It's a busy Monday at Lawyer Ted's office. How do I know it's Monday? Well, Episode Eight started on a Wednesday and spanned three days, which means Nate narmed on Friday night. Which is why everyone was free to hang out at the hospital on Saturday, at the end of which Nate died. So I'm thinking this episode started on Sunday, and now it's Monday. All part of the service, folks. But back to Lawyer Ted's office: he may be the lowest-paid attorney in the company, but at least he has an office with a door. I miss that. His phone rings, and Claire, sitting on the floor under the kitchen counter at home, breaks the news that her brother's dead. Ted sits down heavily. "My God," he says. "What happened?" Claire says she has to get out of the house, but she's not in any state to drive. "Are you, like, really busy?" she asks. Lawyer Ted shuffles the tsunami of paper on his desk, signs something, and lies, "No. I'll be right over." Except he'll later turn out to not be lying about the second part. Claire disconnects the cordless phone and lets it drop on the floor.

Keith lets himself and the boys into the Pasqueasel Palace. I can't believe it took me until almost too late to come up with a name for that place. He calls for his boss, but the only answer is the sound of breaking glass and a lot of loud, angry swearing from the other room. Keith tells the kids to stay where they are, and hurries off to investigate. He finds the Pasqueasel in the trashed living room, using a golf club to keep some angry young actor wannabe at bay. "Tit for tat, you said!" the wannabe yells. "You got your fucking tit, now where's my cocksucking tat?" Apparently the Pasqueasel got him some part, and the hack got fired, and now the hack's mad at the Pasqueasel. And throwing things at him. Keith intervenes, physically restraining the guy as the boys peek around the corner. Now that the immediate threat is being dealt with, the Pasqueasel pours himself a drink and tells Keith to drive the hack to Van Nuys Airport and put him on a private plane someone's letting him use. Keith says he can't, since he and the kids are on their way to David's brother's funeral. The Pasqueasel says he's sorry and asks if there's anything he can do. Still holding the guy down, Keith says the Pasqueasel can take care of this himself. The Pasqueasel: "Oh, I'm, sorry, sweetie, but I've been overpaying you for a year. This is the first time I've really needed you to do something." Rotten timing, that. Stupid Nate. The kids have joined them in the living room now, and Durrell reminds Keith that he still needs his pants fixed. The Pasqueasel takes one look at the tailoring emergency before him and says he'll have "my girl" take care of it while Keith goes to Van Nuys, and then the Pasqueasel will drop the kids off at the funeral with newly hemmed pants. "Please," he says, "let me help you help me." Keith reluctantly agrees. "But don't talk to them too much," he orders. Heh. "Can we have beer?" Anthony asks as the Pasqueasel leads them off. "No!" Keith snaps. And now the guy he's got in a headlock asks Keith if they've met somewhere. Keith, ignoring the rule that states that's always a significant question when somebody asks it on TV, says no and drags him out.