"There's no oil in Oregon..." Ed says. I don't know why, but that cracked me up. It isn't supposed to, though. We're supposed to feel sorry for Ed as we watch his world crumble around him again. "We're gonna stand down. Because we have both gone way overboard. And it ends right here," Will says, an obvious pained look on his face as he's forced to lie to Ed and make him feel bad for what he believes to be Ed's own good. Reality suddenly sinks in for Ed, and he whisper-sobs "David was my best friend..." Yeah, such a friend that Ed didn't go to his funeral or even know he was dead until someone else told him. But still. And then Ed just starts bawling as he slumps against his living room wall. Will kind of watches him, not bothering to give the guy at least a pat on the back.
Instead, he heads directly for the big party at the Spangler mansion. He's even managed to dress somewhat appropriately for the black tie event. On his way to the bar, he runs into Katherine. Yes! FINALLY, they meet! Now we are in for some serious plot-forwarding. Sure, the first four and a half episodes were slow, but now the show can really pick up as our two heroes meet and join forces against the evil secret government organization! They make small talk over their vodkas. "Social lubricant," Katherine says of the alcohol. "How do I justify the ones I drink alone?" Will responds. Oh my God, Will. What a Debbie Downer. But Katherine doesn't seem to mind. "I call those oxygen," she says. Wow, maybe she and Will and Tanya can all go to an AA meeting together or something. Or AMC can spin them off into a new series called Functional Drunks. Katherine and Will's alcohol problems out in the open, they introduce themselves. And then...! Katherine walks away and the conversation is over. Hm. I was kind of expecting more from their first meeting. This is a bit of a disappointment.
Will heads downstairs and finds Spangler sitting in a room with other men. He listens in on their conversation: "Remember the Maine, James. We have no choice. If we don't do it -- who will?" And then he spots Will standing in the doorway with his mouth half-open, no doubt believing that he's being very slick and inconspicuous. Spangler invites him into the study, and we see Wheeler and some other guy, introduced as "R.C. Gilbert," sitting there. "Will is one of the sharpest tools in my toolbox," Spangler says. I have to agree with him there. Will is a tool. "Don't know what I'd do without him," he adds. Settle down, Spangler. You didn't even speak to Will until a few weeks ago. "If you see my wife, tell her I love her," Spangler says, by which he means "Go back out to the party and leave us alone." Will does so. On his way down the stairs, he passes yet another old white guy on his way into Spangler's study. He slaps a donation check on the table and informs the group that "the squalls have been shipped. They'll be on-site in a week." "God bless you and your Harvard doctorate," Spangler exposits. You guys, I have no idea what anyone is talking about anymore.