Oooh, news of Quordon's arrest made the front page of The Los Angeles Chronicle! Also known around town as "810 AM For The Deaf." Or "All the news that's fit to be fake news." I'll bet it's also made the above-the-fold front page of such regional powerhouses as The New York Gazette and The Chicago Picayune. The headline of the paper includes the word "arrest," but we cut away from it too fast to read the rest. I'd put in a call to the Chonicle's ombudsman to lodge an official complaint, but this damn "555" number just won't go through. Anyway, Roam enters his office, throws the paper down on his desk, and tells his staff of two, "Great work, everybody." Sydney from Melrose is confused and kind of a step behind, asking, "I thought the target was Larry Goldman." Sydney from Melrose is playing the unenviable role of "TiVo-Less Guy Who Forgot This Show Premiered Last Week," who forces Roam to explain -- again -- "Vincent and Goldman have a criminal history together." Roam's other adviser warns that Goldman is rich and powerful and a bad idea to go after, but Sydney (Cynthia, whatever) counterattacks, doing the hallway walk-and-talk with Roam while arguing that "what hurts you is waffling." Mmmm...waffles. She adds that Roam is finally gaining ground with voters on this whole knotty issue of "jailing the murderers," and that he can't back off now. "I don't intend to," he deadpans as response. He would then take the time to snicker malevolently, I'm sure, but I think the show just got cancelled.

Goldman and his incredibly creepy right-hand man -- Guy Whose Name I Don't Know -- hang in Goldman's office. Goldman looks at some contact sheets I'm guessing are of porny naked ladies, explaining with utmost certainty, "Roam gave me his word if I cooperated he'd back off." Man, with his strategic business skills like that, you'd better believe that selling naked ladies is the only way he's gotten as far as he has. Because, I mean, they kind of sell themselves, y'know? Right-Hand Man worries that Roam is running on a platform of anti-porn and the anti-Goldman-osity that that implies, but Goldman wonders aloud, "If the voters are so against porn, why am I living in a 52,000-square-foot mansion?" Low interest rates, maybe? Why has he never heard of hating the sinner but loving the sin? The sin of porn? Right-Hand Man sighs elaborately, and rightfully so. Listen to him, Larry! After all of his years is the industry, shouldn't Goldman know that, in porn, the one thing you can't forget about is the help of a good right hand?