...we can safely cut ahead to that night, where Theresa, as is her wont, is already in bed when her man sticks his head out from the bathroom and tests the waters by opining that he thinks everyone had a good time. However, Theresa gives a noncommittal reply without looking up from her magazine, so Patrick finally bites the bullet and asks how long she's going to stay mad at him, considering he already apologized. Instead of suggesting that she'll stay mad for as long as it took her to get her medical degree, which would seem like appealingly symmetrical justice, Theresa breezily says that she supposes the apology makes everything just fine, which is also a valid approach. He asks what she wants from him, so she suggests that some respect would be nice, not only referring to his behavior at her graduation but also his boorishness when Dr. Wilson was over to dinner. Patrick ill-advisedly tries to tell her they just need to make it to the fight, which is apparently now eight weeks away, but his refusal even to acknowledge the principle of the thing only further annoys her, and we leave the scene with a front shot of the two of them reading in bed, with a chasm in between. And I'm sure that's meant to be poignant, but all I can think about is how much I'd love that amount of space in which to sleep.
Patrick knocks on the door of a unit in some flophouse, and Gerry answers the door and greets him in such a way that implies he doesn't remember their recent meeting. Sure enough, after Patrick hands him a plastic container of leftovers from the barbecue, he tells us that Gerry never came by the gym, and Gerry doesn't recall the part where he was supposed to, either. Without letting that break his smile, Patrick says he could use his help and asks if he'd like a morning shift, and Gerry writes that down on a pad he has tied to his belt, saying if he doesn't make a note of such things, they disappear. While Gerry busies himself with the reminder, Patrick looks around at his posters and other memorabilia, and then Gerry then offers Patrick a seat, and while he's getting it ready Patrick takes another look around, this time seeming more like he's digesting how far this guy has fallen and how alone he is, which is nice work. Once he's taken the chair, he asks Gerry if he caught any of the fireworks, but Gerry tells him not as such, but he often sees flashes of light popping around him at random intervals and locations. Patrick gives his opinion that "that doesn't sound good," and while he's no medical expert it's difficult to disagree, but Gerry waves off his concern and tries to sell the experience as "neat." Patrick's hangdog expression in response suggests that Gerry's skills as a spin doctor need work, but his attention is then captured by Gerry's small television as he sees that Randall Hess, the Councilman Patrick bribed to make the dentist incident go away way back in the second episode, was arrested in "the burgeoning prostitution scandal that has rocked the county." Sounds like this story has potential to become positively tumescent!