Inside the house, Jill lets Sean leave a grimy fingerprint on her ginormous new TV as he suspiciously asks where it came from, given her tollbooth salary. Ask about her haircut while you're at it, Sean. She's still playing dumb, so Sean decides to do a little tough talking. He says that Jeremy took Zoe, and left her blood on the floor of her apartment. Tally cringes as Sean continues that "Jeremy's got her down in some hole somewhere and he's torturing her until he's got as much as he can out of her. And then he's done, and so is she." Jill finally confesses that Jeremy showed up a few days ago and comes by once in a while, usually in the middle of the night. Sean asks if they can wait at Jill's house for him, and for some reason she agrees because she wants some bad shit going down in her home at two in the morning. Usually you have to have a baby for that.
Frankie's back home and on the phone with Damien, bailing on their date. Apparently her mom has insisted that they're going to New York City together. Damien complains a bit, but when he comes across a trail of girly underwear in Galina's room he can't get off the phone soon enough. The call over, Frankie goes into Addie's bedroom, where her mom is busy packing and saying that "New York just might be the right move for us." She thinks that they stand out too much at home, but in New York they'll blend in with all the other millionaires. Especially the ones who talk to themselves all day in the subway station. Frankie looks alarmed at the idea, but Addie tells her to relax. "Let's see if you like New York first." Frankie doesn't look reassured.
Meanwhile, Damien has followed the trail of skivvies to Galina, with whom he's again broaching the subject of moving out. It's a little tough for him, though, because he's kind of distracted by the fact that she's standing there in her underwear. She in turn is confused by Damien's mind-changing. "I want to go home," Damien whines. Galina is as flummoxed by this development as I am, wondering what happened to his thirst for freedom. Damien stutters and finally says, "I'm seventeen." She gets up close to him and says that where she comes from, that's considered a man. "I used to think you would like it there," she says, and kisses him on the cheek. She thanks him for a nice time, and saunters out. I only wish he'd asked her what happens when you hit eighteen so that she could turn back and say, "In Russia, eighteen hits you."