"Barbara Hershey" is grooming a horse as Will tries to get her to convince David not to sell to "Mitch Pileggi." She says that won't happen, but also says that she doesn't care about the business, and that David should let the Dowlings have it if it's going to drive a wedge between him and Will. So it definitely won't happen, except for the part where it probably will. Having dispensed all the wisdom she has, "Barbara Hershey" rides away. Will looks confused. I don't blame you, dude.
Barn. Party. Half-piping. Drinking. Unnamed Mophead sits with Shelley and Poor Man's Val Kilmer as the last drains a beer. Oh, his name is Zack, by the way. He asks Unnamed Mophead to grab "us" another beer, even though Shelley doesn't seem to be drinking. After some initial resistance about going to practice, he gets no help from Shelley, so he complies. Zack laughs that Unnamed Mophead, who STILL doesn't have a name, is like Shelley's dog. At this point, I may have to name him Rover or Fido or Spot. They're all a lot shorter than "Unnamed Mophead." Shelley laughs and condescendingly says, "He's a good guy." Okay, I hate her. Zack cheeses that he's a good guy too, but that cheese is at least realistic, if sad. He brings up her grandfather, and it looks for a moment like he won't get into her pants, but he pulls his feet out of the fire when he says he used to see Grandpa at all Shelley's practices. She goes all doe-eyed again as she asks him if he really went to her practices. He smooves, "Sure. You're the best one on the team." It's a good thing that couch isn't leather, because Shelley would be sliding off it right about now. Unnamed Mophead returns with the beer, which he totally shakes up on the way back. Good idea, except he didn't shake it hard enough, and he did it in the jerk-off motion. Still, points for the thought. Against all odds, I kind of like him so far. He gives Zack the beer, who glassily thanks him, then is like, "Later!" Unnamed Mophead is confused, but Zack reminds him he said he was going to practice. Unnamed Mophead asks Shelley to go with him, but she says she's going to pass. She's a total bitch, but she does at least finally name the Mophead. He's Sam. Nice and short. He confirms that they're still on for "the dinner," which I guess is "Barbara Hershey"'s invitational gala, and that he'll pick her up at seven. In his Big Wheel. Rid of the pest that's her friend, Zack asks Shelley if she's ever been "downstairs." You're no Jordan Catalano and Angela Chase, I tell you what.