therapist-In-Charge welcomes her back and immediately surrenders the floor to Ellen's tale of woe surrounding David's last gift to her. Ellen is supposed to be choked up, but she can't seem to do it, so the camera cuts away and then cuts back to her after the addition of glycerin and sand caused some (fake) tears to well up. She explains that she can't open the gift because she is moving on. Wes calls bullshit, though, and says that she can't open the gift because it is the last bit of David that she has and if she leaves the gift unopened then she can look forward to one more moment with him. It's the opposite of moving on. Ellen stares at Wes and...remember that scene in the movie Glory where Denzel Washington is in uniform and stares into the camera and one lone tear rolls down his cheek? He won the Oscar for that one tear. It was beautiful and powerful and heartbreaking. So now Ellen stares into the camera and one lonely tear winds down her pretty cheek and ...nothing. Just a big pile of meh.
Patty and Phil sit at their dining room table with a bottle of wine and a lot of sadness between them. Patty tells Phil that the doctors aren't sure Pete is going to make it. They are quiet some more and then Phil tentatively tells Patty that he knows it is bad timing, but he has some information on UNR. Seems they are going to get some money injected into the company to drive up the stock price. Patty can't figure out who would invest in such a bum company. Then she stares into space and starts putting all the pieces together. Besides a crap joke, what do you get with an influx of capital, a hooker, an energy trader, and a bad merger? She realizes they would make a killing off of manipulating the energy markets by cutting supply to increase demand. That's nice and all, but what does this have to do with Daniel Purcell's dead wife and the dying farm animals in West Virginia? Did they just give up on the Daniel Purcell storyline? Where's the hunky reporter? Hmm.
Suzie the smokin' hot hooker leaves a hotel and, oh lookie, Tom Shayes just happens to be hanging out right there. I think stalking is what the kids are calling it these days. Or fine, it was a stake out. But he didn't have coffee or a magazine or anything. He was just standing there. He calls after Suzie and she ignores him, but he is a persistent fellow. He annoys her into talking to him by using every double entendre and threatening innuendo he can recall from his Sigma Chi days, including telling her that he wants "honest intercourse" and that he is happy to go "screw himself" due to their lack of chemistry. They let you practice law with that mouth? Tom claims he just wants information on Finn Garrity and to know why Claire Maddox was defending an overpriced hooker in the dirty Jerz on a cocaine rap. When Susie doesn't immediately cough up all the details of her life of crime to some random guy on the street who is claiming to be an attorney, Tom does the unthinkable and pulls out his...business card. Tom is SO boring sometimes. He tells her to call him... or else. I had to add that threat just so I wouldn't fall asleep. C'mon Tom, you're surrounded by hot women and corporate intrigue! Go for the gold! And by gold I mean cocaine-covered hookerfest. You've earned it, buddy.