Lischak whacks the desk with her pointer and asks, "Pre-emptive ignorance, Ms. Girardi? I haven't asked a question." Grace and Adam are both staring at her. Grace is looking more than a little freaked. Joan: "Sorry."
Helen wanders into Will's office, saying she thought he could use a lunch break. He seems pleased and surprised to see her, wondering how she got away. Before she can answer, Lucyfer's there: "Sorry Helen, how good to see you. How's it going?" Helen: "That depends on whether or not you're trying to steal my husband." Ha! You should have heard the hooting in our living room when she busted that out. Lucyfer's too dumsquizzled to say anything; that's a pitch she definitely didn't see coming. Helen: "I want to take him to lunch." Lucyfer: "Well, of course. I only need him a second." Helen smiles: "Then I'll wait."
Will follows her into her office, where she introduces him to Paul Brumfield, some guy from the Commissioner's office. This looks like somebody will be running a flower shop sooner than he thinks. She says, "No way this is gonna be easy so I'll just dive right in look, Will, as much as I have admired you as a detective and as much as I've enjoyed my tenure here, I've I've received an offer from uptown that I simply can't refuse." Will: "How far uptown?" Lucyfer: "Washington. Justice Department." Frink: "Huh. Crime does pay." Brumfield says, "The writing was on the wall after the Karpovich case." Will: "Sure. The feds had to be happy with that. Lucy[fer] sacrificed a lot to deliver that narcotics bust." Lucyfer smoothly comments, "Will and I were never quite on the same page about that one." Will: "I like to do things more, you know legal and less what's the word insidious?" He looks at Lucyfer, who tries to keep smiling. Brumfield: "Am I missing something here?" Just a few screws if you're really hiring her. Lucyfer tries to chuckle as neutrally as possible: "Mm. I'm afraid the detective's not very happy that I'm leaving." She asks Brumfield to give them a moment. He agrees and leaves. Will, man, are you crazy? Let the psycho go.