Outside the salon, the two are still talking as they're walking down the street. I'd like to point out that both are now in shoes and socks, and Whitney's hand is in her pocket, and NO. Any girl who has ever had her nails done knows that would only leave fabric-weave imprints on everything and look horrible -- have more sense, people. Laura mentions a new job on Monday and when Whitney asks if she's nervous, she replies with a breezy answer about her newly-painted nails. The hand flip is the perfect opportunity for Whitney to admire her wedding ring, which quiets Laura. Whitney also pauses and Laura asks her what is wrong: when Whitney says Laura won't want to be saddled with her problems, Laura assures her she'd rather think about them than her own. That's so true, and no one ever actually gets it. Take our mind off of things, friends of the world! Whitney begins to talk about the online dating site and Whiney finally asks, her, "has anyone ever cheated on you?"
Speak of the devil -- Roy walks along a street behind Mae, who is on another pay phone with Erik, complimenting his acting skills for being her job reference. His voice is still worried, yet almost comical in its "mystery deep voice on the phone" manner. He asks if she has the box. And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen: it's not a J.J. Abrams show if there's not something mysterious locked in a box in the first season. She assures him, "Of course, it goes where I go." Cut to a club full of gyrating kids, and Mae's in an office above as a man opens up a safe and gives her what I presume to be The Box. He jokes about what might be in it, and she banters back that if she told him she'd have to kill him. They shake hands in a goodbye of two people that seem to genuinely really like each other, and he tells her to be good.
Outside, Carlos is in his clubbing clothes of jeans and a zip-front sweatshirt. He looks remarkably like I do on, say, a foggy workday such as this one, rather than a guy trying to go out anywhere at all that features drinks and a dance floor. He's at the door trying to talk his way in by dropping Mae's name, but the girl with the clipboard doesn't believe him (for which I don't blame her, having worked a few event doors in my life), and he turns and walks down the street. A few buildings down, he runs into Damien, who needed some more minutes for us to get to know him this hour. Ever suave, Carlos asks him to be driven up to the club in the car, thinking this will radiate his importance and gain him admission. Damien offers to lend him his jacket, chain, and sunglasses and drive him up there for $50 -- of course, only after he learns Carlos is doing this for a girl. Carlos gives him his watch as collateral and next thing you know, he's inside. Really? No, really? There is not a single club in any major city across our beautiful United States that would be swayed by a ride in a black car to think that person should skip the line and be admitted to a club. We live in a day and age where even Paris Hilton has been turned down, boys and girls. If that's not proof enough that it can happen to anyone, I don't know what is. Regardless, he and his magic jacket push through the crowd. Mae is leaving at the same time, and the two brush back to back and don't notice one another.