In Karen's apartment, the art direction of which is so on the nose it's suffocating me (seriously, OF COURSE she has an Into the Woods poster over her couch. She's just waiting for New York to ask her that question), Karen moans to Dev about how Derek is so mean to her, and when he brushes off her concerns, she lets slip a reference to the night at Derek's apartment and her performance of "Happy Birthday, Mister Director," and Dev gets justifiably upset that his girlfriend didn't tell him her boss was sexually harassing her. Which, yeah, but logic like that has no place in the theater, Dev. Call that Lovely Girl! I'm sure she's totally proactive whenever Denby has too many and starts to get handsy over the press releases from the Mayor's Office of Film, TV and Broadcasting.

Eileen is promising investors Manny and Robyn (who, despite being non-pros, are both way better actors than Michael Riedel) that Rebecca will arrive imminently, but they are skittish about their $7 million investment, saying, "Jerry would never have put us in this situation." So Eileen repairs to her favorite $7 martini dive on the LES, and the welcoming booze aura of charming bartender Nick. (Look, I don't presume to tell Theresa Rebeck how to do her job, but all I'm saying is would it kill The Dancers to pull some Coyote Ugly on Nick's bar? After that Gretchen Wilson abomination from episode three, we know this show isn't above a little "Devil Went Down to Georgia.") Eileen confesses her woes while groping her martini glass rather suggestively. And then Nick pulls a pile of cash the size of a phone book out from under the bar and intimates that some of his friends might also be interested in investing. I hope it turns out that all of Nick's friends are minor European royalty or something.