Speaking of, we've got a big light show on the Brooklyn Bridge. There are still cars going over it, so they only closed the pedestrian areas. Anyway, Natalie's got a drink in her hand, so it looks like keeping up appearances only goes so far, not that I blame her. Seriously, though, it's not like I'm defending her -- I'll be glad to be rid of her, because this plotline wasn't going anywhere good -- but it doesn't look like she necessarily was angling to continue to deceive Jeremy indefinitely here. Anyway, she finds her morose-looking boyfriend and tries to get him to join the party, but he says he's not in the mood. If I'm Nick, this is where I say, "I got the Brooklyn Bridge for you. You get in the mood."
But he's in Brooklyn proper, asking Elder if he's "C." Elder: "Yeah, that's me." Not wasting my time dragging out this answer for no reason? That's a point in your favor, Rich Guy. Elder says that he and Dutch were friends and "creative conversation partners." So that's what the billionaires are calling it these days. What Elder means, however, is that he was raised in Russia with nothing, and when he came to the States and first got rich, it nearly destroyed him. "See, when starving people gorge themselves, they usually die, yeah? I almost did." That...doesn't really hold up all that well as an analogy, Elder, but I'll shut up for a paltry seven figures. Anyway, Elder says that he was saved by a "spiritual experience" involving Dutch, about which he'll maybe tell Nick sometime, but for now, he wants to talk about Nick. I would rather talk about the fact that this is the most bullshit excuse for a Russian restaurant I've ever seen, but since we're ready to move on, I'll restrain myself. Perhaps by busying myself with some vodka, to make up for the fact that I saw none in that scene.