Where Every Bunny Knows Your Name
In the back room, Maureen comes face to face with her creepy dance partner, and if the music is any indication, this dude is bad news. Carol-Lynne begins "Sh-Boom" while Nick gets a drink/impatient and Maureen gets assaulted. Just before the creeper can totally fuck her shit up, Nick enters and pulls the dude off. A fight sequence commences and Baldy swiftly takes a bunny heel to the throat. It's very Game of Thrones, minus the direwolf. Maureen wants to call the police until Nick informs her that she just killed... TITLE CARD. Okay, that was kinda cool.
Well, shit. Turns out the attacker is Clyde Hill/Bruno Bianci, half businessman/half head of the mafia -- meaning, Nick and Maureen have no choice but to pull a Desperate Housewives and secretly cover-up the death. Nick seems well-versed in covering up deaths as he wraps chains around Bruno's corpse and throws him in the water to cozy up with the fishes.
Back at the club, bunny Janie is getting objectified. Her boss doesn't entirely care (especially since she can hold her own), but Max, her bartender of a boyfriend sure does. Billy's words of wisdom: "What's why I married [my girlfriend]. I got her pregnant and ugly." Boy, I so hope we get a Gloria Steinem subplot in here.
Nick and Maureen head over to Nick's swanky place to rinse off the evidence while Carol-Lynne pushes her luck with Jimmy by using the wrong bathroom. While Maureen gets an evil glare, Nick unzips Maureen's super-tight costume but manages to keep his paws to himself. For now. And Maureen has lost something that should have been lodged between her breasts. Nick calls Billy and pretends to have slept with her (or preemptively apologizes) and asks him not to tell Carol-Lynne, who ATM is walking in on some hot bunny sex/engagement proposal between Janie and Max. Damn broken lock. Maureen stammers off to the dressing room to complain to Alice, who is too sweet to say something negative about anyone ever. Carol-Lynne argues that Maureen is really bad at her job, minding the chain of command and not killing people with her shoes. Alice spills the beans that Maureen left halfway through her shift, which Carol-Lynne knows is exactly when Nick disappeared, too. Busted. Alice talks about how hard it is to juggle a relationship -- a husband, in her case -- and their job, but the money is too legit to quit. Carol-Lynne warns her that beauty isn't forever and grabs her walker to scoot out of there, most likely to go play Mahjong with Miss Blankenship. Alice gets in the car with her hubby and a cool $143 (which in 2011 would be $1,030). AND! They are hiding something: "How long can we keep this going?" asks her husband. "Until I slip up." What the what?