Park. Outdoors. Broad daylight. Let's hide out here! Adam and Jew-liet hash over their first kiss and other weirdly paced dialogue, while...

...Roam calls Goldman again and tells him he'll have to testify at Quardon's trial. Goldman reminds him that he wore a wire last week, in exchange for which Roam promised him he wouldn't have to testify, but that deal's off because Roam wants him to "do his civic duty" and help him "finish the job." These two future in-laws spend a lot of time chit-chatting the day away, considering how hard they're trying to keep their kids apart. As they hang up the phone and separately engage in the pointer-finger- on-the-upper-lip- thumb-on-the-chin International Sign For Thinking Important Things...

...Right Hand yells at Goldman about a "Scarpelli," and I don't know who that is. Right Hand is freaking out that if a judge examines their books, the court will just keep looking until they find some kind of impropriety. And we just learned that he's the CFO. Who has full control over "the books." And that he's willing to give a fake-legal Midwesterner with no proof of age "a jump." And that he's a bad guy. Who knows, if not how to run a legal enterprise, at least how to bring it down a notch: "Do you remember how it was when we started?" Illegal and filled with money laundering and porn? "Cardboard boxes for desks. Barb and Zelda answering phones." Papier-mâché titties. Lube made of puddle water. Penny shots instead of money shots. Talk about an idealized humble beginning. And talk about a less porny-sounding name than "Zelda." "You had a vision." Oh, no WAY. "And we busted our asses and we made it a reality." No doubt they worked hard, but my guess is they still have the least compromised asses in the building, if you know what I mean and I think you do.