Everybody's got to learn the way the world really is. Billy's just teaching her.

Leo allows himself to be escorted home, rather than jumping. Daimler puts the young prince to bed.

Caleb tries to put himself in a favorable position for the inevitable. It doesn't work out.

"It's Karen," she says hopelessly in the middle of his doorway like he wouldn't know her a thousand other ways. The whiff of perfume on her, Viktor & Rolf Flowerbomb trapped underneath a thick smear of booze, or the sound of her shoes on the hard tile floor. She's drunk already; her breathing is faint and thready. Her face is too hot.