In one of the bedrooms, Katrina tells Bill and Nick that she begged and pleaded with Ereka to take her to the final table. Which I do not believe for a minute. What a load of hooey. If she had genuinely suggested that Ereka take her, that's what Ereka would have done. ["I'm willing to bet that Katrina did suggest it, once, Ereka nixed it because they were friends, and that was the end of that." -- Sars] Nick says, "If she would have taken you in, I would have been fired." Well, I think that if she would have taken Katrina, Katrina might have been fired, but I agree that Ereka might well have saved herself. Nick then has another beef to bring up: "I'm a little annoyed she didn't shake Bill's hand. Me? I don't care. But Bill's a nice guy." Hey, he said it, not me. Actually, I have to ask about one other detail. They're drinking Sam Adams, right? I hate to admit it, but I feel like I recognize those as bottles of Sam Adams, even though all you can ever see is the neck. I'm not sure the fact that I can pick that out can reasonably be filed under "Good News."
The next morning, the subways of New York continue taking people to their non-Trump-oriented jobs, because surprisingly enough, parts of New York still have practically nothing to do with him. I would also say that some drinking was done the night before, considering what looks to me like a demolished vodka bottle and a demolished cranberry juice bottle in the foreground as Kwame answers the silver phone. (In boxers! Every show needs a signature accessory, and I think Kwame's boxers should be nominated.) Robin tells Kwame that they need to meet Trump at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in one hour. As he hangs up, the camera caresses Kwame's thigh. I'm not endorsing it; I'm just reporting what was done.