Brian, on the other hand, is trying to affirm something else. He goes downstairs to the Back Room of Sex, which I guess has been relocated. He watches Justin and Sean go at it under the stairs. The King is dead, all hail the King. Yeah, yeah, yeah. At least Brian can say he fucked this year's winner, too.
Outside the club, Mike's pulling on his gloves when Melanie Marcus and Debbie come running up. He asks them what they're doing there, and Melanie Marcus asks for Brian. They go back inside the club; Debbie explains the situation and asks whether Brian can help. Not on a Saturday night, unfortunately. Debbie asks whether a credit card would work, but the maximum withdrawal at an ATM is $500. Demon says that he can cover it, if they take a check. Melanie Marcus says that they will, but only if it's certified. Debbie swears, "Could they make this more fucking difficult?!" Yeah, too bad it isn't easier to get accused criminals out of jail. Melanie Marcus says that they're just going to have to call a bail bondsman, as Blake runs off to find Dino. He confers with him for a moment, and then goes back to the group. Blake hands Melanie Marcus a card and tells her to call the number on it, mention Dino's name; they can put up the bail for Vic. Ted asks Blake what that was all about, and Blake says he asked Dino for a favor. Debbie thanks Blake profusely, and Mike and Brian look at him with new eyes, because he helped! Debbie asks Ted, "Where did you find him?" Ted tells her it's a long story. Mike thanks Blake, too, and apologizes for being "shitty," but Blake understands: "It's because you care about Ted. So do I." Aww. Hugs! So, Mike gives Blake a hug. Ted's like, did I miss something?