Grant works at his desk until Ariel interrupts him by dropping a huge stack of paper about an inch from his head. Grant asks what that is, and Ariel says they are "emails between two friends." Grant reads a few and says that Ariel kept them. She says she is sentimental. Grant realizes what she's up to and says that she knows he never wrote anything explicit. Ariel cheerily says that they saved that for the phone, but that he did email her 2,568 times in the past two years, and only 398 of those were work-related. Ariel adds that twelve of those emails speculated on Ariel's future with the company, and that there were many passages open to interpretation. Ariel starts to stride out, but her bad-assitude is totally ruined by her tightly-crossed arms. She stops in the doorway and says, "You called it 'scorched earth.' I prefer 'mutually assured destruction.' Either way, there's no one left walking on the planet." Grant watches her go, and then continues reading some emails.

Jack walks into his office and finds Tara Barrington waiting. She says she hopes he doesn't mind her waiting there, and Jack says that, to some people, it will always be her father's office. She promises to have her father's stuff out of there tomorrow, and then says that her father kept a journal, because he talked about writing his memoirs, but now the journal is missing. Jack asks if she looked at home. Tara says that Barrington told her he only wrote in it at work, so she's asking if Jack's seen it around. Jack says he hasn't. Tara says she thinks someone took it. Jack has no response.

Charlie plays blues guitar in his apartment. You know he's gone totally bad-ass because he has a cigarette stuck in between the tuning pegs. He calls Brit on speakerphone so he can continue to play guitar while he waits for her to answer. Brit is awakened by his phone call. Charlie says he wants to talk about that agent. Brit says it's late, and it's not a good time. Charlie says he thinks the timing is perfect. He stubs his cigarette out into an ashtray, and lying next to the ashtray on the table is Dan Barrington's journal. Charlie! You just got interesting!