Dr. Dave "Whose Line Is It, Anyway? Not Mine" Malucci arrives along with another crushed music fan. This scene exists so that we can hear Weaver bark disapproval of Dr. Dave's attire -- he didn't come to work dressed and ready. Weaver charges straight out to the front desk, where her Ponytailed PI softly greets her. She stares at him, then informs him that she's through with him, and calls orders out to Frank and Yosh. "I found her," interrupts Ponytail. He explains that he ran a few clients' names through a brand-new database for adopted children seeking birth parents, and Weaver's name hit the jackpot. "I double-checked this time," he adds, before she can throw his past mistake back in his face. He hands her a business card and prices the information at $400. Weaver, curious if for no other reason than to seek answers about her heritage and how it may relate to her lesbian tendencies, accepts the card and stares at it.

Luka escorts Abby to a local bar, warmly greeting the elderly chess-playing regulars when both of them recognize his hot Croatian mug. Sorry, I can't help editorializing when it comes to Luka. Abby raises a brow. "You know them?" she asks, dripping with contempt. "We met at lunch," shrugs Luka. "Is the smoke going to bother you?" See? He asks her, and she says no, so I'm not convinced Luka should lose points for bringing her there. Although Abby does enjoy a quick brood, so who knows whether she was honest. Julie Delpy trips over there and oozes the name of Luka's favorite drink, which sounds Abby's threat alarm. "Diet Coke and a couple of menus," Abby orders. Julie sweetly tells her that the kitchen closed at ten. "It's, like, 10:02," Abby argues. Right. So, past ten. "I'm sorry," Julie says. "I'm starving," Abby says, combatively. Luka runs interference, begging Julie to check for any appetizers that might be sitting in the kitchen. She muses cutely that the chef might not have trashed the soup yet. "Potato cream?" she asks Abby. Looking extremely put-upon, Abby sighs that potato cream soup will be just fine and then silently fantasizes about pouring it up Julie's cute French nostrils. "Is there anyone here you don't know?" Abby tweaks Luka, who shrugs and smiles innocently.