Rebecca is trying to get Lane to take the car for a spin, as I'd imagine they didn't make it to dinner Friday night, but he tells her he's got work to do although he does assure her that he loves the car and her and adds that there will be plenty of time. I hope he wasn't saying that cynically; she's going to have enough to deal with as it is. Rebecca lets us know that he got sick from drinking again the day before and as such wonders why he's still at it, but he tells her its cognac and claims it settles the stomach. It's a ridiculous thing to say, but it's a lot harder to have a Lost Weekend when you're married.

Megan and Sally have met up with Jaguar Juliet, who to her credit doesn't seem in the least put out about Sally's presence, although she does doubt that the waiter will serve Sally coffee. They're trying to figure out a movie to see, but Sally's more interested in participating in actual girl talk and she even pipes up that she has a boyfriend, although she's not sure if he likes her "that way." Juliet thinks that means he's not a boyfriend and just because Sally's hanging with the adults, Juliet, that doesn't mean you have to be completely sugar-free with her, as Megan demonstrates by taking her hand and telling that a boyfriend is someone who knows you and makes you feel special. "And holding hands is plenty." Heh. At that moment, the waiter brings Sally the requested coffee and isn't that a lovely, subtle indication of how she's becoming a young woman. I really am not sanguine that any further evidence is needed.

Lane lies awake in bed, regarding his sleeping wife. Next thing you know, he's dressed and in the parking garage and he puts a hose into the exhaust pipe of the car he can't afford, padding it with a cloth to ensure the gas will flow freely, runs the other end of the hose into the window... well, I don't have to give you the blow-by-blow, he's attempting suicide and rather diligently too. As a final goodbye to this world, he snaps the frames of his infernal glasses. Of course, as I said in the recaplet, killing himself in a Jaguar is definitely riding out of this life on a tidal wave of irony, but since this would also unnecessarily make an uncomprehending Rebecca one step beyond even the catastrophically distraught she's going to be, I'm glad the car gets the last laugh by refusing to start. "Jaguar: It'll make you want to kill yourself, but you'll have to do it somewhere else." This goes on for some time and then Lane hilariously is using one of the lenses of his glasses as he tries to figure out what's wrong with the engine...