Metropolis flyover. At the Ace of Clubs, the joint is jumpin', jumpin'. You know who's not jumpin'? Jimmy Olsen, who is serving drinks behind the counter. He's double-serving two skewers of olives into two water-filled martini glasses. He doesn't even bother to flirt with the lady customers. Oh, what sad end is this? Jimmy notices someone coming and pretends to wipe the counter forcefully. It's Blagojevich. And he looks angry. "Rye! Whiskey! Double!" he commands. Jimmy tries to remember how to make those three drinks. Jimmy tells "Mr. Mannheim" that he'll have it up right away. He pours. Blagojevich touches the wound above his left eye. It looks painful. "Hey, Ugly," a guy behind him says. It might have been a name, but I swear I heard, "Ugly." Don't call him that! The new guy says the boss wants to speak with him. He adds that the boss doesn't look too happy. Blagojevich says, "I bet he's not. Mr. Businessman." Jimmy smiles sympathetically. Blago drinks his 3-in-1 concoction. As he walks away from the bar, Jimmy leans forward and puts an arm on the guy's shoulder to stop him. Blago looks at his leather jacket's shoulder pad in dismay. Jimmy pulls his hand back and apologizes. Jimmy says he knows he just started, but he was wondering if he could have an advance on that day's pay. He says he had some... stuff... come up. You see, there's this monkey. Let's call him Clyde. And Clyde has been on my back. For days, now. And the doctors say that I'm going to need an operation, one that involves needles to get this monkey off my back. The operation is called the "Heroin" procedure. But I've probably said too much. Blagojevich says he'll talk to Ricky about it, but it's the last time. Damn, how many times has Jimmy done this? Jimmy nods goofily, smiling. Oh yeah. That monkey is so gonna get bananas tonight.
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.