Karen whines to Ana about how pantsless girl is the reason Jimmy didn't call her after he kissed her. Ana tells her if the show is actually what's important to her, she needs to keep things professional with Jimmy. Ah, Ana. You are too sensible to last long. They'll have you up on a bar singing a Taylor Swift song in your knickers within, I bet, three episodes.
Eileen yells at someone on the phone -- apparently she went to visit Nick in prison and the authorities wouldn't let her see him -- and comes into her office to find Derek sprawled on her couch, moaning about what will happen if Julia's new draft is terrible. Eileen regretfully tells him that she can't talk to him about Bombshell, so he tries to tough-love her into cutting out the self-pity and getting back on the horse. It works, because Eileen is awesome.
Julia is pacing and shouting at Tom in front of the Flatiron Building about whether Peter's playing her. (And just to keep the locations straight, the Brill Building (north of Times Square) is where Eileen and Jerry's offices are. The Flatiron, next to Madison Square Park, is where the rehearsal studios for Bombshell and Liaisons! are. I think.) Tom lists all the things Peter has lied about: not seeing the show in Boston, wanting to make only a few changes, asking Julia to speak to his class, etc. She interrupts him and they scamper off to shriek at Jerry.
Kyle prints out the first act and for once he's the confident one, telling Jimmy they're going to blow people away. Karen and Ana show up, and Ana takes Kyle off to make copies.
Ivy and the rest of the cast are at the tables next to the Flatiron when Terry arrives. She tries to engage him in conversation about how the show isn't really a comedy (I refuse to believe this; Ryan Phillippe and SMG's crucifix o' blow ruined it for everyone). Terry's like, ah! Of course, I was just joking in rehearsal! She convinces him that they want the audience to cry when he dies in the climactic swordfight, and he thanks her for being honest with him, then goes inside. To have her fired, certainly.
Karen offers to help Jimmy clean up the apartment, possibly by finding his company bong and putting out the good bathtub hooch, but he tells her to stay at the piano. Instead she launches into a purple-tinged fantasy sequence of Death Cab for Cutie's "Some Boys." I would complain that the lyric "some boys don't know how to love" is just a tad on the nose, but at least Karen isn't talking and Jimmy isn't hulking out for five damn minutes.