Establishing shot of the Neptune Grand, so we're going somewhere other than Logan's suite. Keith is on his cell phone, apparently getting directions to the twelfth floor from the person on the other end. He says he got a key card through some smooth talking, but doesn't know why the person on the other end couldn't open the door. Keith obviously was not much of a Felicity watcher. Anyway, as anyone who saw Noel's brother find him in a similar position knows, Keith enters the room to find Cliff handcuffed to the bed, naked except for black socks and a bedsheet over his privates. The sheet does at least effectively hide his thunder. Keith's expression is pricelessly grim as Cliff tells him not to judge. Not a sentence that inspires confidence in his clients, I'd wager. Upon learning that Cliff doesn't have a key for the cuffs, Keith takes out a delicate tool and gets to work as he asks Cliff how he managed to call him. Cliff: "Acrobatically. I might have pulled a hamstring." Well, that probably would have happened even if the evening had played out exactly as he wanted. Keith looses Cliff, who takes a swig from one of the many bottles lying around, and explains that the night before was the convention of the South Coast's OB/GYN society -- "the most sued medical specialty," so Cliff makes it a point to swing by every year. It's nice when the ambulances all come to the same parking lot, right, Cliff? Anyway, he met a woman at the bar, they came upstairs to get busy, and she stole his briefcase. Good luck finding it!
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