When we return, Wili, Marc, Suzuki St. Pierre, and several cameras are in Betty White's hospital room. Wili notes that this story is going to be picked up by every major station, and thanks Betty White for being such a class act. Betty White doesn't want to be part of the ugliness out there, and quotes Gandhi to emphasize her point. She then looks at her makeup artist's work in the mirror, and sarcastically says that it's terrific that she's going on the air with whore eyes. The cameras roll, and Suzuki asks what Wili has to say to award-winning actress, animal-rights activist, and friend to gays everywhere Betty White. Even Marc has to acknowledge his love for her, because loyalty to your evil boss or no, you can't fight the feeling for Betty White. Wili begins to talk about her apology, and in doing so grabs Betty's hand. Betty yanks it away as if in pain, says that Wili's going after her other hand, and asks what she ever did to Wili. "Oh God, get the monster away from me!" she yells, and Wili tells the camera to cut. Turns out that the feud is huge, and Betty White is going to milk it until it's dry. Wili says that Betty doesn't need this, but Betty White tells her that the Golden Girls money went right to the nickel slots. No Match Game residuals? In any case, it's just one big lesson that you do not fuck with Miss Betty White. Ever. So all of you out there, be nice to old ladies, because you never know.
At Mode the next day, Daniel tells Betty that Alexis is the boss now. Betty is sad to hear it, but Daniel, willing to concede the "my d--" issue and saddened that Bradford never really trusted him, says that maybe Bradford knew that only Alexis had his killer instinct. Betty points out that Martin Luther King and Jesus didn't need killer instinct to lead. Daniel agrees that he could probably run a fashion magazine about as well as Martin Luther King. Maybe not Jesus, though. Henry dances by with a little wave to Betty, and she gets a big smile.
Things aren't going so well for Wili, though. None of her staff is coming in. She says calmly to Marc that Slater is dead. She's moved on to Plan B. Isn't that, like, Plan W by now? She's saved it for a rainy day, she says, and by God it's pouring. Wili opens her freezer and pulls out a thermos. She reminds Marc that after Bradford died, she went off to grieve quietly. We flash back to her approaching the doctor tending to Bradford's corpse. She asks him if it's true that sperm can be removed from a body up to 48 hours after death and still be viable. It is, indeed, true, and so Wili asks the doctor if he'd be willing to perform a procedure. Yes, it's man-seed spumoni in that thermos. Okay, that's Plan EW. If Wili can't marry into the Meade family, she says, she will give birth to an heir. Great. Because what the world needs now is another emotionally retarded Meade spawn. We discover that sometimes the most evil "mwah ha ha" is the one that is silent as we fade to black.