Lynette's version of doing what she must is to sass her way on over to Paul Young's to yell at him for having a bunch of ex-cons converge on his house from every direction. The Wrong Kind Of People! Lynette is angry! But she's also offended by Paul -- who is wearing a lovely pinstripe today -- jumping the gun by assuming just because he's totally going to win, that he's going to win: She still thinks the Wisteria Lane HOA is going to somehow defeat him before he can even get the place built. Which is where the guys are coming from: They're volunteers from "a dreadful facility on skid row" that have been told they can come to the new facility if they help build it. The swine! The Wrong Kind Of People, contributing manual labor for a second chance at a better life!
Paul tells Lynette that the ex-cons will be raping her children and stealing her objects, so she calls a meeting of the ladies. He's got the confidence of a man with at least one more HOA vote than they think he has, so that probably means he... Nope, they lost track of that obvious thought. Clearly, the ladies decide, the solution is to bother everybody and spy on everybody and make sure nobody sells him their house... For I guess the rest of their lives. I don't see an end date on this plan, or the menace of Paul buying things. They repeat the racist code phrase from last week -- "I love this neighborhood, and I don't want it to 'change'" -- and head off to bother everybody.
Mary Alice -- the kidnapping, addict-stabbing expert on people of differing class -- approves, although she seems to have forgotten the complexities of her relationships with these people: "And with that, my friends went to work trying to stop Paul Young. He knew what they were up to, but he didn't care. He should have! Paul had forgotten what Ordinary Men And Women will do to protect themselves ... from The Wrong Kind Of People."
They keep showing this gun that seemingly belongs to Bob and/or Lee, but I doubt very highly it's the gay ones being talked about here. She did say ordinary men (and women), and Bob and Lee are historically about as teeth-grittingly welcome on Wisteria as Hector and Carmen.
"It was just before sunrise on Wisteria Lane when a cab arrived, and a woman departed. She left the street quietly. But news of her disappearance would soon spread. And the sound would be deafening." The lady is Mitzi, the paranoia is all Lynette's, and the riot is hardly "deafening." Unless you count the cheers of a nation once Susan gets trampled.