Ted walks Blake, all duded up in his new suit, to the offices of Kurtzman, Vasquez Kishura [sic] and Marcus. All nice minority names. He takes a good look at Blake's face and tells him to not be nervous. Blake nervously says that he's not nervous. Ted replies that he is, himself. Before they enter, Ted straightens Blake's tie.
Inside, they meet MM, wearing a cool white wrap-around shirt and a flowing, knee-length psychedelic skirt. Man, they need to show her outside the Happy Fun House more often. She smiles when she sees Ted and Blake, and says they're right on time. Ted snarks, "It's my Germanic predisposition to be punctual." Melanie compliments Blake on his suit, and he tells her that Ted picked it out. Along with the shirt. And, uh, the tie. Ted adds, "Well, it's also my Germanic predispostion to be overbearing and controlling." Melanie laughs, and leads them down the hallway. Ted is a bit of a control freak, but he has a willing subject, and I'm not going to get into the difference between Ted & Blake vs. Demon & Michael because it just makes my head hurt. I'm sticking with "Hate Demon. Pity Ted." Now leave me alone. Ted reminds Blake that it's important that he make a good impression. Blake sighs that he will, already. Melanie says that if he's asked why he left his last job, he should say that it wasn't "challenging enough." Blake assures her that he already has an answer rehearsed. Ted tells him not to say that he's a people person, because he personally hates that expression. Blake's like, I got it. Okay? "Now would you people stop worrying? Just let me go in there and impress the pants off of them." For lack of a better phrase, of course. Ted shrugs, "Well, if anyone can do that, you can."
Debbie's. She's cooking dinner or something, as Vic tells her, "Melanie says that it'll be my word against his. So why should the jury listen to me?" Debbie says that the jury will listen to him because he's telling the truth. I think she missed the point, there. She tells him to stop acting so guilty. Vic replies that maybe he is, a little, because he wanted to go with the guy. Debbie's like, that's not a crime. Vic says it is when it's a cop, but I'm not sure it is, even then. It was "indecent exposure," not "solicitation," right? Vic continues, "At my age, with what I've got? To think that someone would find me desirable? Talk about pathetic." Debbie slams down the dishes and says she won't have him talk about himself that way! Vic: "Then don't listen. When I look in the mirror, I see someone I barely recognize. I still imagine that I'm like Brian -- able to walk into any bar, and have almost anybody that I want. And I had plenty, too. But now. Instead I see this tired, somewhat faded older man. Who measures his life from a pill bottle. And who nobody wants. I can't even remember the last time someone looked at me. Or even touched me. It was probably that Filipino nurse who gave me that barium enema." Which is where he lost me. "So, when this handsome young man expressed interest, I wanted to drop to my knees right there. That's the worst part. Worse than being arrested. Or put in jail. Or having to go to court. It's that I believed him." Debbie's almost crying at this point, and hugs him. Yeah, that pretty much sucks.