Lee asks him, as a Viceroy, why he gave the presentation if he's not good at English, and Lenny mumbles something about how his "mind was completely off," and Lee's eyes bug out. He begs him not to admit anything of the sort, and Lenny...fights him on it. And again, that's another point where I'd say goodbye, kiss his cheek, and go have a beer, because fuck that noise. There comes a point at which, no matter how helpful you're trying to be, I lose respect if that impulse overrides your desire to command basic respect. Whether or not that's "just Lenny's way," it's bullshit, and it makes Lee look weak. Lee interviews sweetly about how he wanted a win so badly for Lenny, but now he's got to do anything he can for Lenny, because he will always do anything for Lenny. Lee eats his little noodles and continues to beg Lenny to read the lists he wrote, and then they have a very quick, very creepy conversation in which it is made clear that Lenny is taking Lee to the Boardroom, and Lee is cool with that. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot? Even Trump is going to call bullshit, and Trump generally understands 30\% of nothing!

Commercials: Bill does an ad for Ace and the "Lovely Places For Exciting Spaces," apparently at gunpoint. His posture is so uncomfortable and his fake grin is so wide and manic, the baby starts crying. Honestly, it's like in that movie where the Joker mixed up common household chemicals and people died with the crazy smiles. Dear Bill: You're not a bad-looking man. Sometimes you're very handsome. But the next fucking time they put you on camera, I want you to first drink a glass of red wine, slowly, and I want you to look in the mirror and say out loud: "I'm a fucking rock star. Also, there are no snipers after me." Two things you really oughtta know by now.