Bree is brooding in the window seat by her bed. Rex notices that she's awake and asks her what she's thinking about. "You really want to know?" Bree asks in the lost robot voice of the day she couldn't decide what to wear. Rex: "Bree, I'm not feeling too hot right now, so just tell me. What's up?" Bree: "I was thinking that the biggest mistake of my entire life was agreeing to marry you." Rex: "Let me guess, I've done something wrong." Bree, angry now: "Forcing me to share in your depraved pastime wasn't bad enough, you had to share my humiliation with your co-workers?" It's weird to me that Bree takes George at face value when there are actually other people who know about Rex's love of M&M and who could have also started the rumor...evil Andrew perhaps? Or the minister, for that matter. But I guess it just goes to show how weakened her marriage that she's so ready to believe a story about Rex's betrayal. Rex is completely confused. Bree: "Everybody's talking about our sex life -- every sordid little detail, right down to that box of perversions you keep in the closet." Rex gets out of bed, more confused than ever -- and upset, too, as I'm sure it isn't exactly pleasant for him to discover that his secret is out. He asks who told her this, and Bree hesitates just a hair before insisting that it doesn't matter. Rex: "It does matter because I never said anything!" Bree: "Well, then, how do people know? Because we both know that I wouldn't say anything." Unless, of course, you're hosting a gay-intervention sausage dinner. Rex asks why he would say anything, and Bree thinks maybe he was bragging, or maybe he subconsciously wanted to hurt her. Man, that George knew what he was doing when he came up with this fib, holy shit! "Well, congratulations, because I am officially destroyed," Bree says and sinks onto the bed, her head in her hands.

And then Rex has a heart attack. Bree laughs and accuses Rex of not actually having a heart attack. Rex tells her in a firm, calm voice that actually, yes, he is having a heart attack, and she needs to bring him to the hospital. Now. And for a second it seems as though this moves her. She hands him his robe and tells him to go downstairs and wait for her, and that she'll be right down. It isn't readily apparent why she doesn't just go with him right then and there, or why she doesn't call 911, but I think at first Bree has every intention of hustling on out of the house.