When we return, Bree has changed out of the dress and back into her street clothes. She eyes the accordion-style stretch bars, which are clasped closed with a strange spring-lock. If only she had a leverage-making device of some sort. She walks over to a mannequin and stares it down. And...

...Bree has the mannequin's plastic arm in her hands, and she's using it to wedge the bars open wide enough to let her squeeze through. I'm not sure what she's going to do when she gets past the gates and has to contend with the glass doors themselves, which are almost surely rigged up with some kind of alarm? We never find out, though, because just when she's halfway through the bars, the plastic arm breaks and the gate snaps closed. Bree's trapped! Huh, I wonder why she didn't just sleep it off in the dressing room and then sneak out in the morning? That might have been easier.

Cut to the phone ringing in some guy's bedroom. Who the hell...oh right! Hempy. God, was that this same episode? Though it seems like decades since we first met him, I'm happy to report that Hempy still appears to have all his teeth. Actually, he looks pretty good, or at least his naked, naked chest does. Oh, and of course, it's the caged bird Bree on the other end of the phone, calling for help.

Hempy arrives at McMacy's, a security guard in tow. The security guard is totally tickled by the situation, and he self-snaps a cell-pic of himself grinning next to Bree, much to her chagrin.

Later, in Hempy's car, Bree spills the whole story about Andrew's threats. Hempy, totally amazed: "Your son threatened you with repressed memories. Oh my god. He is seriously twisted. I gotta meet this kid." Bree, disgusted: "You sound like you're impressed." Hempy admits that he is, and that it "sounds like [Bree's] definitely raising an alpha male." Despite herself, Bree laughs weakly, but then she snaps, "I'm raising a monster, is what I'm raising. It's no wonder I drink." Realizing what she just said, she tries to back out of it by insisting that it doesn't necessarily mean that she has a problem. Hempy very nicely points out that passing out and getting trapped in a store might be construed as problematic. Bree fiercely stands her ground, claiming that this night was an "unusual situation." Hempy wisely says nothing; he just kind of looks at her sympathetically instead. And it does the trick. Bree crumbles, and in a very sad monologue, she tells Hempy that she wishes he could have met her when Rex was still alive, back when she was a much better Bree. She thinks Hempy might have liked her then. He really nicely tells her that he likes her fine now. Bree, so, so sadly: "Really? Because I don't." Aw.