Cut to Susan, down at the police station, waving some paperwork in PP's face. "Solicitation?" she screeches, "You were arrested for solicitation?" PP claims it was "entrapment," that he's the "victim here." Susan: "But...you were with a prostitute?" PP looks over at the hooker-disguised policewoman and says, "Apparently not!" PP: "I asked her three times, 'Are you a cop?' They gotta tell you. But she didn't say boo!" And then, yelling over to the hooker-disguised lady cop: "I thought this was America!" Susan: "Addison! You just got caught paying for sex. Now is not the time to wrap yourself in the flag." PP keeps insisting that it's not his fault, which Susan, understandably, doesn't quite get: "I'm sorry, how is trying to pick up a hooker not your fault?" PP explains that he was sitting there, innocently working at his computer, when suddenly all these sexy pop-up ads appeared on his screen, and then he, in turn started...popping up. Susan, looking disgusted: "Can't you just go home and have sex with your wife like a normal person?" PP: "She's a sixty-eight-year-old woman. That bell stopped ringing for me years ago." So I guess Mr. Prudy is some kind of depressing troll-monster? Susan puts up her hands, all "OH MY GOD," and tells him just to stop talking, and then she gets up and...pays his bail! Huh? That's it? She's just going to help him? Because really, he's pretty horrible. Though...wait a second! Remember Born Free? How the game warden and his wife Joy taught Elsa to fear mankind by forcing themselves to be mean to her? Maybe that's what Prudy's doing for Susan! Even so, at the very least, Susan should have brought some photo albums down to the station, forcing PP to spend a few more hours reminiscing as punishment.

Next, we see Susan dropping of Mr. Prudy at his house. It seems it would make more sense if she drove him to wherever his car is parked, because how else is he going to get his car home? Unless the Prudys live within walking distance of a hooker pick-up spot, and his car is still parked at home? Which seems a little weird. Anyway, Papa Prudy asks if now, finally, he's off the hook, and they can give up on this "whole father-daughter thing." Susan takes a deep, thoughtful breath, and then tells him, "Thursday. Coffee at 2. Be on time." PP: "Don't take this the wrong way, but are you dim?" And the entire, twenty-six-million-strong viewing audience screams "Exactly!" Susan says something unbelievably saintly about how the whole point of getting to know her bio-dad was "to learn, not to judge." Finally, PP gives in: "I bring the coffee. That crap you made burnt a hole in my stomach." Susan smiles, and PP grumpily gets out of the car. And...what's this? In a twist that surprises no one, we see that Mrs. Prudy is sitting in her own car, and has been watching this entire scene play out between Papa Prudy and Susan, and I don't think she's getting the father-daughter vibe. Mrs. Prudy gasps, grabs a pen, and writes down Susan's license plate numbers.