Eileen greets beloved guest star Nick Jonas, who has brought back her Degas, and doesn't seem to serve any other function in the plot. Eileen pours out her latest worries to the youngest of the Jonii, and he asks what happened to the "gorgeous blonde you had playing Marilyn before." Eileen appears to agree that Ivy was great, what did happen to her?!
In the dressing room, Bobby is the only one who grasps the gravity of the wig-ripping. One of the others asks if he thinks Karen is cracking, and he deadpans, "I think she has four hours to learn Act Two, including a brand-new number no one's even seen yet, and she bolted." Derek bellows for Karen and wanders through the background. Bobby smirks, "Ivy wouldn't run." "No," Ivy agrees. "I wouldn't." Because Momadette Peters didn't raise any quitters!
Derek looks for Karen out in the alley and finds only Dev. Not content with winning their earlier slapfight on points, he tells Dev he needs to back off and let Derek get Karen through this performance. "This is who she is," he says. "She's mine now." And I have whiplash from finding Derek simultaneously irresistible and repellent.
"She's mine if I can find her," Derek mutters as he follows the trail of discarded Marilyn ephemera. This all seems a lot more complicated than it should be; the theater can't be that big. He finally finds Karen in her underwear, hiding behind a rack of clothes. So now he's going to cuddle up to her until she finds her confidence in his pants? Yes. Derek sits next to her and assures Karen that she can do this, and asks what happened, although he admits Karen's feelings don't matter in the grand scheme of The Show Must Go On.
"Art isn't therapy," he says. "We're not here to work out our personal problems. We're here to take those problems and completely exploit them, to hell with how much we hurt. Actually, the more we hurt, the better." Karen sees through the bullshit and says she can't go out there, but not for the completely legitimate reasons that she doesn't know the show and she's a crap Marilyn, but because she had a fight with her boyfriend. Karen, you truly are a despicable weakling. She mumbles, "You don't understand because you don't understand love." Derek manages not to roll his eyes so hard they pop out of his pretty, spiky head and says it only matters that Karen understands, and that Marilyn did, that she has so much of Marilyn at her fingertips. Oh, yeah, the absent father, the mentally ill mother, the childhood sexual abuse, the failed teenage marriage, being treated like a sex object by everyone she met, the other two failed marriages, the miscarriages, the alcohol and drug addiction -- yeah, I'd say Karen Cartwright has what it takes to access all that. I'm sure she wet her pants in the cafeteria in seventh grade and that provides all the sense memory she needs.