It’s 1989 and Mo makes his first big “discovery” as a newly minted jazz producer. Dawn’s still serving time for masterminding Black Monday, Blair learns the hard way how to play politics, and Keith discovers that the late Lenny Leighman has some big follicles to fill. Mo hatches a plot to get Dawn an early release.

Keith thinks he’s the perfect tailor-made business-wiz Tiff and Corkie need to rebrand Pfaffashions and put it back in the money. Dawn and Mo negotiate their new work/life balance the way they negotiate everything else – no holds barred. Blair has a near-death sexperience and makes a new frienemesis.

Dawn puts on a show at her new “job” for her parole officer, while Blair puts on a show for the RNC. Mo makes a big personal announcement, and Keith tries to please Larry. Blair shoots for political points and his electroshock therapist gets a shock of his own.

Mo tries to keep up with Nomi but he comes to realize that time catches up with us all when he finds he can’t party like he used to. Meanwhile, Dawn’s attempt to get him to slow down backfires. Elsewhere, Pastor Newell’s funeral planning goes off the rails and ends with a bang.

Mo and Dawn are at odds when it comes to Nomi’s musical future. Meanwhile, Keith, Tiff and Corkie combine forces to make a damage-control commercial for Pfaffashions. Elsewhere, Blair gets a panic room to panic in.

Mo tries to make his own bachelor party happenin’. A killer is still on the loose and they’ve chosen to celebrate in a cabin…in the woods. Keith enjoys his social status upgrade until someone unexpected returns.