Back at Sports Night, Casey is working by candlelight. Dana comes in and says "aw" and calls him Bob Cratchett. Casey says, "This isn't funny." Dana says, "You see me laughing?" Casey reaches for something and Dana says, "You look nice in the candlelight." You know, if Dana wants Casey to go out with other women, she really shouldn't do stuff like this; it's not fair. But it is funny, because Casey gets a bit goofy and strikes a bit of a pose and says, "Over here like this?" "You were fine," says Dana, clearly not as turned on anymore. Casey tries another pose. Dana says, "You know, you can squeeze the life out of a moment like nobody I've ever met." Then she tells him they're moving upstairs to Studio B. Casey says, "I'm not wild about Studio B," but curiously doesn't mention whether he's wild about Harry or not. Casey says their regular studio is his home, and I don't understand why first Natalie and now Casey can't seem to grasp that their regular studio is not operational. As Dana is walking out, Dan walks in and says he was cutting some film. He is talking in that way where it's painfully obvious something is bothering him but he's behaving as though everything is okay. Casey asks him how it went, and Dan says "good" and changes the subject, and Casey says, "Danny..." and Dan says, "Casey, I just really wanna, you know, it was no big deal, it was good." Casey says "good" and lets it go like good friends know how to do when a friend obviously doesn't want to talk about something. Good guy friends, anyway. Dan leaves to pull some tape.
Back in the control room, apparently the responsibility of fixing the problem has been wrested from Jeremy and entrusted to Chris and Will. I always get Will and Chris mixed up, because my TC Identification Guide only says, "If the TC is not black or tubby or a woman, it's either Chris or Will," and that's as specific as it gets. Jeremy is jabbering on at Will and Chris, offering suggestions and a theory: "Is it possible that a spike in the something-something," and the rest is a bunch of technical mumbo-jumbo that I don't understand and can't even hazard a guess at spelling.