Bailey enters a bar slowly. A waitress asks him if he wants to order anything. He stands there for a minute and then stammers, and finally says, "Yeah. Yes."
There's a knock and the doorbell rings and Charlie answers the door. It's the middle of the night, I gather. Myra is at the door, escorted by a cop. The cop says that they found her in a park with a bottle of something alcoholic, and he hands the bottle to Charlie. Kirsten comes out to see what the ruckus is about. Myra told the cop that Charlie was her father. Charlie and Kirsten protest and try to set the record straight as a drunken Myra says, "Hi, Dad!" Charlie says he's her teacher. The cop says that he will take her back to the precinct to sleep it off, but Charlie and Kirsten say that she can stay there. They help her in and dump her on the couch. I would suggest they also put a garbage can next to the couch. I'm just sayin'.
Bailey is still at the bar, staring at his full glass. The bartender asks if there's something wrong with it, so we know he hasn't had any to drink yet. A woman approaches and tells the bartender that she wants her usual. He says he doesn't know what she means. She says she comes in every Wednesday night. He says it's not Wednesday. She orders what Bailey is having -- "an unblended scotch" says the bartender. I don't know what the hell that whole exchange was about. She talks to Bailey but he doesn't answer her. She says that must not be his first drink, but Bailey says it is. The woman gets her drink and reveals that she has never been in this bar before. So what was that all about? Was it just to get Bailey's attention? What a psycho. Anyway, she offers up a toast but Bailey doesn't drink. The woman says that if he can't lift the glass, either someone died, he lost his job or the love of your life just took a hike. If he were depressed because someone had died, that would be kind of an insensitive thing to say. Of course, she's crazy. So there's that. She says that she's rooting for number three on her list so that they can bond, and asks if he's planning on drinking his scotch. Bailey offers it to her and she drains it in one swallow. Yeah, this is definitely a good companion for a recovering alcoholic. The woman says, "So, do we hate her or is no one to blame?" I yell at my television, "We hate her!" but Bailey makes like Howard Jones and says no one is to blame. Bailey asks about her situation and she says she hates him, and she'd rather talk about his problems. Bailey smiles for the first time in like, ever.