When we return, Betty and Henry head to the office to search for a NY Transit Museum coupon. Like Betty doesn't have one of those handy coupon wallets in her purse. They stop to smooch, and they notice someone slinking around in Wilhelmina's office. It's Daniel. Busted!
Christina, meanwhile, confronts Stuart with the syringe. She starts on a tirade, but he stops her by saying that he's sick. It's his liver -- the drinking finally did him in. The medication is a Band-Aid, and the reason he's in New York is to investigate an experimental treatment. The bad thing is, it's $100,000, and he doesn't have the money. What he does have is six months to live. Christina tells him to stay in New York, and that she doesn't know how, but she's going to get him the money. I hope this isn't some drunken scheme to screw Christina. If it is, I'll find that guy and puncture his liver myself with a number-two pencil.
At this time, Henry is kissing the Wicked mug on Betty's desk. He accidentally triggers her screensaver, and he sees all sorts of pictures of her family, which doubtlessly gets him to thinking. Daniel, meanwhile, is telling Betty all about his suspicions regarding Wili and her bodyguard. When he asks if she heard anything about this, Betty lies that she doesn't know anything, but says that if Daniel is suspicious, he should tell Bradford. Daniel knows that his opinion of Wili is loaded, so he can't go to Bradford without proof. Betty says she wishes there were something she could do. I mean, there is, but she's not doing it. Daniel's plan is to go to the wedding and try to pump the bodyguard for info. Betty says this is a good idea, because the guy seems like a big dummy, and even said something was a "mute point" the other day. Daniel reminds Betty that it was actually him who said that, and that he gets the moot/mute thing now. Betty then has my favorite line of the episode, "Well he's dumb, too." Hee!
And then, it's the big Ebony and Ivory celebration at St. Patrick's Cathedral! Amanda tries to introduce herself everywhere as Fey's daughter, but no one cares. Marc, meanwhile, is fixated on how bad Cliff is going to look. Amanda makes a couple of fat jokes, but when Cliff enters, he's looking shaven and sharp. Amanda says, "Transfatty! More than meets the eye." Marc is proud and boasts to anyone who will listen that Cliff is his boyfriend. Cliff says good-naturedly that he's sweating, his collar is too tight, and his shoes hurt. Marc counters that beauty is pain, and Cliff is hurting him bad. Cliff gives the cutest smile. Yay!