Laura is now out walking a poodle, who, it appears, has just gone to the bathroom on the sidewalk. She goes to get out a baggie but, flustered, ends up picking up the dog and running away from the evidence, and drops pennies from her purse as she does. It's a good thing street corners in New York are so empty and no one is going to see her do that.
Damien is spacing out, driving a client, when he passes the guy's building. Seems shooting a man isn't good for one's concentration. As he puts down the guy's suitcase on the sidewalk, he finds a penny -- the very one Laura dropped. No one seems to give any indication that there is also a pile of dog crap there, and that he probably just dropped the suitcase onto it. Damien takes his lucky penny... right into a horse racing center of some sort. He finds someone he knows named Pete and decides that he's taking the ten grand cash his brother gave to him and putting it on the horse his buddy recommends. Pete is shocked, but he places the bet.
Carlos is meeting with Sherman, trying to tell him to relax for that afternoon's lineup. Sherman, understandably, doesn't seem to be able to do that. Carlos goes to leave, all bravado, and Sherman calls out and asks, "Man, you've got my back, right?" After a really confidence-inspiring pause, Carlos quietly and unconvincingly tells him, "Yeah, of course I do." He just needs a quick break to worship the porcelain god and wash his face.
Damien and Pete wait excitedly, but when the race starts, the horse stumbles. Dejected, Damien heads to his car before the race even ends, gets inside, and calls Vincent to send his guys over and beat the crap out of him. Man, that IS a bad day if you're ordering another session with the tiny goons. He waits, staring at the penny that drove him to his downfall.
But what's this? Pete shows up at the window to let him know... the horse came from behind, and Damien's $10K is now $80K. That's one hell of a penny.
Laura and Whitney are at a restaurant, because if there's one thing I know, it's that lowly assistants get a lot of time for leisurely lunch breaks. Whit is freaking out because Steven won't answer his phone, but I feel like it's an insult to her character to have her act surprised. Laura vents about how today was supposed to be so good, and she was supposed to learn from J.T. Zeff -- who, it turns out, Whitney knows. She also then knows his bitchy assistant, Ross. Laura wonders how she got to this point, and Whitney asks if her ex-husband helps out at all. Awkwardly, Laura explains that she is widowed, not divorced. Her husband's death was a big story, and Whitney knows who he was and what happened. Laura admits to not wanting to say anything since she couldn't handle more pitying looks, and Whit tries to pull herself together for her friend's sake. You see? This two-day friendship is unrealistic to happen so quickly, but totally believable. Writers, you can do it -- you just need to work this magic on the other storylines. A waiter comes by with a supercharged latte, but it's for another table -- for Carlos, sitting not ten feet away. Laura continues that she needs to make this job work, and so Whitney's advice to her is to not let Ross underestimate her.