Casa Suarez, the next morning. Hilda is yelling at Justin to get a move on or he'll be late for school, as Betty sits at the kitchen table and yawns, surrounded by photographers' portfolios. She tells Hilda that she was at work really late, dealing with all the emotional problems Daniel ought to be telling a professional. She looks thoughtful, and asks Hilda whether she thinks their father has a favorite. Hilda chuckles. "Yeah, I think so," she says. "You," Betty says. "YOU," Hilda tells her, saying Betty's right up there with Tito Puente and his nose hair clippers as far as their dad is concerned. Aw. That is love. Speaking of Papa Suarez, he hits his cue and enters the kitchen, asking why Betty was at work so late the night before. Betty tells him that they're swamped, trying to find some new photographers. Her father thinks Betty's working too hard, and should ask for a raise. "Okay, Dad," Betty says in the same tone I use when my mother tells me that I should be the head writer of SNL. It means, "You are sweet, but that's totally delusional." Papa notices that one of the books is Vincent Bianchi's, and wouldn't you know it? Turns out he grew up four blocks away and Papa Suarez knows Papa Bianchi. "I always thought that kid would end up in jail," Papa says thoughtfully. Betty rolls her eyes at this and takes off to work. "PUT DOWN THE COFFEE" she yells back to her father as she goes.

Vincent Bianchi's studio. He's doing artist-y things when he gets a phone call. Why, it's Betty! She very charmingly chats him up about Queens and his past work a bit. It seems that they went to the same high school and grew up four blocks from each other, in a neighborhood that sounds as though it is bordered on all sides by places to buy snacks, especially sausage and pepper heroes. Now I'm hungry. Finally, Betty gets down to brass tacks, but Vincent hangs up when he hears "my boss, Daniel Meade." Sadly, sausages will only get you so far.