Credits. Oliver Hudson looks about sixty-two. Bunch of no-name actors I've never heard of (except Penn Badgley, who plays Sam). "Mitch Pileggi." "Barbara Hershey." Wave goodbye.

Morning. Maria wakes Will up with the paper. He's shirtless, finally. There's an article in the Boundary Gazette saying that the "St. George Hotel" sold for a record price to "Mitch Pileggi." Will: "They couldn't get the mountain, so they got the next best thing." Yeah, what a fucking steal it is, with the chair lifts that don't work and the barely managing to pay its employees and the avalanches that kill the owners. I could write a better script blindfolded, upside-down, and left-handed. And dead. Maria thinks it's a good time to call David, although I don't know what she thinks he's going to do about it, considering he hasn't thought enough of his new property to spend a single second there in the last week. Will gets prickly that Maria knows David's number off the top of her head. Dude, she's probably called out David's name in bed with you, so I don't know why you're surprised. She gives Will the phone and tells him to call David himself, and assures him that she and David are ancient history. Much like this show will soon be on this site. Ahh. Hi, endorphins. Nice of you to drop by.