With another WHOOSH, we go from Harriet putting up with one insufferable jackass in 2001 to Harriet putting up with another insufferable jackass in 2007. Danny's a little too worried to bring the full-on jackass right now, but it's always simmering. She tries to cheer him up with a little Holly Hunter, but its appeal has waned, both with Danny and with me. She gets up to answer a phone call while Danny's rather heroic tally of forehead wrinkles continues to look despondent. Comically Young Doctor is giving a nurse some instructions, and when Danny spots him, he goes to ask about Jordan's condition. Doc hesitantly says there's no change yet -- she's still bleeding. She's getting drugs, including one that hasn't been FDA-approved. "It sounds worse than it is," says Doc, and Danny tells him to stop saying that. Doc repeats it, though, which I guess makes it true. Behind Danny's head, the news is replaying footage of Simon's tirade, which is made all the funnier because nobody acknowledges it. I know it must have taken some restraint not to have the doctor make note of it and then say something that both acknowledges the cultural importance of Studio 60 and backs up Simon's feelings about the media, lending third-party approval to the message, so I do commend the show for at least that. Danny asks the Doc what classification Jordan's at right now. Doc begs off for a moment, but he's no match for Danny's powers of repeating the question with a raised voice. He says Jordan's condition is "critical." Danny swallows hard. Harriet -- the world's most useless pillar of strength, considering how often she's been absent for these conversations -- returns with word of Simon. Danny literally isn't hearing any of that, so Harriet wisely drops it in favor of a little Juliette Lewis to lighten the mood. I always say, nothing cheers me up like a monologue from The Other Sister.
Back in the bowels of the Studio, Matt catches up with Mary. He says he's just come back from checking on Tom's parents, which, as we've discussed, sounds like he just had a near-death experience and he's only now returned to the land of the living. He offers her a change of clothes from the wardrobe room -- I have a sudden vision of Mary's legal prowess being undercut by her having to don the Mongongo fruit costume or something. She tells him that Trask has been in touch and they "have a way of moving forward." This is code for, "pony up that cash, we're itchin' to buy some hostages," so Matt scurries off to find Jack.