A breaking-and-entering caprice by our resident creepy girl, Violet, is how we begin tonight's episode. Her snooping starts in a drawer of clothes, which she rummages through until she produces a familiar black and red chef's smock. She's in Auggie's apartment. She rubs his uniform on her face and goes on to pick up a photograph of him and Sydney. Violet revels in hanging around in the living space of her secret crush, lounging on his bed. She goes back to the drawer to search some more and finds a note from Sydney, which looks more like a graduation invitation. Before she gets a chance to read it, David walks in and begins questioning what she's doing there. While Auggie's off surfing, Violet has been tasked with getting his mail and watering his plants, she lies. Odd, says David; he's normally the one who does that for Auggie, but he gives Violet the benefit of the doubt since they're not on the best of terms at the moment. Which brings me to this: Wait a minute... what is David doing there? He leaves and Violet immediately rushes over to the bed to sit and read through the letter. It's somewhat of a goodbye note. In it, Sydney blames Michael for her losing hope and spiraling out of control.
At the hospital of whorish dreams, Lauren is taking the lead in the ER as a young girl is brought in with emergency respiratory problems. Dr. Mancini enters just in time to witness Lauren's poise and commends her on it. They walk and talk. Michael brings up David, hoping to pry out some useful information, but Lauren just gives a generic answer as her phone goes off. Sad that every time Lauren's phone rings in a scene, you know it just means someone wants her to be a whore. She excuses herself from Michael to take the call and this time it's Wendi who needs Lauren to sell her flesh. Seems there's going to be some sort of prostitute party on a boat. Lauren is a bit hesitant about the idea of working in a group, but Wendi is like a hawk for that sort of thing. No wishy-washiness in Wendi's band of hoes. Wendi asks if she has to be worried about versatility issues with her. No versatility issues here, says Lauren, falling into line. Good soldier. Good hooker soldier.
Edgy modeling imagery leads us into a fashion photo shoot. Anton V, a designer, is going on about his product line of denim, which boasts organic cotton and non-toxic dyes, but "equally important," he says, "the pockets are specifically designed to flatter the ass of every woman from every angle." Whoa! That is as important as the environment. Jonah is handling photography duties and is not nearly as impressed as I am with the ass flattering. Outside of the actual shoot, Caleb walks up on where Ella is standing with her phone to check on how everything's going. Ella deduces that Caleb has a vested interest in what's in Anton's pants -- the ones he wears, not the ones he designs. He doesn't seem too bothered when Anton very loudly voices his displeasure with Jonah as long as Ella promises to keep Anton happy and find out if he's dating anyone. Caleb leaves. Ella goes up to Jonah to make sure he doesn't mess with the good system they have going. She gets him good work, he exceeds everyone's expectations (I still don't see how) and they end up looking like rock stars. Jonah's having trouble focusing both photographically and physically because he's been up late trying to redesign his website to attract more clients. He's having trouble lining up work. This gig is the last one he has set up. Ella doesn't seem too supportive about the whole thing, she just assumes her friend will come through like he always does, I guess. She leaves him to dig frantically through his bag of camera accessories.