Debbie shows up in Ben's hospital room. Just as she loses her nerve and walks away, Ben wakes up and calls her back into the room. She says she didn't want to see...I mean, "disturb" him. She apologizes for not coming sooner, explaining that Michael didn't tell her. Ben says that Michael didn't want to disturb her. Debbie says she's pretty sure it wasn't her Michael was worrying about. Debbie brought Ben a thermos of homemade chicken broth, which she says cures everything. She asks how he's doing. "Oh, I'm better," he says. "No better," he says. She says she knows he'll be fine. She starts to leave, but Ben apologizes for putting Michael through all of this. He says that maybe Michael should have listened to her. "To me?" Debbie says. "What the fuck do I know?" She curses again, calling herself a controlling bitch. Ben says that she's a loving mother trying to protect her son. She says she prefers thinking about it his way. Ben invites her to stay for a while. She leaves to heat the broth, telling him he has to eat it. Ben laughs.

The lawyers want Em to sign the contract. They tell Em that Mrs. Pickle's pretty happy that Em's signing the contract. He asks to see the check first. They slide it over. Em tells Mel that he's always wanted to see a check for a million dollars. "A lot of zeroes," he says. Em rips up the check, of course, and everyone gasps. "Another devious ploy?" the head lawyer asks. Duh-dun-DUHHH! Em gives a little speech to the effect that nobody can take away what he had with Pickle, and no money in the world can buy that away from him. Great, but I think Pickle wanted you to have some cash. Maybe you should find a lawyer better than Mel so you can have your $10 million that he deposited into your account when he was completely alive and well instead of just deciding that gay poor men don't deserve that kind of money. Oh, fuck it. They hate Emmett, who declares: "You can take everything. Every cent. But the one thing I won't let you take is what George and I shared. That's mine. And you can't have it." Emmett stands and tosses the fur coat on the table. Not exactly "fuck 'em all," is it?