Charlotte barges into Cooper's place. She's spittin' mad that he tipped off the dad/son and got them out of there. He could go to jail. But he won't be 'cause she covered for him. Now they are even, at least in her mind.
Addison goes to see Carly again. She's got a lecture prepared. She may never have had to choose between waitressing and whoring, but once you start hooking, you are always a hooker... even if you are doing it for a good reason. She says she's not her doctor anymore.
Cooper strolls into Violet's office. She tells him that she slept with Pete. He doesn't believe her. So he walks off for his date with Angelina Jolie. Why is it so hard to believe she slept with Pete? She's attractive? He's attractive. Everyone else has already hooked up. Why not?
Sam's in the elevator when Wyatt gets on. Sam stops the elevator and starts talking about how he uses an inhaler. Apparently he can't breathe when he gets mad, exercises (which would be a lot) or gets generally worked up. He's got a whole mess of prescriptions ready if Wyatt dares messes with Naomi. He's gonna take weasely Wyatt out. Awesome.
Addison gets home and sees SWAT waiting for her. He's got his bags packed and he's ready to go. He's pissed off that she doesn't listen to him, pays to have his house cleaned, has never been to his house... blah blah blah... she's rich, he's not. It will never work. I love that he's playing the anti-Christopher in the situation. He finally hits home when he asks if they'd be together if he hadn't gotten shot. Um, no. Not so much. He doesn't like the world she lives in, or sees how she sees the world and her hooker patients. So he tosses a wad of cash on the table for the gardener and housekeeper (who feels like a hooker now? Huh?) and walks out. Bye, SWAT. I'll miss your toned ab muscles.