Nick tells Tripp he's learned that Dutch was meeting with someone referred to as "C," and he thinks that that's who supplied Dutch with the Elder info. Tripp gives him a lead on an unsavory private eye named Brian Templeton, whom Dutch sometimes worked with, who apparently was very well connected back in the sixties before he pissed a lot of important people off. (Or something. Don't email me; I've got a horrible cold. The details will be clearer in the recap, in direct proportion to my poor head.) Tripp tells Nick to go to Italy and find the guy, and that visiting some vineyard and asking for a wine called Chiavennasca is the way to get in touch with him.
Nick takes Lisa to Italy with him, which is great in that they've been starved for time together, and he adds the promise of "no Darlings." But Karen and Freddy end up tagging along, and right after Nick orders the code wine, they turn up. Nick gets shepherded away to deal with the cloak-and-dagger stuff, which gets nowhere immediately; meanwhile, Lisa has been trying to keep up, drinking-wise, with Karen, which is "getting nowhere" of an entirely different variety. Karen then drops the bomb that Nick proposed to Karen when they were nineteen, and Freddy earns my instant admiration by trying to find the bottoms of as many bottles of liquor at once as possible. Lisa chews Nick out, but he gets saved by the bell, and more specifically by the dude, who tells him that he helped Dutch compile the dossier on Elder, but when Dutch came to him to do a similar job on Tripp, he severed their ties. The P.I.'s conclusion is that Dutch was working for someone else besides Tripp, but he doesn't know who, nor does he know who "C" might be.
Meanwhile, Lisa tells Karen in no uncertain terms to stay away from Nick, and Karen is not pleased. Nick and Lisa reconnect before they wing their way back to the States, though, and Nick brings Tripp up to speed once they do. Speaking of Tripp, he's been punishing Letitia for weeks, so she finally spills it about the affair. She tells him that all the kids are his, but he's not mollified, and calls the whole thing "sordid." He gets down in the mud himself, though, when he tells his friend and family OB/GYN that some expensive painting the OB/GYN bought -- on the high value of which he's depending for his financial stability -- is a forgery. Tripp offers to keep the secret if the guy will check into the possibility that all the kids aren't Tripp's. Tripp confronts Letitia with the results, which he says he hasn't read, but he asks her which of their children belong to Dutch. She says she'll tell him, but he has to promise that nothing will change. He agrees to no terms, and says she can either come clean or leave. She says she'll tell him, but we don't hear the reveal this week.
Juliet has put together that Jeremy has a "secret girlfriend." Meanwhile, their birthday is coming up, and Juliet has bought out the Hayden Planetarium for Jeremy's exclusive use. In return, however, she wants him to take her to the opening of some club, not knowing that he already told Natalie he'd go with her. Jeremy tries to deflect Juliet's attention, to no avail, and Juliet eventually catches Jeremy and Natalie in the act, and is shattered. Jeremy tries to smooth things over with Juliet, but the effort quickly devolves into a fight. Jeremy and Natalie tell each other they're in love, and they seem to mean it, although...did Natalie really have to be pregnant? Isn't it a little early in the show's run for that?
Brian Jr. is getting bullied at school, so Brian tells him to fight back, "like David and Goliath." But when Brian drops Brian Jr. off at school, we see that his tormentor is a girl, although the "Goliath" moniker is still pretty apt. Brian Jr. then blackmails Brian into helping him with the bully, and Brian threatens her with going to hell, which HEE. Last note? Nick meets Simon Elder face to face. DUN!
Wait, what city is this? Okay, Nick's fast asleep with his head on his desk when Kiki brightly wakes him up; Lisa, chipper herself, mentions that she needs to get some new suits for Nick while hanging up a change of clothes and putting a cup of coffee in front of him. Said coffee is in one of those generic cups you'd get at any corner deli, because the George family would rather give that extra dollar to an underprivileged family than spend it on a mega-corporation like Starbucks. It's nice that the show is willing to forego product-placement fees for the sake of consistent characterization. Nick apologizes, saying he stayed at the office "again," and I'm sure the clients of his who get their contracts back with drool mixed in with the red-line comments will appreciate that. Lisa tells him it's okay, but Nick grumbles that he's not sure how he's supposed to help people if he can't even make time to write the checks. You know, Nick, you could hire someone to help you out with the administrative work for twenty bucks an hour. Given how much money you're giving away, that's hardly likely to knock down your charity rating. This is one of those points that bugs me -- I get that Nick wants to give as much money as possible to charity. Really. I GET IT. But if it's to the point where he's so slammed that he can't even give the money away effectively, it's time to get some help, even if that interferes with his folksy, do-it-yourself style. Anyway, Daisy arrives and shepherds Kiki away for some girl talk, leaving Lisa to mention that she's similarly crazed "hanging this new show at the gallery," and also, she misses her husband. Nick: "Yeah, me too. He's a great guy." Heh. Lisa babbles about the Darlings, and I appreciate the fact that she's switched to being sincerely supportive, but...she's still babbling, so let's skip to the part where Nick says he'll take her out to dinner the next night. Sure, I guess the kids in the local parochial school can eat circus animal meat and drink "malk" for a couple more days.
At Darling Estates, Letitia begs Tripp to say something. Tripp: "You've just admitted to me that you've been an adulteress for forty years. Forgive me if I'm short on words." No forgiveness necessary -- it makes my job a lot easier. Letitia cries that they haven't shared a bed "for weeks," which: boo frickin' hoo. Tripp asks if all the kids are his, and Letitia quickly responds in the affirmative, but her authority in the answer offends him: "The thought that you can be so sure, that such attention was paid to such a prolonged, continuous insult!" Well, I'm not really defending her, but that does seems better than dropping bastard children all over the place. Just ask Brian. Tripp calls the whole thing sordid...