Jane's packing in her hotel room when a knock comes at the door. "Marin?" calls Jane. But no, it's Sam, with her PDA, saying she left it on the boat. "MY BLACKBERRY!" coos Jane. Sam ruefully says that was the kind of greeting he was hoping to get himself. As she studies it, he asks what's wrong. She claims nothing, but he says that she hasn't said anything sarcastic or called him "Plow Guy," so something must be wrong. Jane hesitantly admits that she thought she'd come back to find Marin waiting for her. She goes back into the room, sits on the bed, and babbles that she hasn't seen Marin, thought she knew what Marin wanted, and now is being blamed for getting it for her. Her conclusion is that Marin's gone soft, just as Jane feared she would. Jane trails off when she notices that Sam's sat down to listen, and apologizes, saying that Sam doesn't want to hear her work problems. If that's the case, Sam and I have a lot in common. Except, no, Sam does want to hear, because he figures that's a path that leads to Jane getting naked. Sam says it seems like Jane and Marin are close, and Jane agrees that they are, but quietly says she doesn't want to talk about it anymore. Sam says that talking helps, and that Jane just had a fight with her friend. "She's my best friend," chokes Jane. "Sometimes I forget that." What the hell does that mean? Getting Marin published in a national magazine (however improbably) was good both for her client (rrrr) and her friend, so...what? Anyway, Jane thanks "Plow Guy" for listening, and he chuckles and tells her the name is Sam. And then he whips out a tiny chainsaw and turns a handy ice cube into a miniature Lladro.
Celia shows up at the Inn, showing off a nice figure in a fitted Western shirt (unfortunately marred with a dorky cowboy hat). She complains that Patrick hasn't put on his boots: she's brought High Noon, and apparently they always dress up for Westerns. Patrick says he forgot, and apologetically says that Mai is taking him and Annie to the Chieftain to see Jewel. Somehow, this is what makes Celia put her foot down. She says that he may think he has two moms now, but that it's Friday -- Movie Night. Patrick relents, cheerfully enough. Celia's happy to have gotten her way, but not so happy that she can let pass an opportunity: "And you're not Blasian. You're Blirish." Hee.