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Cut to Walker Produce Corporate Offices. Sarah and Uncle Saul have asked Holly to come in to the office. Holly came at Saul's request and has no idea she's about to get sandbagged. Sarah tells Holly about the missing 15 million dollars and the password-protected bank account. Sarah wants Holly to tell them all about Rebecca, just in case the secret password is associated with her.

Holly vehemently denies that Rebecca is Bill Walker's daughter. She's not wearing her usual harlot red lipstick today and she actually seems sincere. Holly even agrees to give the forensic accountant her daughter's info (birth-date, social security number, etc.), though she doesn't see how it will help to crack the password. Hmm, either she's telling the truth, lying through her teeth, or she isn't too bright. I vote for lying.

Cut to the Walker mansion, where contractor Dave is showing Nora an intricate dollhouse he's made. It's a scaled model of his plans for renovating the study, and the thing is so detailed it probably took as much time to assemble as an actual renovation. Nora inspects it dubiously.

Dave: You know, if you hate it you can tell me.

Is he trying to ascertain if she's a miniature enthusiast? You know, before they take their relationship to the next level?

Nora assures him that she loves the miniature model, but she admits that money could be an issue and, also, she's not sure she should engage him as a contractor given their budding romantic relationship. Dave seems fine with that. Turns out he'd rather date her than be employed as her contractor. Smart move since Nora (as played by Sally Field), seems a little nutty to me. Crazy people can be really fun in the sack, but they're always a nightmare to do business with. But I digress.

We cut back to Justin's loft apartment. Justin and boss/girlfriend Tyler are still in bed and now Justin is eating cantaloupe slices off of Tyler's stomach. God, do these two just stay in bed all day playing with fruits? Wait. That didn't come out right.

The buzzer rings and Justin answers the door to sign for a certified letter from the mailman. He opens the envelope and freaks. What's in that letter? Given the way the war in Iraq is going I'm betting he's getting called up again. So what if he's a loser with a drug problem. These days the army is taking just about anyone. Well, they still wouldn't take Kevin, of course, being a homo and all.

Cut to Kevin's law office. The phone rings and Kevin answers. It is Justin. He tells Kevin he just got a registered letter from the Army.

Justin: They want me back!

Told you! They are desperate for skilled personnel. Maybe they've heard about Justin's tongue-writing abilities.

Cut to the hotel where Justin works as a bellhop. Justin is still absorbing the news that he's being recalled to active duty. He is in a recently vacated guest room taking an unscheduled break. A maid is cleaning the room around him, but Justin ignores her. He is watching the television, transfixed by a news report about rising casualties in Iraq. Either that or he's about to order up porn on the departed guest's hotel bill.

We flash back 5 years to September 11, 2001. We are at the Walker mansion. Father Bill Walker is still alive and teenage Justin is living at home. Justin is trying to get his dad to cut work and go surfing with him. Nora enters the scene wearing a painfully obvious wig. It looks like a black Elvira wig that's been hacked off just above the shoulders.

Nora turns on the television and is transfixed by live news coverage of the World Trade Center bombing. (Remember, this is a flashback.) She calls Bill and Justin over.

Nora: Oh my God! Kitty lives like six blocks from there!

Nora tries frantically to call her daughter in New York, but the circuits are all busy. Bill, Nora and Justin continue watching TV and are treated to live news coverage of a plane colliding with the second tower. They are so traumatized that Bill drops his orange juice – the glass shattering and sending shards all over the kitchen floor. (This little detail about broken glass is sort of important guys. It figures into the story later, so remember it!)

We flash forward, back to the present and Kevin's law office. Scotty is taking care of some paperwork in order to receive his check – a reward for being a whistleblower. The notary public takes his fingerprint and then hands him the check. She exits, leaving Scotty and Kevin alone.

Kevin: So. You have any plans for lunch?
Scotty: Lunch? Us?
Kevin: Yeah. I thought we could celebrate with lunch. You could even buy now that you're so flush. Since we're sorta equals.
Scotty: Me having money makes us equals?

Oh God. Kevin sure put his foot in it this time. He is being so stupidly insulting. Understandable then that Scotty doesn't want to have anything further to do with him. What comes next is a bit less understandable. Scotty pulls the reward check out of his backpack and throws it back at Kevin.

Scotty: Give the plaintiffs my regards, but tell them I don't want or need their money. It took me a long time to figure out how much I'm worth and how it has nothing to do with money or anything else that people can point to. And it took you, let's see, two months? To make me feel worthless. Congratulations.

Hmm, so where do folks get that stereotype about gay men being drama queens again?

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