Chieftain. Marin arrives, bearing gift basket. The locals wander over and start rooting through the booty, Theresa snagging a couple of tins of smoked oysters, which are apparently boner fuel for Ben. Having buttered everyone up (probably with various buttered items from the basket), Marin then asks where she'd go to get her photo taken. Jerome says he can do it: as a postal employee, he's taken everyone's passport photos. Ben suggests Lynn, which idea Jerome dismisses on the basis that Marin isn't a panda. Certainly not: pandas are rare, while New York neurotics are plentiful both in captivity and in the wild. Ben allows that Lynn is a nature photographer: "But she's really good." He says she's even been published in National Geographic. Marin grins and tells Jerome he's got the gig. Damn, I was hoping we might get to see Marin with a plate in her lip.
Patrick enters, and Celia excitedly offers him the Turtles she got from Marin's gift basket. He tells her he's sick, but she waves off his heartache, saying that relationships are more trouble than they're worth -- she hasn't had one in the better part of three decades, she says -- ordering him to come home with her for some more of her usual oppressive coddling.
Photo shoot time! Jerome's set Marin up in front of a lavender backdrop. Marin, blinking violently at each flash, complains that she was hoping for something that said "Alaska," and Jerome shrugs that it will say Alaska on her passport. Marin explains that the shot is for publicity, and Jerome says he'll have to charge her more than $4, in that case. Marin says that's fine, and Jerome sets himself back to his task, waving at her with a puppet, and finally putting a baseball cap on her that's festooned with a giant pair of antlers. He's grousing at her to smile...
...when Jack enters behind Jerome. "Jack," breathes Marin, beaming at him, and Jerome cheers that that's more like it. Marin doffs her cap and books it out of there.
Outside, Marin is in, like, hyper-flirt mode, standing super-close to Jack and purring as she asks what's going on. "She's packing up her things," Jack announces, and Marin practically melts with relief. She has exactly enough grace to ask how Lynn is before telling him she finally got to listen to his message. Jack: "Yeah?" Marin: "YEAH." There's a beat as they grin at each other, and then, the hot hot kissing. I hate it when I succumb to this show's obvious manipulations, but these two seriously have more chemistry than Dow.