Aw, Elliot didn't really mean it! He's watching Jenna's personal stylist web video over and over again, looking for clues, and then spots the bedroom lamp she was clubbed with. He asks Olivia why, if the video was shot in her bedroom, they didn't find any trace of videotape or camera?
And it's back once again to what's left of her apartment, where Elliot, Olivia and Ryan rip open mattresses and dig in toilet tanks, and finally find an SD card in -- naturally -- a jar of coffee beans.
It's Jenna and Pierson in bed together -- and Ryan, searching the bedroom, finds a hole in the wall where the camera was stashed (recording from a remote lens that must have been destroyed in the fire). And there's another card in that one.
We're not going to see what's on it, though, until the Bartletts and their lawyers do.
Olivia turns on the "booty cam" and Pierson admits Jenna had threatened to sell the sex footage to the tabloids. P.J. had no idea, and Pierson says he was trying to protect him. Still, P.J. can't believe Olivia's going to make them watch it, and Olivia says it's just the encore, when the killer showed up after P.J. left. "Turn it off!" snaps Avery. "Why? It'll prove us innocent," says Pierson. Avery stomps off, saying she doesn't have to listen to this.
So you can see where this is going, sort of. P.J. and Pierson watch, horrified, as Avery confronts Jenna at the apartment, calling her a money-grubbing whore, and finally grabbing the lamp and clunking Jenna over the head. Pierson can't believe they're letting Avery get away, and Casey calmly says the only way out is the front door, and she's already alerted security. Hilariously, an emergency alarm starts blaring, and everyone hustles up to the roof.
Avery's on the ledge, wailing about how she loves P.J., and all the other whores just wanted his money, and she hired the private investigator, and she bribed the juror, the whole bit. Pierson's about ready to push her off the ledge himself, but P.J. is in the process of talking her down. However, Avery snarls at Pierson that she's not going to let Pierson hurt P.J. ever again, and she somehow, despite weighing half what P.J. weighs, lifts him up over the ledge, and down they plunge, to splatter cinematically on the hood of a passing car.
Well, I didn't see that coming. "No, no," wails Pierson, although a nice, dramatic "Noooooooooo!" would have been much better.