Emmett walks up to a lower landing on the stairs, which is where Brent finds him. It's supposed to look like a balcony scene. Emmett says that he was starting to worry, and Brent apologizes, "I got hung up." I'll bet. Emmett chirps, "That's okay; it gave me more time to miss you. And be even happier, now that you're back." Emmett leans in for a kiss and then pauses, "Is that cologne?" Brent's like, uh, I guess so. Emmett doesn't remember his ever wearing cologne. Brent: "I just started." Snicker. Emmett asks whether everything's all right, because Brent seems distant. Brent reassures him that everything's fine. Emmett grabs Brent's hand and tries to turn back to their cottage fantasy, but Brent stops him and confesses that everything isn't fine: "I can't lie to you. We've meant too much to each other for that. I've met someone new." Urrrrgh. Emmett: "Who? We've only been together an hour and forty-five minutes!" Brent stammers that he didn't mean for it to happen and swears that he never meant to hurt Emmett. Emmett runs away from him, trying not to cry.

Back onstage, Justin's finally finished, and soaks up the applause.

Meanwhile, Brent chases Emmett outside. Emmett screams at him, "How could you do this to me?! To us? After all that we've shared?" Harumph. Brent asks him to not make it harder than it has to be. Emmett: "You said that you've never felt so close to anyone in your whole life. That we were two halves of the same soul!" Brent shrugs, "Things change. People change." Emmett shrieks, "I haven't changed! I still love you." Emmett is so cute in this scene that he almost wins me over. But this is just asinine, and frankly, Peter Paige deserves better. And so do I, seriously. Brent replies, "Passion dies. You just have to accept it and move on." Emmett's like, fine, move on, "Who's stopping ya?" Brent walks away and then turns back to say, "I'll remember you. Always." Emmett sneers, "Yeah, how long is that? Until tomorrow?" Emmett yells after him, "I gave you the best minutes of my life!" And then he saunters off, in grand Barbra style.

Police Station. Debbie walks up to the desk sergeant again, and tries to make nicey-nice by commiserating with him about working the night shift, just like she does. She says that she often works sixteen hours straight to help pay Vic's medical bills. The sergeant looks annoyed. She says that's what you do if someone in the family needs help, and asks him whether anyone in his family who needs help. The cop confesses that his sister is a diabetic. Debbie asks who she is; turns out she's already lost a leg and is on the way to losing her sight. Debbie adds, "So, I imagine you'd swim the English Channel to be there for her, huh?" The cop shakes his head: "Actually, we don't see much of each other. We never really got along. Now, do you mind? I'm trying to work here." Ha. Ha. Ha. However, Debbie will not be deterred. She drops a packet of meds on the desk and says, "It's a few pills. It's a few fuckin' pills!" Melanie Marcus gently pulls her away from the desk. Debbie wonders how the heck they're going to get $5000.