Dylan McDermott's sworn enemy, in a fit of annoyance, changes the channel and resigns himself to the fact that even he would rather watch The Practice.
Epstein approaches the guys at a pub, gushing about George Martin's reputation. "Sod his reputation. What did he bloody say?" John asks, only choosing words that accentuate the Liverpool accent. Man, I could pass for a Liverpool native if I went around saying shit like that. Anyway, Martin thought The Beatles were "special" and agreed to sign them. They joke about George Harrison's hair, making him appear rather put-upon, and as though everyone found him repulsive. I'm sure the real George Harrison will enjoy this touch. George Martin has insisted Pete Best be axed from the group, and after some half-hearted objection from John, The Beatles agree. Paul grins that they wanted Rick Starkey, a.k.a. Ringo, all along. John demands that Brian tell Pete the bad news, because John's a wussy coward.
Walking on the docks with Cynthia, John says Pete didn't take the news well and he's glad he was spared the pain of telling him. Ringo has joined the band, and is thrilled. Cynthia is pregnant and sad. John is surprised, but proposes. They hug. Somewhere, Yoko Ono busts a gut laughing. "I love you," Cynthia murmurs. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," grouses John. Okay, no. But the six remaining viewers know the movie is almost that shameless.
Mimi is furious. "Stupid, stupid children," she rants. "You're just like your mother, John." John checks his mouth for traces of Whore-Red and finds none, but decides not to argue with Mimi. She refuses to attend the wedding, which Brian has arranged for the following day. "You've shamed us," Mimi yells. Who is this "us"? Lipstick's phantom second family? Mimi's dead husband? John's estranged father? Her collection of yard gnomes? Oh, ouch. In life, one just doesn't want to humiliate a yard gnome. It never ends well. Mimi shrieks that John must vacate the premises immediately. He's shocked. She weeps hysterically.
Brian is waiting outside for John. He orders Lennon to keep the marriage and baby a secret. It mustn't disrupt the recording process, and The Beatles' "most dedicated fans are teenage girls," Brian points out. "A Beatle must be single and available." Or dead, judging by the efficacy of the "Paul is Dead" stunt.
Music. People. Sweat. Song. Suits. George is singing a solo, and women rush the stage to touch and smooch their favorite Beatle. As such, George gets nothing and likes it. Epstein is amazed, and slightly frightened.