Carpet: "I can't believe the presence of mind you have, to be hanging around this boring gallery of tree art when your sister was murdered."
Mia: "I already knew she was murdered. I told you that last episode."
Carpet: "The only thing more boring than trees is art. And here we have both. Can we not go and do something more age-appropriate, such as the drugs you are constantly handing me?"
Mia: "I'm not going to have sex with you, if that's what you're heading towards. Look. In this episode I am absolutely insufferable. To wit, and verbatim, I'm looking for something. I don't know what. Like... a Moment, you know, like... like, something unbelievable."

A random hottie appears in the middle of the tree art and informs them that the something is not here. It is elsewhere. The fact that he would even talk to her ass after that "unbelievable Moment" crap obviously means that he is a spy or grifter, but old Mia's not too savvy about the world and its ways. Or else the guy is natively awful as well, that's a definite possibility.

Rando: "What you're looking for, the 'Moment'? You won't find it in SoHo. Unless the Moment is another billionaire paying too much for a piece he doesn't understand."
Mia, verbatim: "What are you, some kinda gonzo art critic who goes around telling people what you think they don't already know?"
Rando: "Is that horrible enough for you?"
Mia: "You know, I think it might be."

While Carpet acts super gross about how friendzoned he is, Rando keeps saying shit like, "If you're a photographer you should be hunting up Moments like that for yourself" and "I know a place where a Moment is happening." And just when you're thinking Mia, this is exactly how girls end up dead, he delivers the finishing move to this sort of baroquely horrible cliché explosion:

"Do you like motorcycles?"

BOWERS PHARM

Robert: "I know you were planning on bothering poor beleaguered Samantha later, but I need you to accompany Julian to the Lyritrol conference this afternoon. He's a talented doctor [what now?], but he's easily distracted and you have a positive, sobering effect on the boy."
Joanna: "Zero of that is true, but fine. As long as it isn't seductively luxurious or opulent."

There's a car downstairs that takes them to a helipad and somewhere along the way, she figures out that they're not just going to Jersey or RTP or a casino in Connecticut, but actually to the Bahamas.