(Lynette takes a Lotus out for a test drive, then parks it in front of Carlos's house, then winds Tom up about how Carlos has a Lotus, then goads him into accepting the job from Glenn. Tom goes haywire and storms towards Carlos's house to yell at him about the Lotus, so Lynette comes clean about the obvious fact that she's been screwing with his head this whole time. Tom physically threatens his wife, then they go for a joyride in the Lotus. Even though Tom has this massive mythological dick, he is not immune to the power of the Lotus. It thrums beneath him; he decides to be a rich person and fulfill the prophecy from Lynette's whore mother storyline where they talked about how money makes you shitty. The Scavos: Have not so far to fall.)

Paul: "Hey, Susan. I've never seen your shitty apartment before except for when I watched you in your webcam porno."
Susan: "Hey, Paul. You're the only thing that makes me bearable, once again."
Paul: "Can I please come inside, or should I break down on your porch in a way that is both pathetic and strangely alluring?"
Susan: "First one, then the other."

Paul: "I would like you to have my wife's kidney. I have it here in a brown paper bag."
Susan: "I mean, but you were right: We were horrible to her, for no real reason, same as we're always being horrible to you for no reason. What changed?"
Paul: "Basically I realized I was acting like you. Getting in everybody's way for no reason, taking ludicrous moral stands, and generally being a pill."
Susan: "Hold on, I'm sure I can find a way to be ungrateful about this..."

(...But she doesn't! It is shocking! She is totally gracious and sweet about it, and gives him a much-needed hug, and he cries on her shoulder, and for a second you could be fooled into thinking that this show has any class whatsoever. It is awesome.)

Warden: "Felicia, your daughter is dead. And because victimhood trumps everything on this show -- even, as here, the reflected halo of somebody else's tragedy -- you magically get out of jail. I hope you were serious about burying the hatchet and not just playing poor Paul for a sucker."
Felicia: (Creepiest motherfucking smile of all time.)

The End.