In her lace-windowed bedroom, Trish is awakened by her cell phone. "Trish," Mimi says. "Mimi?" Trish says. "Trish, Bonnie's dead," Mimi tells her. Trish sits straight up in bed and breathes, "Ohmygod. What happened?" Mimi tells her Goetz and his Goons killed Bonnie for the ledger and now she needs Trish's help. "What can I do?" Trish asks immediately. I know I shouldn't be obsessing over where Trish is staying with the purple walls, Victorian lamp, and wrought-iron bed, but I am. Do the J&R workers get board with townspeople? Do they take over the houses of dead townspeople? Does J&R have an agreement with Crate & Barrel?

Somewhere in the Med Center, a lot of smashing is going on. No worries, it's just Jimmy and Bill. Well, it's just Jimmy hacking though a wall while Bill watches. Jimmy takes a breather and sighs, "God, I hope this works." Bill wrinkles his brow at the hole and says brightly, "It'll work!" He adds, helpfully, "You just...have to make it a little bigger." "That's too small?" Jimmy asks, frowning. Bill just looks at him. "What, you don't think I can fit through that hole?" Jimmy asks, all insulted. Well, Hoochie Mama, you did break the copier! Bill just says, "You're gonna wanna make it bigger." Jimmy rolls his eyes and keeps hacking. Bill makes a satisfied face. What are these two -- the comic relief? I mean, I totally appreciate it, but it's just sort of strange. I hope they keep it up.

In the J&R office with Mimi on the phone, Trish does stuff. Mimi tells her to find the backup folders in a directory, "That's where you'll find the numbers Goetz altered." Trish has them. Mimi says she's going to give Trish an email address with a code for the subject line. Trish says, "Mimi, I am so sorry." Mimi tells her it's not her fault. "Mimi, I'm the one who told Goetz," Trish confesses. Mimi pauses before saying, "I know." They're both silent for a moment. "Will you do this for me?" Mimi asks. "Yeah. Yeah!" Trish promises. Mimi thanks her and they hang up. Didn't she need the email address and code? Trish pounds away at her keyboard, shaking her head in disgust.