Joe is outside the club in his car, talking business on his cell. Victory hears the end of a call about some sort of land-development deal, and accuses Joe of "playing dirty." Her philosophy, in business as in life: "I think people treat you the way that you treat them." Yeah, try buying a private jet with that, honey. Antisocial Joe tries to get out of having to go inside and make nice with Victory's friends. "We could pop in a Coltrane CD and start our own party right here," he suggests smarmily. Better yet, why don't you bring that CD inside and pay the club manager to ditch the band? Everybody wins! Victory doesn't care for Joe's idea, so into the club they go together. Wait till you taste the drinks, Joe.

When Vic and her man reenter the club, drunk Nico and Wendy hail them with a very loud, unison cry of "Joooooooooooe!" It's unsettling to say the least. Give Joe points for sitting down anyway. He recognizes Shane onstage and asks Wendy, "Isn't that your husband?" Nico declares that Shane is "really good," and that he should be "doing something with his music." Joe is confused: "I thought he was a restaurateur?" Victory says, "Yeah, you missed a lot," and then all three women smile slyly. This seems unfair, unless Joe was invited to the writers' meeting where it was decided that Shane would no longer be in the restaurant business. Come to think of it, none of us in the audience were invited to that meeting, either. And let me tell you something, show: loose ends and sloppy writing are bad enough without you rubbing our noses in the mess you made. Shame on you. Anyway, once that's done, we get a long, embarrassing montage of Shane and company doing their mid-'80s, sax-heavy thing up on the stage. They sound kind of like the band Ira played with in the early seasons of Mad About You. Or the band from Saturday Night Live -- you know that awful faux-jazz music that somehow seems to signify "New York" on television? It sounds like that. Finally -- mercifully -- the set is over. Lonely Nico glances over at Joe and Victory, canoodling like newlyweds, and looks thoughtful.