And back to the swanky prison where convicts get to lounge all the livelong day. Mike and CreePaul are still in the recreation area, only now they're alone. Because what prison doesn't shift all its inmates to a new space just so two convicts can have a little private time? Mike is upset to learn that he has a son, and mad that no one even bothered to tell him. CreePaul offers the half-hearted explanation that people probably didn't want to jar his fragile psyche after all that coma time. Whatever. Mike's already been arrested for murder, which is even harder than (or at least on par with, depending on your views about having children) the news that you have a surprise son, even a black-souled son like Zana (though Mike doesn't even remember him). So CreePaul's favor: Zana won't respond to any of CreePaul's attempts to get in touch, so CreePaul wants Mike to ask Zana to come and pay CreePaul a visit. Because Zana's all he's got in this world! Mike: "That's one hell of a favor. Man, you've got some nerve." CreePaul: "I know, it's kind of what got me in here." Despite Mike's grumpiness (having someone ask you for a favor right after they had your ass kicked would make anyone crabby), you can tell he's sympathetic to CreePaul's plea. Which begs the question: if CreePaul's request was so easy to make a case for, why did he go through all those shenanigans with the hired thugs?

Another bouquet of flowers arrives for Gabby. Susan and Lynette watch the florist arrive from across the street. Susan wonders if it's Gabby's birthday or something, and Lynette dishes the news about Zana's big crush on Gabby, and how he's burning all this money because his inheritance came through when he turned eighteen "last month." Wait, but I thought Zana said he was a few months older than John the Gardener. And isn't John at least twenty? What with his fancy landscaping business and his fiancée? Susan, schemingly: "So Zach Young is loaded, huh?" Cut to...