Later, Bill quietly enters through the sliding glass door of Margene's darkened house. At the kitchen sink, he has a moment of panic when he thinks he's lost his wedding ring. But he finds it and slips it on, a split-second before Margene appears and turns on the overhead light. He makes the usual cheating-husband excuses about how his business dinner went late and it was a bunch of boring shop talk, and Margene makes the quite unusual jilted-wife response of, "I hope they appreciated how handsome you look." Bill's surprised by this compliment where he expected suspicion, but he's also too dumb to be anything but flattered and then horny and then, probably, even dumber.
The Hollies' "Long Cool Woman (in a Black Dress)" starts playing as the scene shifts to the street out front. A couple of women we've never seen before -- one short, one tall -- walk up the street and approach Bill's boat. They don't look mainstream, but they don't look like Juniper Creekers either, unless they walked all the way from the compound, lived under a bridge for a few weeks, and then got dragged around the neighborhood behind one of Roman's Humvees for a while. One of the women has a mason jar of clear fluid, and the other has a box of kitchen matches, one of which she lights. Hey, that's not how you christen a boat!
Inside the house, Margene's already asleep. Bill's about to join her in bed, but the flames outside the window attract his dismayed attention. He peers under the blinds, but all he sees is his new boat going up in smoke. "Had it all!" Allen Clarke remarks mockingly on the soundtrack as the song and the scene cut off.
Next morning, the new boat is a molten, smoking hunk of charred fiberglass. On the plus side, if they take it out for a cruise today, the lake's smell won't seem so noticeable. Bill tells Don, standing next to him in the driveway, that he doesn't want his wives to know that the Fire Marshal is investigating this for arson. I'm pretty sure that's something I would want my wives to know. "Boats tend not to spontaneously combust," Don remarks, which, given Bill's earlier lack of knowledge about boats, may well have been news to him. Don thinks it was Roman, but Bill doesn't think arson is Roman's style. The discussion is put off for the moment when Ben comes out with an expectant look on his face. Bill tells Ben that he can't take him to the DMV today as planned, apparently because now he has to watch his crispy Criss Craft get towed away, which is going to put a big old ten-second crater in the middle of his morning. Ben's disappointed, but he says he'll ask Barb. Bill reminds Ben to take his time with parallel parking, then watches the S.S. Duraflame get hauled off down the street. Nobody is more disappointed than me; I would have loved to see Bill tooling around on the Great Salt Lake with the boat's trailer still attached underwater.