Tom enters Heather's office looking a little pale. $4.6 million is missing from the fund's coffers and it has been traced to a special account that Heather opened up. She's quite up-front about her theft, but the fact is that Williams Aviation needed the money, so she just took it. And let's not say "stole." "Borrowed" is a much more friendly term. Heather takes a cue from Basic Instinct by crossing and uncrossing her legs, hoping to dazzle Tom with her...lap! He's got an ugly word for this kind of thing -- "misappropriation." There's also a fiduciary responsibility on his part to report this kind of embezzlement to the foundation. Heather, in her snakey way, wonders what would happen to the foundation's reputation if the illegal transfer were made public, since it was made from Tom's computer. Tom, who apparently had his balls removed as a child, is sufficiently cowed by this threat. Heather promises to put the money back with interest once Chandler's flying wing becomes a massive success. Tom lets out one of those sighs that indicates he's been defeated, but also that he's resigned himself to following orders.

Ethan's actually raking leaves in the middle of the night when Faith pops out of nowhere to kick at one of his piles. "Hey, do you know how long that took me?" he whines. Relax, Ethan. It's friggin' L.A. It's not like there are that many leaves to rake. Gwen has Ethan doing "her crap for her all day and night." All because of a little party that nearly ended with the death of Cousin Jenny. Hey, parties don't kill people -- pool patios do. Faith admits that she has missed Ethan. And wasn't kissing her worth a year of grounding? To make up for it, Faith has swiped a Benjamin Franklin from her stepdad. She knows of a hotel on Sunset, and with her fake ID, they can get a room. Unless she swipes the bill with all the presidents partying on it, they're going to have to settle for a hotel on Sunset Blvd. in Compton. Get this chunk of clumsy dialogue:

Faith: We could use a little privacy. To be together.
Ethan: To be together be together?
Faith: What's the big deal? I've done it before.
Ethan: Yeah. It wouldn't be my first time either.

Ethan wants an hour to make himself pretty.

Laurie's getting herself sauced up at Pulse. She tells David about Jenny's nightmares. She realizes that, in her fragile state, Jenny can't handle David and Laurie's "being together." In other words, they're through. David pretty much agrees with Laurie, which only encourages her to drink more. Laurie downs another shot. "Making a pathetic spectacle of herself works for Jenny. Maybe it'll work for me too." She's just sick of Laurie's constantly winning even though she's such a loser. It's so...what's the word...ironic. Laurie maintains that David's codependency makes him just as sick as Jenny is. He blames her attitude on the booze. "No, David," she responds, "that comes straight from the heart." He tries to grab onto her hand but she slaps him across the face, old-school style.