Mia and Rando yell back and forth about nothing, because they can't hear each other, because they are at an obnoxious concert that even the subtitles hatefully describe as "indie rock music." Eventually bored or just chock full of her usual ennui, Mia decides to roam around snapping pix of everybody at the Mystik Spiral show. Including some crusties with facial piercings and who are like forty.
Crusty: "What kind of camera is that?"
Mia: "Just go ahead and mug me, I guess."
Crusty: "Will do."
Rando arrives just in time to take Crusty down with some ultraviolence that goes on for a long time. Saying in movement what he has only before said in words: "Do you like motorcycles?"
Sofia can sense that Robert is not sleeping and charitably asks him to spill about it.
Robert: "I'm so worried about Edward. He is so very creepy, you know, and people just really hold that against him. That, and how he is a killer of women."
You can actually see the moment where she realizes this is going to be a long one, and Sofia reaches over for a deck of cards and starts dealing out Gin Rummy or whatever old people do in the middle of the night. It's incredibly sweet, one of the best scenes in the whole episode.
Robert: "His marriage is crumbling, also."
Sofia: "Isn't that sad. A crumbling marriage. Doesn't that just beat all."
Robert: "Point taken. But I'm serious here. He's losing his job and his family and maybe his freedom... and I think possibly he'll crack. Next to Vivian he was always the most unstable."
Sofia: "So do you want me to talk to Samantha?"
Robert: "If by that you mean, Do I want you to physically attack her and scare her badly enough to reconcile with Edward, then yes. We have stockholders to think of."
Taking a literal long walk on the beach with Julian -- do you like motorcycles? -- Joanna finds her footwear unsuitable and there's a weird moment where he's like, "Let me help you walk, proud female," and then suddenly they come upon the Senator's drunken floozie, whom he has tied to a lifeguard station and is now contentedly staring at in her bondage from a lawn chair while he drinks champagne. I get that it's supposed to seem lurid and decadent, but it's like, sad lurid. Like nudists.