Beth chases a blond model out of an apartment building and says she's looking for Marcel France. "Me too," Blondie complains. "He owes me last month's rent." Blondie then tells Beth that Marcel France moved to Los Angeles because he sought better career opportunities. Beth asks if Marcel wants to score movie gigs. "Score?" Blondie snipes. "Yeah, he's good at scoring. I hope he ends up doing porno." Um, jilted lover, much? Looks like Marcel tried to leave with a bang. Beth asks if Blondie is absolutely sure Marcel isn't a composer. "Composer, my ass," Blondie laughs. "He's an actor. His last job was playing a pianist." Beth has heard enough. She came to that conclusion after Blondie bolted away from her and left her standing alone in the street.

Does anyone else think Helen Hunt is evil? I have to ask.

Beth walks into Wallace's office. I wonder if Beth got tapes of all commissioned works from the New Composer program, as Wallace ordered. "Tapes of all commissioned works from the new composer program, as ordered," Beth tells Wallace, dumping them on his desk. Phew! One more commercial separating me from that reveal, and I'd have eaten my water glass. "Good girl...er, woman," Wallace chortles. Beth forgets to slap him. Wallace has forsaken Disco Computer for a more modern laptop, which is nice and all, but I bet the newfangled model doesn't flash colored stobe lights when he hits the "B" and "G" key. A piano piece, conveniently on the first tape Beth plays, catches Wallace's attention. It's the same work played by "composer" Marcel France. He and Beth determine that the New Composers fund takes lesser-known works by dead composers and tries to pass them off as original music written by fresh talent. So sad. I guess they just don't make musicians like Barry Manilow anymore. Anyhow, Hobbs and Catherine grabbed the techies who felt they'd missed out on the artsy scene, sold them their very own composer by accepting "investments" and kept them happy by inviting them to highbrow parties. "Brilliant," Wallace says. "He and Catherine divide the spoils." Beth is confused, the silly girl-woman, and she turns to Daddy for answers. "How can they rack up IPO millions and still fall prey to a petty scam?" Beth muses. Wallace sputters something about Billy Joel. I don't know. I stopped listening. This whole plot is a tad...oh I don't know, bad.