Frank continues to disappear from his job at random moments so he can go chase down Katia. He finally finds her on the good, old internet, working as a webcam sexpot out of a place in Canada. He tries contacting her online, but she freaks out and cuts him off. He takes this as a sign to keep pushing, so he has some techie nerd track down where the cams are hosted. He finds her while she's in the middle of a tampon run, and promises to take her back to Detroit and pay off the people she owes for her hooker visa. That's when she finally breaks it to him that their whole relationship was just a sham, that she was stringing him along for the money, and that her name isn't even Katia. He's so depressed about this that he heads straight back to Detroit and into Dani's bed.
Meanwhile, the investigation into Billy's death is drawing closer to Damon, who is already kind of falling apart after Michael's death. When Nick takes it upon himself to kill Poppa T, Damon realizes it's time to negotiate. He goes to Skelos and confesses everything he's done, from stealing the coke to killing Billy, and asks for protection for when Reverend Lowdown inevitably retaliates. Skelos more or less laughs in his face, so Damon blackmails him with info about the murder of a United Auto Worker rep. The end result is a sit-down with the interested parties, with Reverend Lowdown claiming ownership of the blind pig and Skelos taking over the International. So now Damon has no friend, no bar, no pig – no nothing. Lowdown even takes his deep fryers.
In the subplots, Dani continues to pursue the case because nobody is making a damned bit of sense, and Joe forks over a big wad of money so his sulky daughter can attend private school. The latter is almost certainly a seed planted to later grow into a big "you must be taking dirty money" tree to be harvested before season's end. Stay tuned for the full recap.
Previously: Damon paid his respects to Reverend Lowdown with a big bag of powdered sugar and his family's secret recipe for coconut layer cake. The Rev was like, "I see a couple of skinny white boys playing baker!" Damon assured him he wasn't trying to inch in on his pastries. Dani began to suspect that Frank might actually be brain dead, so she tried to give him mouth-to-mouth. He pulled away and she was embarrassed that she had mistaken his terminal sadness for something even more serious. Frank and Joe tried to sell the movie rights to their script titled "We Murdered Our Fellow Cop in a Really Stupid Way, and Now We're Trying to Pin It on Some Random Nonexistent Middle-Eastern Guy." They didn't know it yet, but Damon was itching to be cast in the lead, even though he's Greek and not Middle Eastern. (Perhaps he can ask Dani for some tips.) Joe warned Frank not to go looking for his hooker ex-girlfriend Katia, lest she spoil the ending to their script, but Frank ignored him. Poppa T's and Damon's respective crews got into little disagreement over the truth behind the blind pig. Even though the pig was makin' bacon for everyone, it turns out it wasn't kosher. While nobody was looking, Michael accidentally ingested a lethal amount of lead. Damon took him on a long, scenic drive of Detroit to reminisce over their childhood pets.
Currently: There's a beeping sound like maybe somebody took Michael to the hospital after all and he's hooked up to monitors and he's not actually dead! But no, as the black screen gives way, we see that it's only a microwave, sadly tooting out notice of its completed task. A young woman takes out a cup of instant macaroni and cheese, only to discover that the microwave has done its job a little too well. She pokes the congealed contents with a plastic fork. Jesus Christ, even the macaroni on this show is sad. "Wet it," an older woman says behind her. Miss Sad Pasta adds a bit of water (or possibly booze) to her cup and stirs before trudging up the stairs.
On her way, she passes several other young women in various states of undress. It's like a sorority house of lingerie models. In her bedroom, she flicks on the TV and flops into bed to eat her depressing meal. In the bed next to hers, another young woman reads a book and waits for her hair to dry. It's Katia. She says something to her roomie in Romanian, who answers back in a similar fashion. Perhaps the exchange was about the availability of the bathroom, because that's where Katia goes now.