No clue what is bromantically happening here, but that giddy intensity just makes it all the sadder and more shocking when Robert lays him the fuck out. He crab-claws his way backwards onto the sex boat's sex sofa, bleeding really vividly from the face, and Robert makes some shit very clear, although you already know what he's going to say: "Don't you ever come near my family ever again."

I really hope this makes sense later. A lot of the stuff I won't care, but this Haverstock/Robert/Edward thing is so very vague and weird, like how Dwight loves Robert and everybody thinks Edward killed this girl, but then Robert is mainly mad that Dwight told Edward this thing that everybody already knows -- I guess confirmed Edward's suspicions -- and yet now there's also this drug thing, and Robert holding weird grudges separate from the Edward stuff. I am fascinated by this.

WALTZ PRACTICE

Sofia walks around them in a steady circle, father and daughter, counting out and adjusting their technique in a funny, intense way, the three of them sort of bickering and nattering at each other in a special family language. She runs off when summoned to get their guest, while Mia and Robert keep dancing.

Mia: "If she'd had to teach you to dance while you guys were dating, you wouldn't have married her, would you?"
Robert: "Inappropriate. Even more inappropriate, here's a little joke about ignoring her when she's acting the martinet, by inwardly singing "Amazing Grace" to the tune of "Camptown Races."

He whirls her around the room and I guess it's supposed to be cute, but the only thing I hate worse than parents making kid deals is parents sending each other messages on the bloody backs of their kids, which is what is really happening if both parents are making kid deals. Bad Robert! This is how Vivians are made!

Mia notices the blood on his knuckles, but he blows her off just as Sofia's bringing "Kyle" into the ballroom. And, just to make everything super weird, Sofia waltzes with Kyle and they are a little quartet of dancers.

My notes, verbatim: "This is not what rich people do, this is what crazy people do."

Kyle: "How's my dancing?"
Sofia: "Fine. Don't get cocky. I've got my eye on you, Keith."
Kyle: "Kyle."
Sofia: "I know what your fucking name is. And if you are here for any reason other than to date my daughter and treat her wonderfully... I will eat your heart."