Night. Bradford and Mysterious Leatherman meet in the dark on a baseball diamond. Of course. ML tells Bradford that Fey Sommers's Car of Hot Hot Death has been released to a junk yard. This worries Bradford, who suspects that the "grease monkeys" will figure out that the steering was tampered with. He needs ML to track down that car as soon as he can! I find it hard to believe that there wasn't some kind of inquest at the time of the accident that wouldn't have uncovered all of this already. Maybe the Ugly Betty writers need to watch more Law & Order.
Speaking of Fey, she and Wilhelmina are drinking champers in the Mysterious Den of Recuperation and toasting to Bradford's realizing that Daniel sucks compared to Alex. As long as that wedge is between Bradford and Daniel, Fey explains, their father-son relationship is doomed, and Daniel's days at the magazine are numbered. Okay. Hang on a sec. Wouldn't it make more sense for Fey just to prove that Bradford tried to have her killed, rather than making Wilhelmina pull all this low-level wedge-driving stuff at the office? Because then Bradford would go to jail, Fey could emerge from the grave, and Daniel could be easily deposed. Listen, I love a good faked-death plot as much as the next girl, but this storyline doesn't really track for me, as far as motivation goes. If Fey wants her job back, can't she just, you know, reappear?
Back at the magazine, Daniel and Betty are still in brainstorming mode; it's clearly quite late, since the cleaning people are vacuuming the office, and the two of them are surrounded by take-out boxes. Daniel is laying on the conference-room table and thinking aloud about shrinking the magazine down, to make it easier for women to put in their handbags. Just like Teen Vogue. Er, Teen Mode. Whatever. He wads up some paper in frustration, throws it at the wastepaper basket and misses: "See? Alex would have made that. He's the one that should be here, not me." Aw, Daniel and Betty both feel out of place at Mode. Just go ahead and insert my weekly Buck Up, Little Camper speech here. Betty sighs that she doesn't think Bradford would have given Daniel the job if he didn't think he was up to it. "Is this kung pao chicken or orange beef?" Daniel asks, moodily staring into one of the takeout containers. Betty points out that "after five hours," she doesn't think there's much of a difference anymore. "You know what next Saturday is?" Daniel asks. "The Harvard/Yale football game. The biggest football game of the year." That's true...if you go to Harvard or Yale or live in 1928. It's a good thing Daniel isn't editing Sports Illustrated. He whinges some more about how his daddy never loved him, and never took him to the game and still won't, even though Alex is dead: "It's okay. I'm used to it. Every parent has a favorite, right?" Betty offers that her dad doesn't, but Daniel gloomily informs her that they all do.