We join Grace standing behind the counter of a store that initially looks like she took a sick day at the IRS to play hooky at her local Modell's store. And we won't know why she's gotta go to Mo's for a while, now, but the man behind the counter refers to her by name straightaway to secure in our minds that whatever this store is, she spends quite a bit of time there. Her SPRINT PHONE rings, and the caller ID announces that it's "Mr. Prufrock." She has so much respect for him. When my caller ID from work comes up on my cell phone, it just reads, "Bitch." (No, I don't mean this job.) Grace excuses herself from "Jason" (she knows his name, too! She must spend a lot of time there!) and takes the call. Grace explains to Jim that she's been suspended from work, and he launches right in to a plea for her help: "I need you to go to Reno for me and find a bondsman named Phineas Cobb. He knows who posted my bail." Grace explains that doing anything official would turn her "suspension into a termination." Without bothering to wonder whether her dogged determination and loyalty aren't perhaps getting her into some sort of vocational pattern by which her next job will be licking labels on the Hormel Canned Meat Products assembly line, Jim sulks, "So you won't do it?" Grace sighs deeply. "No, Mr. Prufrock." "No" no or "no" yes? "I'll do it." Ah. He tells her he can only trust her at this point, and thanks her quickly. Grace turns back to the counter and we discover on her line, "The heck with it, I'll take them both," that she was looking at a sturdy collection of handguns. And now guns! Grace rules. She's so damn redeemable I could sing "Wise Up" about it.