Okay. This show is retarded, so let"s get it done. There are four men who are buddies and belong to the same country club: Duncan (Dylan McDermott), Brody (Christopher Titus), Karl (Josh Malina), and James (Michael Vartan). As is usual in this kind of scenario, it"s hard to believe they"re friends. Duncan is the head of a cosmetics company and a twice-divorced Lothario who"s on good (read: Posturepedic) terms with his first wife; less good is his relationship with his daughter, which is unfortunate, since she"s the most enjoyable character on the show. Duncan gives her a job, and they eventually come to an understanding. Brody works in crisis management, which doesn"t seem to help with his wife, given that all he does is complain about how hard to please she is. Karl is a billionaire who"s a total dweeb and is cheating on a wife who"s a billion times too good for him. James is the moral center of the show; he gets fired from his exec position, but his boss dies in a bit of sketch comedy that Desperate Housewives would have rejected as too over-the-top, and conveniently, the boss hadn"t yet told anyone about the firing, so James is not only still employed but is in the running to take over the CEO position. James then finds out that his wife and his boss were screwing, which is ridiculous, since the boss was an older thin-haired dickhead and James is MICHAEL VARTAN, and then he gets the CEO job, which is even more ridiculous, given that the speech he gave to the board in pursuit of that goal would have ended up on The More You Know"s cutting-room floor. Karl"s bimbo mistress gets fed up with him and befriends his wife. Don"t care. Brody has to plan a birthday party for his wife. Also don"t care. And a reporter starts fishing around for dirt on Duncan, and we learn that he once got a bathroom-stall blowjob from a hooker -- who just so happened to be a tranny. Duncan and Brody go on a mission to find the tranny and pay her off, but it turns out the reporter got to her first and wired her up, so it looks like Duncan will bear the brunt of clever tabloid headlines and limericks soon enough. You guys, McDermott and Vartan are still scorching, and I feel particularly bad for Vartan, since he"s trying his damndest to sell dialogue that could suck your soul right out of your body, but this show is...not good. I will have no choice but to talk a lot more about that in the full recap, but I feel I must point out that Vartan didn"t even take his shirt off.