Edie and Susan get home. Susan is slightly less ashy. "Edie, please talk to me," she says. Nothing. "I've been thinking about this for the last ninety miles and you don't have to forgive me. You can go to the police, kick me, burn MY house down. You just have to know that I am so racked with guilt that I don't think it's possible for me to suffer more than I'm already suffering." Silence. "Boy. I'd like to put that theory to the test," Edie finally says. And so Susan tells her again to do what she wants, but to know that she's sorry. She gets out of the car and starts up her front walk. "I'm not going to the police." Edie calls after her. She doesn't want to screw up her insurance check. But she wants something in return. She wants to come to poker: "I'm not saying I'll go, and I'm not saying that you and your little friends have to be nice to me, but yeah. Once in a while it'd be nice to be asked." Susan, of course, agrees to this: "We meet Tuesday and it's pot luck lunch. Everyone has to bring something." "I'm not bringing anything," Edie tells her. "Oh, you don't have to," Susan perks, and thanks her. She's going in to shower, but Edie stops her: she doesn't want Mrs. Kravitz to go down some common drain. She'd like to hose Susan off in the front yard. That way, Mrs. Kravitz can look at her own house for all eternity, and keep an eye on the neighborhood. And so she blasts Susan with the hose, right there in the yard. Huh. I kind of like Edie now. Who could possibly have predicted?
Time for the final MAVO montage. Felicia looks at her sister's "missing" flyer, and then crumples it and throws it away. MAVO blabs about death and life and yammer yammer yammer. Across town, Carlos and Gabrielle make out. Lynette tries to do yoga at home, and looks miserable. Suck it, bitch. Karma is going to rock your world and not in the hot way. Mike looks sadly at his photo of the Mystery Dead Chick. So does Frank. And George sits down to dinner and pops in a videotape. It's the security footage from KimberBree's most recent visit to the pharmacy. Why, that's not creepy at all!