Randoms in their pajamas, Frank running around adorably in his bathrobe, Arrow's all in pajamas, it's great. Of course, Frank is not really a leader, of which thing a director is a type, so the people are kind of milling around as he demonstrates different ways of standing in one spot and staring. Of course, the general cluelessness of a bunch of schmoes being led about by the one-eyed King of Schmoe is compounded again by editing: Tim telling us how uninspiring Frank is, as a director... and then stepping on in there and demonstrating for them possible ways of emoting bad breath. So now if you're counting, that's two crazies, running around breathing on strangers. The strangers, Tim, everybody, especially Frankie Suits, are totally adorable, but it's also kind of exhausting. As much as I enjoyed it, I was glad when the randoms finally left and went back to eat their hot dogs. Randomly, Frank calls a meeting of Arrow and the execs stare, wondering what he's got up his Suity sleeves.
Frank asks them -- now that the shoot is wrapped up -- if there's time to maybe try a few other things, because he's not sold on the pictures. And he's right, he interviews -- and I agree -- that the pictures aren't that clear. Turns out you can't emote a smell: it looks like they're yawning. Just like Kristine! I told you! Either way he's right, but it's also 7:40 in the evening, they've still got graphic and all that stuff to deal with. And Stefani's looking at her watch and worrying about it, and Frank's getting more and more upset because nobody really wants to deal with this right now, and then as Frankie's stomping around we cut to a goddamn interview with James going, "At the last minute? Say the idea wasn't good? That is not good. That throws the team off." Especially if by "the team" you mean "me, when I'm PM, and it's my ass." I kind of hated James already for being dumb and not covering his ass properly in the midst of covering his ass, but he did something really stupid last week in conversation that I can't even remember due to that episode being so boring, and now again: Dude. You got called out in front of Donald Trump for doing this same exact thing. That's the kind of thing even a brain-deadened person who has to watch this show is going to remember. So the disingenuous that you're being, which is icky, is plus like a factor of ten because behind your back your team has been saying this for weeks previous, even. Stefani tries the sane, not-prickish approach: "I... see what you're saying? But at 7:40? Really? Do you think it's physically possible to start over?" And Frankie, boy, he is just a man-child on the edge this whole episode. I wish I still hated him so it would be funny. Mm, it's still kind of funny. So Frankie goes stomping off in like a third direction now, all "Fine! Next time I'll keep it to myself!" Stefani calls up to the balcony he's just stomped away from: "Frankie! Frankie!" But he doesn't come back. Frankie Suits has had it.