Cut to Bradford's office. He has just told Daniel that he's divorcing Claire, and Daniel can't believe that he's doing so after thirty years of marriage, and when Claire needs him more than ever. Daniel says, "For what? So you can be alone?" Daniel is, like, forty watts, max. Bradford says he doesn't intend to be alone, adding that he's been lucky enough to find someone who loves him, and he'd be a fool to pass that by. Well, I guess Daniel comes by his stupidity honestly. Daniel asks who it is, and Wilhelmina stalks out of the shadows. She adds a sinister, "Call me mommy," for good measure. Ew, I bet she tells Bradford to call her mommy, too. Gag.
Meanwhile, it is sad times for Betty. Henry's going back to Tucson with the whore. He grew up without a father, and he can't do the same thing to his child. So instead, he will endure a life of bitter defeat and despair that psychologically scars both himself and all his progeny. Awesome. Betty gets why he's doing it, but says that for one day she thought they.... She trails off, but were she to continue that sentence, I suspect it would end, "were totally boyfriend-girlfriend." She says she was happy, and Henry responds in turn. Oh, le sad! But nothing is easy when your nickname is "ugly." I have to say though, that either I'm getting used to Betty's wardrobe or her sweater vests are getting cuter. Given that Henry and Charlie are leaving for Tucson tonight, this is his and Betty's last goodbye. And we all hate to feel the love between them die. Henry hopes that Betty has a wonderful life, because she deserves it. Instead of yelling, "Try wearing a freakin' condom once in a while, sperminator!" Betty succumbs to a lingering yet non-slobbery kiss. With the city behind them, the two bid each other adieu. Henry goes off with that steel-rod-in-the-spine walk of his, and we and Betty are left to ponder all the ways in which life equals suffering as we head to commercials.
When we return, Fabia and her entourage -- including, quite sadly, Marc -- are meeting with Wili and her entourage -- not including, quite sadly, Marc -- about her cosmetics layout. She wants all of her models to look like they're suffering from sickness from radiation, like Chernobyl. Only this time it is her makeup that makes them glow. Wili says it's brilliant, and Marc squints his eyes at her in disapproval. Fabia picks up her little dog to leave, and notes that he made her proud. She then tells Marc to clean it up. He does as everyone files out, and Wili tells him that she wants to explain. But first she takes a big sniff and asks if he's smoking. He is -- Fabia makes him. And she also makes him eat pasta. Quelle horreur! Wili asks what's wrong with his eyes, and Marc says that Fabia doesn't believe in testing her products on animals, but she does believe in testing them on assistants. Oh, he is like a little red-eyed rat. Wearing a turtleneck. And a pompadour. Wili says that's awful, then asks about the insurance. They both are pleased that he gets full dental. But just as things are on the upswing, Fabia yells, "Marco!" Instead of responding, "Polo!" Marc just looks sad. He tells Wili that he hopes June 16th was worth it, and he walks off with downcast eyes.