Phil makes a secret dirty phone call to his broker. He is taking a position in UNR, which means he is buying stock on that little insider tip. He tells his broker to run it through the subsidiary fund. He wants to keep it quiet. Oh, Phil. You suck. And for the record, you sucked on The OC, too.
Patrick is making the rounds of his old outer-borough neighborhood looking for people with a line on who Pete's been talking to. When he finds the guy who sold the cops the stolen DVDs and called Pete a grandfather and then set him up for the Feds, he charges at him. Patrick throws him against the wall and punches him in the tighty whities (really!) and asks him what the hell happened. Someone set Pete up -- was it him? He swears it was some guy named Timmy. He is nervous, too. He thinks Pete might talk. Patrick sticks his finger in the guy's face and tells him sternly that Pete would never do that. He lets the guy go and storms back to his car. Cut to Pete's hospital room, where Magda is watching Pete lie comatose. Pete's eyes open suddenly. And then he lunges at her and eats her face off! No Pete no! You love her! Sigh...Fucking zombies, man.
Agent Glenn comes to say hi to Uncle Pete, who is seriously bumming that he failed at committing suicide and is back in the same pickle. Agent Glenn tells Pete that Magda was crushed over his near-death experience. He doesn't know what she would do without him if he went to jail. Agent Glenn brushes off Pete's nasty name-calling and reminds him of the situation: He either goes to jail or he gives them Patty. Pete glares at him and then says the S word so we know he is still tough.
The douchebag coke fiend broker is making another pants-less transaction in a hotel room while Suzie the hooker with the hair of gold watches. When he finishes bending the energy market to his whims, he tells Suzie to undress his top half. As she fiddles with his double Windsor (not a euphemism) she tells him that some guy, a lawyer really, came up to her on the street and started asking questions about him. Finn grabs her by the shoulders and tells her that if she is lying to him or if she talks to the lawyer, she is dead. She stares at him and he stares at her and then he lets her go. He apologizes for saying that thing about being dead, but the damage is done and Suzie looks freaked. It doesn't help when Finn settles himself on the bed and tells her to undress him again.
Frobisher's guru Scarfy is petting a bunny (not a euphemism) on a gazebo overlooking a pond when Cheeseburger finds him. Cheeseburger has decided on a different tact to get to Frobisher, as just telling him over and over that he will drop out of the lawsuit doesn't seem to be working. Cheeseburger has been reading Scarfy's books and the bunny stroking reminds him of a story about a jackal and a rabbit and a carrot and blind guy and Al Gore and a doughnut and a smallish Mexican guy and Carol Alt and a brand new Fisher Price school bus. Scarfy nods; he remembers the tale. Cheeseburger recounts the story anyway, but muffs the ending. Scarfy asks him why he is there and Cheeseburger asks to hold the bunny. And, oh god, please don't kill the bunny, Cheeseburger! I won't be able to take it! I'm already tearing up just thinking about it! Please don't kill the bunny! Cheeseburger cradles the little white rabbit in his arms and strokes his ears and stares intently at Scarfy and tells him that he used to be Frobisher's teacher and his lessons aren't over. He needs Frobisher to listen to him and if this little bunny has to get boiled to win Frobi back, so be it. Scarfy stares nervously at the bunny, really really regretting handing the defenseless little wabbit to Cheeseburger. As Cheeseburger appears to have stopped talking and is now just staring intently, Scarfy nods in agreement to whatever bullshit he just spewed and anxiously grabs his bunny back. (Why yes, I am aware that is a very weird sentence.)