Everyone likes this new take on the scene, everyone except Karen, who just meebles, "That's my song." Which she'll sing in a few scenes, Derek reminds her. Jimmy says it won't feel like Amanda's song if the Diva's already sung it and starts hollering about how he's stayed up for three days straight to prevent Derek from taking away Karen's song. Derek points out that once Jimmy's pupils are the same size again, he'll see that this is a great idea. Karen mushes out some more nonsense about how this is her favorite song, but Derek is like, show business, baby.
Bombshell. Tom has gotten mini-Marilyn off book, finally. He and Linda swear never to work with kids again and move on to "Public Affairs," which is the first number in Act Two. One of last night's problems was that intermission was forty-five minutes long because it took them that much time to get the plane in place. And that problem still isn't fixed, but Tom lies to Eileen that everything is working, just as the plane rolls in. Tom does his best Hervé Villechaize and Eileen congratulates everyone on their good work. And Tom rearranges his hair to hide all the new bald spots he's created today.
Scott is doubting the wisdom of Derek's new idea, but Derek says this change makes the show something more iconic than just a Romeo & Juliet clone. Jimmy is still angry because he thinks Derek's making these changes to punish Jimmy and Karen. Derek snaps that he left Broadway for this podunk little show, so actually it's like he's punishing himself, and Scott overrules them all, because as his first show as artistic director, Hit List will make or break him. He yells at them to get their shit together for the New York Times and have their hissy fits later. He asks Kyle what he thinks of the new beginning. Kyle agrees with Derek and apologizes to Jimmy. Oh, he is going to smother you in your sleep, Kyle.
Backstage at Hit List. Kyle and Jimmy have the same fucking argument, with Jimmy hollering that Derek is changing the show because he's jealous of Jimmy and Karen. And so is Kyle, Jimmy cruelly tells his supposed best friend. Rather than curling up in a ball and weeping, Kyle just calmly tells Jimmy that he's good at his job now (he...is?) and Derek's making the right decisions for the show. He and his new backbone leave Jimmy to hurl pencils across the room.
Ivy reassures Sam that he'll get to go on tonight due to that other dancer's injury, and they discuss her possible every-night nudity. Momadette thinks she should go for it while she's all young and perky, but Sam says her amazing performance will be overshadowed by her amazing boobs if she does. He reminds her about Take Me Out, which involved a lot of naked dudes, and that was all everyone talked about. Apparently Sam's wang is his first Google result. Ooh. His phone rings, and he says it's his agent, so maybe he's going on tonight, and I think this is only the second time in 26 episodes that anyone's agent has gotten to do his or her job. Half a point for realism!