Mike comes to get Paul, who's justifiably wary, and he's like, "The reason I didn't tell you where he was before is I didn't know what you wanted to do to him. But whatever it is, it can't be worse than what he's doing to himself." Paul pretends he doesn't care because of how the kid shot him, but Mike just looks him in the eye: "He's your son. He's my son. He needs our help." So they head over there, but first they make out a little bit in the pickup truck. It's a time of heightened emotion for everybody.

Dave Foley will be leasing an apartment close to Susan's sad, sad apartment, thank you very much. Susan gets one very awesome line -- "Here's the thing about that. There's close, and then there's Glenn Close" -- and she calls him a stalker, then invites him into her home so that he can murder her and wear her clothes. She shows him a picture of Clan Delfino and notes the lack of negative space around them: "I want you to see that there isn't room for anyone else in that picture." So now that everything's on the table, we can just forget this whole insane sad plan, right?

Come on. Have you met Susan? Of course she's like, "I don't approve of your life, and frankly I wish I didn't know you, because you are lame and sucky and I don't even remember you from high school, and you are a pathetic doughy stalker. But the tricky part is," she literally says, "I still need your kidney. So how about you give me your kidney, and then we never talk again and you just go die in a hole somewhere?" Dave Foley is like, "That plan sounds shitty," and Susan's all, "Can't blame a girl for trying! You have no idea the depths to which I will casually sink."

Dave Foley starts crying about how pathetic this whole charade was, and she pats his arm awkwardly from across the room and waits for him to leave, and it's hilariously awkward. But still much cooler than the usual Susan move, which would be to wait until the kidney was safely inside her arid abdomen and then call the cops on him. (Although what if he shows up in the third act still crazy and tries to murder everybody? That would he so freakin' great. I forgot how much I loved Dave Foley until the Mayor's Wife on Death Comes To Town, which was one of his best performances I can think of in his whole career, seriously; it's worth watching that series just for her.)