There's something about American love for acting that does not really "translate" to other cultures. I have the impression that Americans are obsessed with the "truth" while actually living life as a performance, lying a lot, and being disrespectful most of the time and this episode is a good example of all of that.
The Fig/Caputo relationship is an excellent example of total disrespect and awful unprofessional relationship, although I fear it's supposed to be "funny", even if there's nothing funny in disloyalty, embezzlement, fraud, and cynicism.
Then there is one of the standard scenes truly beloved by American show business: the public declaration of love, done a billion times in movies and TV shows. As if private love is a lesser love or not true unless you inform the whole world about it. So here we go again with the cloying Vause-Chapman affair and their continuous performing "We're so in love/hate" like teenagers when they're both close to 40.
Elsewhere, we're losing one of my favorites, albeit most despicable characters. Given that the boring lovey-dovey couple stays and Nichols goes, I cannot but rate this episode very low.