As Jude and Taylor exit the elevator, they approach a fancy part of the bank housing administrative personnel. They approach a security guard who is standing there.

"I don't suppose that you can loosen up your blazer so that you can entertain this jerk."

"You keep messing with me Jude, you're gonna be here all by yourself." She warns him.

"Tell the guard you're here to see Lyle Adams."

"Lyle Adams." She repeats to herself as she walks up to the security guard. "Hello, Sir. I'm here to see Lyle Adams, please." She says with a smile on her face.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No. I'm here for my health." Taylor responds snappishly, giving him a deadpan glare.

"Don't say that! Tell him Lisa Ritter is here." Jude tells her.

"You just tell him Lisa Ritter is here." She tells the guard in the same irritated tone she gave him.

"Just one moment, please."

"Don't embellish." Jude tells her.

"Ya, bald." Taylor shouts at the guard.

"Excuse me?" The guard asks her.

"Nothing." She waves him on with a small smile on her face. He walks on.

"Now listen, you're gonna meet one of Connor's coworkers. This guy Lyle is a big time jerk." Jude whispers to Taylor.

"Dammit, Jacob, this is annoying. Why are you whispering?" She asks him, irritably.

"Jesus, just be quiet and listen." He tells her, not even sure why he himself is whispering. "I've known him five years and he still thinks my name's Rick, yet oddly enough he's highly fond of Connor."

"Lord." She chuckles.

"Yup."

She sees the guard leaning over Mr. Adams' desk. Lyle looks up and sees Taylor. He shrugs his shoulders.

"Oh boy." Taylor starts, but Jude reassures her.

"He's a social moron. We once went to a party where he got so drunk, he could've partied with Anna Kendrick and he couldn't even remember it." He tells Taylor and she chuckles. "You don't have to worry about anything at all. Tell the guard Adams knows you. You spent time with him and his wife Emily at the Daniel's Christmas party last year."

The Guard comes back.

"What is this regarding?" He asks her.

"What? You're pulling my leg. He doesn't remember me?" She feigns as if she's in total shock and disbelief. "We were together at the Brewster's Christmas Eve party with his wife Shirley." She says before she embellishes on the story. "They had that lovely white tree... all those presents, must've been a thousand of them everywhere. Why, I'll never forget all those beautiful…."

Jude's now irritated by the fabricated story and he pokes her. She yelps, surprised, and glances around. The guard gives her an odd look.

"Oops. Sorry. I was carried away by that party that I forgot that I was here to do some business." She says as she forces a smile. He smiles back and then goes over to Mr. Adams.

"Would you quit poking me?!" She whispers.

"Oh, shut up." He says. "This'll be easy. Adams was so drunk at that party, he could have had a conversation with Tina Turner and he wouldn't remember." He tells her.

The Guard whispers in Adams's ear. Adams appears totally flummoxed. He looks up at Taylor, embarrassed, and waves. The Guard motions her to come back. She squeals with glee as she walks proudly over to his desk. He sticks out his hand.

"Hello, hello. Of course, of course. It's been so long."

"It's been such a long time." She smiles back at him.

"Ask him how Bobby and Snooky are." Jude tells her.

"How are Bobby and Snooky doing?" Taylor asks Lyle.

Lyle is perplexed.

"Why, they're just fine, thank you. Nice of you to ask. And how is your... family?"

"Ooh, they couldn't be better, thank you." She says, waving her hand a bit.

"Well, isn't that wonderful." Lyle says genuinely.

"Tell him you've been wondering how they did on the Gibraltar securities." Jude tells Lyle.

"So tell me, Adams, how did you do on the Gibraltar securities? I've been wondering how the deal went." Taylor tells Lyle.

Lyle is surprised by the question, but in a good way.

"The Gibraltar securities! Well, it looks like we topped out, huh?" He asks her happily.

"We sure did!" Jude says.

"We sure did." Taylor repeats.

"That was a wonderful tip." Says an impressed Lyle.

"Good old Randy". Jude says.

"Good old Randy. Randy's got a real head on his- her shoulders.

"Good save 'cause this Randy is a woman." Jude tells her.

"Sure does. Well... well. So what brings you here today?"

"You're closing an account." Jude tells her.

"Well, Lyle, I'm here to day because I need to close an account."

"Well... wonderful. Do you have your account number?"

"Yes." Jude says.

"Yes I do. It's-"

"526-23413." Jude reminds her.

"526-23-4-13." She tells him.

"You're doing beautifully." Jude praises her.

Taylor sighs deeply as Lyle punches Lisa Ritter's number into the computer. A seven-figured digit appears on the screen. He stares at it for a few seconds and then punches it in again.

"Well, Rita," Lyle says trying to remain calm. "You'll be withdrawing $9.2 million dollars from us today.

"9.2 MILLION DOLLARS?!" Taylor screams out in disbelief.

"Is that correct?" Lyle asks as she's looking around trying to regain her composure.

"Say 'yes' Taylor!" He tells her, trying to keep his composure as well.

"Yes! 9.2 million. That's right. That's right." She gasps out.

"Great." He chuckles. "And how will you want that?"

Taylor opens her mouth for a moment and then closes before she responds-

"Ones, Tens and twenties?" She says waving her hand in the air.

"Pardon me?"

"A cashier's check! Tell him a cashier's check." Jude tells her.

"A cashier's check would be a lot better, thank you."

"Excellent. Of course, you realize we're required to get some identification from everyone. It's just procedural. I'm sure that you understand." Lyle tells her.

"Of course!" She reassures him.

Taylor reaches into her purse and pulls out her 'driver's license, identification card and social security card' and hand them to Lyle. Lyle gets up and walks away from his desk. He seems unsteady on his feet. An officer at the next desk is using a brillo pad to clean a stain on his desk. Taylor smiles.

"You know, if you put that brillo pad in the freezer, it'll last twice as long." She advises the bank officer.

"Thank you." The officer nods appreciatively. "Could I interest you on a coffee date for such a suggestion?" He asks her.

"I'd like that." She says.

"Can I get your number?" He asks, taking his phone out.

"Sure. Here's mine." She says as they swap phones.

"If he's bad news, I'm going to haunt him." Jude warns her.

Lyle lays Taylor's ID, DL and her SS cards next to her signature card. The signatures match up. He nods his head in approval.