Rosanna takes the news quietly. "Is that how she died?" she asks, after learning about the vomit. "And Inez put her in the dumpster?" Diane says, "She stayed four days when you said you'd be gone three hours." Rosanna starts crying, saying, "I don't know how to live." Really fucking sad.
Whoosh bloosh, and in the office Sip, Ricky and Di are all typing away at their reports. Maria the boss-lady is sitting there, and then she offers her hand out palm up and asks why Ricky-the-former-running-buddy was arrested in Yonkers. He was involved in yet another crime up there, it seems. She huffs and rolls her eyes, saying, "That's criminals for you." Romeo comes in and she jumps up. He goes, "Hi, baby," and she corrects him: "'Hi, baby, and sorry about your stove.'" Bossy! They all leave, and Sip goes, "Bon voyage," while Ricky says, "Stay right." Then after they're gone, Ricky says, "I could have told him it takes forty-seven less muscles to smile." Sip knits his brows together and stares before sending him to "walk them out." As Ricky gets up, he and Diane have that looking/not looking at each other exchange and Sip observes the whole thing. With Ricky gone, Sip asks Di how the talk with Kirkendall went. Uh, badly, baldy! Just then Kirky stomps in and Di says she doesn't want to talk about it. Sip suggests that they talk later. Di is like, never.
When Ricky comes back, Sip starts pointing his finger at him until Ricky points back. It's some kind of point-down. A point-off. Sip starts sputtering, "Let this be a lesson," and lecturing about "don't mix" and "those who forget history are doomed to repeat it," all the time pointing, while Ricky goes, "Put something away for a rainy day." The camera waves between each pointed finger. Then Sip drops the finger and says, "You can take that to the bank." Ricky resumes typing before muttering, "Momma said there'd be days like this." Sip shoots him a look. And THAT'S one to grow on.
In the locker room, Diane meekly confronts Kirkendall. Kirky apologizes first, then Di follows with hers. They hug and cry. Then Kirky says she's not going to see Don anymore, and cries anew while Diane internalizes her quarterback-doing-a-touchdown-dance and hugs Kirky some more.
Some quiet music and a night scene of NYC lead us to Kirkendall's apartment. In comes Don, the sleazy-loser-former-ex-dildo-jerk-prick-drug-mule. Kirkendall is wearing a long, slinky white satin nightgown with nothing underneath. Don tries to nuzzle with her and she leads him into the living room as to not wake the kids. Right away, she says, "You're an asshole, Don. You're a real bad guy." Don goes, "Is there a past tense in there somewhere?" You WISH! Kirky tells him that he has to stay away from her and the kids FOREVER because of the drug muling. Don, all face-of-innocence, goes, "Are you sure it's drugs, honey? 'Cause I thought the packages were vases." Oh, PLEASE. Kirky slaps his lying face and says, "Don't make me wake those boys." Truly a perfect ass, Don says, "And you wore THAT to tell me you never wanted to see me again." What better way to tell your ex to fuck off that to do it looking gorgeous, I ask? Then he goes, "I hope you don't turn into a bitter old broad. I hope so for the KIDS' sake." Were you running drugs for the kids' sake too? 'Cause that was really thoughtful of you. He leaves, hooray! And Kirky cries. Dang.