We see a back room at the club where a clumsy counterfeit operation is in action. They're even using an ancient paper cutter to manually slice sheets of bills. I think we have a paper cutter like that in the newsroom somewhere, behind the 1979 AP Stylebooks. Capital operation, gentlemen. At a nearby table, a guy is using a money sorter to bundle up the bills and write down the amounts in a ledger. Then we see at a nearby desk Chloe's computer. Hey, guys, why not use the computer to keep track of the amounts in instead of a pencil? Just a crazy idea. Honestly, I thought that's why you guys stole the computer. One of the henchmen hands a sheet of paper to the guy in a suit we have to assume is the brains of the operation. The paper must say, "Lots of fake money printed. xxx ooo." Blago walks in and stands at the entrance to the room, next to a bunch of water cooler bottles. Bossman adjusts a desk lamp as he reads a giant sheet of fake cash like it's a newspaper. Today's top headline: I'm Rich, Beeyatch! He sees Blagojevich and gets completely pissed off. He picks up Chloe's yellow handbag from the desk and walks around it to dispense some leadership. He jokes (without mirth) that he had hoped "A.J." had at least been arrested for stealing a Dolce & Gabbana. Blago says they got clocked. It was a timely attack. Watch yourself next time. Bossman says he's trying to pull them out of the streets. They finally achieved a measure of success with those green rocks from Smallville. Oh yeah, I've heard of those. They are stupid. "We can make all the money in the world and you're out there snatchin' purses!" Bossman accuses. You know, when you put it like that, it does sound pretty damned loco. Sorry, boss. Blago has an interesting take on getting beaten up by a girl. He says that it's not about the "door prize," it's about showing people they still own the streets, not a bunch of costumed circus freaks. You really are taking this way too personally, Blago. Go see a Broadway show or something. You'll feel better. Bossman smirks. He doesn't think their injuries are very intimidating. Blago gets really mad and yells, asking how Bossman can let the vigilantes take over their streets. Bossman gets angry in return, throwing down a wad of cash and making it rain, although the rain is very low in the atmosphere and not very wet. "ENOUGH!" he cries. This scene has gone on long ENOUGH! Where's my commercial break!? He yells, "We are done with petty street crime! We're a business now!" Geez, do they yell that much at most businesses? Is this a shout factory? Blagojevich nods. He agrees and says that maybe it's time for Bruno Mannheim to climb that corporate ladder. He pulls out a gun and shoots Bossman dead. Bossman lands on the table with the fake money. Wow, that's rich. The skinny henchman from the bar is stunned. Two guys standing behind him, looking bored, wonder if they should go spend some of this money now. Blago looks over at his new crew and tells them that they're saying goodnight to the wannabe heroes, starting with Stiletto. He says it's personal. Not like shooting your boss. That's just good business.