Up on the roof. Jordan's yelling down the side of the building at someone. When Danny asks her if someone's down there, she points down to the alley and says, "Next to the dumpster, asleep, there's a...there's a..." Danny mocks her for not being able to say "bum." "That's not a nice word," says Jordan. Danny's like, "Oh I'm sorry. 'Housing and employment challenged.'" Or...you could say "homeless person." ["Or just 'guy.'" -- Wing Chun] Dickheads. Danny continues yelling for the homeless guy to wake up, and Jordan runs off and grabs a rock. She and Danny bicker a bit about the wisdom of throwing a rock at a homeless person, and of course Danny wants to throw the rock himself, because he has the boy muscles essential for this task, but Jordan says that she played field hockey, and OH MY GOD THROW THE ROCK AT THE HOMELESS PERSON ALREADY. Jordan throws it, but the clang against the dumpster isn't enough to wake the dude up. She says that the rock felt "funny" -- lighter than usual -- which makes Danny think of the fake rock that's kept on the roof with a key folded into it. It takes him and Jordan both a half a second to realize that's the "rock" Jodan just threw, and they start screaming at each other about losing their best shot at an escape. "I was trying to get past the visual of you playing field hockey!" yells Danny. Jesus, Danny, now is not the time for lesbian jokes. "Why isn't anybody looking for us?" Danny sighs. They're thanking God for small favors, dude.
Down on the studio floor, Cal's got his head in his hands as Bevo rolls up with a coyote in a cage. The coyote's name is "Yote," by the way. Which, if you think about it, is like naming your kid "Uman Being." Anyway, I still hate this whole stupid subplot, so long story short: they're sending in Yote to get the ferret, who went in to get the snake, and this all needs to get cleared up by the time the cast returns from the dinner so that they can rehearse tonight. Bevo gets a call from Snake Central, and he tells Cal that, while he forgot to notify "American Humane" when he left home base with Yote, Snake Central did so for him. Cal says that this means a rep from AmHum (go with it) will have to come on site to observe their little dog and pony (and ferret and coyote) show. Cal would rather have avoided that, considering that he's violated so many regulations already.
Back at the dinner, Tom watches Kim down her fifth shot of tequila, commenting, "That would be a lot if you were José Cuervo." She keeps flirting with him and trying to undress him with her rapidly-drooping eyes. After unsuccessfully begging her to at least eat something, Tom decides instead to come completely clean: he tells her that Jack needs Tom to convince Kim to give up comedy and stick with the viola. He takes the pragmatic approach and reasons that -- if only for a week -- if she told her dad that she was going back to the viola and pretended everything was fine: "If you could be Daddy's little girl for one more--" It's at this point that Kim passes out on the table. "It was probably the tequila," observes Simon -- who, in my expert opinion, is a little too old to be enjoying this as much as he is. Tom panics and says that they need to get her back to her hotel, though he has no idea where she's staying. Simon says that Jack would know, so Tom sets off to find Jack, "who will kill [Tom] with his thumbs." Tom tells Simon to walk Kim over to a "private secluded area" and to make it look like they're just walking together, rather than that Kim is being dragged off unconscious. Seriously, Simon, the last thing this situation needs is Nancy Grace and Greta Van Susteren all up in your business.