Man. With the heightened level of "don't worry about me, we'll just sit here in the dark" going on at the Roam house, you'd think that they they were the Jewish ones. Adam sits at a table and jumps when a phone rings. Mama Roam gets to it first, and an "Eric from the track team identifies himself." Oh, Mama Roam. If only you had told us your first name was "Patsy," we could have done away with your overly generalized nickname so very long ago. She hands the phone to Adam as "Eric" hands the phone to Jew-liet, sitting outside at what looks like the pool in the back of Hearst Castle. Rich. Right. Got it. Jew-liet makes "Eric" go away, leaving him with an even smaller part than Brother 1.0. What this woman does to the men in her life, I tell you what. Adam takes the phone under his mother's watchful eye and her insistence that he has "two minutes," and then pretends that he's talking to a dude with no real desire to convince anyone, muttering things like "really" and "great" in response to Jew-liet's emphatic cries of "I love you." Aww, we love you too. She tells Adam that she feels like she should "feel different," but that she doesn't actually feel different. All she knows is that she wants to be with Adam all the time. Adam reminds "Eric" that he's grounded, and she responds with steely conviction that she's going to find a way for them to see each other. Mama Roam looks on, and Adam changes gears to the dude-talking, "Track meet's on Friday, so I'll just see you then." Jew-liet loves Adam and misses him. They hang up, a full minute and three seconds before his mother's time limit. "I wasn't born yesterday," snarks Mama Roam. Well, put those two licenses up to your face and prove it.
"Mr. Roam has been running for office since the day he was born," (sources say: not yesterday), explains Mr. Private Investigator Man. "At first blush, one would be tempted to believe that he is the only politician who did not inhale." Two Clinton references in two weeks? Lay the hell off, Bruckheimer. These words are juxtaposed with shots of Roam sneaking through a dark hotel parking lot looking like he's up to all things super-sneaky. Private Investigator Man hands Goldman a whole mess of information, explaining that Roam has two cell phones and a post office box and numerous hotel room charges. "Methinks I smell an affair," he explains, forcing the one required Shakespearean sentence construction of the week. Roam calls Mama Roam and explains that he has to work late. Roam walks into a hotel room alone. Methinks the biggest dramatic turning point of this show is whether it will be still on after the commercials.