Giancarlo has decided to settle the suit against Gretchen for $52,000, because after her outburst, the case "now has a modicum of merit." See? I told her to shut up. Gretchen stands up and says she was not about to sit there and take that. Giancarlo booms, "You screwed up!" Yes! Now go tell it to DEK. Giancarlo tells her that she at least should have brought in another attorney to "cover [her] ass." She says, "That's [her] big sin, isn't it -- not covering the firm's ass." Hey, a man is dead and now your employers have to pay a fee -- stop being so fucking ungrateful. But I guess that's the point. These girls are young and green, like tiny frogs. Giancarlo continues to tell Gretchen the ways in which she screwed up, and she interrupts. He says he's still talking, and she shoots back, "You're always talking! You're mentoring me for sport and I don't like it." Wooo! You're fired, missy.
Office snack area. Gretchen grabs a candy bar and tears into it like the way recappers drink. Jeannie is all, you said WHAT? Gretchen maintains that she's working at a law firm, not enrolled at West Point. Hello, dead man and a big settlement! If you were enrolled in West Point, your ass would have been kicked six times by now, and you'd be packing to go home. Jeannie, master of third-grade philosophy, says Giancarlo is hard on Gretchen because he likes her. I said "hard on." Heh. Jeannie quickly looks at herself in the mirror as she speaks. Gretchen says she'd rather Giancarlo like her the way Jeannie's boss-man likes her. Wishing for sexual harassment? I want to die. Boss-man steps up and asks to speak to Jeannie in his office. Jeannie trots off obediently.