Commercials. The half-hour recap reminds us that if we were watching Survivor, we'd actually be entertained.
Tru is chatting up Davis on the phone again. She tells him she's got a "where," but not a "how." You already had the "where," you idiot. She's not sure how Jen ended up in the car with Adam. Davis wonders if they were actually in the accident together. He points out that just because the deaths appear to be caused a certain way, it doesn't mean that's the case, a lesson that Tru should have learned by now from being wrong seventeen different times in a given episode. But she acts like this is a major revelation. Then she says, "Thanks, Davis. I've never had anybody help me before." Except when Davis helped her figure out how the woman died in the first episode. And the little girl died in the second episode. And how Meredith helped her figure out Harrison's girlfriend was a killer in the third episode. And how Davis helped her figure out that THE POISON WAS NOT IN THE ALCOHOL in the fourth episode (not that she was listening). And how Harrison helped her figure out who the killer was in the fourth episode. Stupid show. I hate you. Die, stupid show! Davis responds that he never had anybody to help before.
Cut to Lindsay, arriving back in the 1920s with her boss. This time, as a waitress leads them to their booth, Lindsay's surprised to find Harrison hanging out at the bar. He's all, "What a surprise it is to find you here!" Lindsay's smiles one of those fake "for the love of God, please go away!" smiles. Harrison rakishly pretends that he's happy to see Lindsay and gives her a big fake hug. He introduces himself to Mr. Handsy and then invites himself to dinner with them. Lindsay doesn't tell him that this is a business meeting and he's not invited, which is inexplicable, inasmuch as she allegedly hates Harrison. I mean, how does it make her look more professional if she can't find a way to diplomatically deal with a work interference?
Cut to the booth, where Harrison is sitting between Lindsay and Mr. Handsy, telling them a story that ends with, "So anyway, that's the most I ever puked." Oh, Harrison; if you ever get tired of flirting with your sister, I know the perfect guy for you. Mr. Handsy excuses himself to go grab the bartender's thigh or whatever. After he's gone, Lindsay accuses Harrison of deliberately trying to sabotage drinks with the boss, which again points out how stupid it was of her to let Harrison join them. Harrison claims that he's helping her, and that he knew somebody who used to work for Mr. Handsy who said the after-hour drinks thing was an excuse to get some employee action. Lindsay doesn't believe him, of course.