Wolfram And Hart South. The Homewrecking Slut, clad in jeans and a cut-off t-shirt, flirts shamelessly with Sandy over some pad thai and dumplings. Sandy joins her on the floor of her office to discuss "Plan B" for that lawsuit I so totally don't care about. Just raze the fucking wetlands already and get this over with, assholes.
Newport Marina. Lady Heather and Jimmy stand on the dockside end of Caleb's yacht to greet the arriving guests. Lurking behind and below them is The Bad Seed Caitlyn. When Marissa and Ryan wander up the gangplank, Ryan greets The Bad Seed with a winning smile. The Bad Seed's response? A snottily cold "Hello, Ryan." Pitch the little bitch in the water, Ry. Lady Heather attempts to smooth things over: "Caitlyn doesn't trust new people." "But Ryan," Lady Heather adds, shooting him a look fraught with significance, "is very trustworthy." Ryan squirms, darting his eyes from Lady Heather to Caleb on the upper deck and back again. An obsequiously oily photographer scuttles over with an enormous camera to grovel, "Can I get a photo of the Cooper family?" "Totally!" Marissa enthuses, placing one arm around The Bad Seed and the other around her father. Poor Marissa. Poor stupid, pill-popping, tequila-swilling, anorexic, forty-year-old Marissa. Lady Heather -- taken aback a bit by the whole "family" thing -- recovers nicely: "Yes, of course! Riviera Magazine -- it's very exciting." Ha! It's all in Melinda Clarke's delivery, people. Lady Heather cunningly invites Ryan to join them in the photo, but he's got her number and remains off to the side, noting that the photo op's for the Cooper family and the Cooper family alone. Jimmy dorks something about saying "Cheese!" at the appropriate moment as the oily photographer snaps away.
Above all this, a tired Kirsten greets her father. "Where's the sandman?" he asks. Kirsten just flips her hair around and sighs. Seth and Anna wander over behind them. Anna, by the way, is wearing a lovely beige lace cocktail dress with spaghetti straps, a burgundy velvet ribbon at the waist, and floral embroidery on the bodice and skirt. Pity about those earrings, though. Seth, reading my mind, claims said earrings are hypnotizing him. Anna admits that they're making her seasick, and she slides them off her lobes as Seth greets his grandfather. "Built like a pipe cleaner, but still looking sharp," Caleb bellows as he pulls Seth into a hug. "And who's this little firecracker?" he asks, his gaze traveling in Anna's direction. Introductions are made, and Anna adds, "Seth said you were scary, but I see an inner sweetness." Caleb quite seriously tells her, "I like your moxie." "Moxie"? Shut up, grandpa. You're way too young to be throwing around that word in casual conversation. Again, Seth agrees with me, and in a line Brody apparently ad-libbed, he snarks, "And suddenly, we're in a film noir." Kirsten, during all of this, has been off to one side with a brittle smile on her face.