Mike corners Susan while she's unloading her groceries. He thinks she's avoiding him. Over his shoulder, Susan sees the cops suddenly swarming Wisteria Lane, because it has taken them two days to act on the Mrs. Kravitz tip. And Mike, who has clearly never watched an episode of anything in his life, continues focusing on Susan despite the fact that her eyes are darting around, she's acting shifty, and she keeps peering over his shoulder. She tries to avoid accepting Mike's dinner invitation until she sees a cop motioning for her to get down; at this, she hands Mike her groceries and then dives for the turf, because she is melodramatic. As the cops cuff Mike and drag him away, Susan watches, with a sadness I can only hope is replicated when she looks in the mirror later and realizes she's wearing orange furry pants, a shirt halfway between olive and lime, and a brown bra. She looks like a pile of dead leaves in October.
Over at Casa Condom, KimberBree and her family are eating dinner. Andrew makes fun of Zack's pool-party invitations. It's kind of mean of Andrew, but they did sort of look like they should have been for a party thrown for an eleven-year-old, and I can at least understand why people aren't like, "Hello? Evite, anyone?" Rex and KimberBree smile across the table at each other, apparently basking in the glow of familial love, and the bonds that bashing another person's kid can forge. Oh well, at least this isn't as miserable a family table as it used to be. Andrew says he plans to attend the party because he and his friends think swimming might be fun, even if the rest of it sucks. KimberBree fishes for information and decides that Andrew will use the party to pork his friend, "Lisa with the pierced navel," so she levies an 11 PM curfew on pool-party night. Rex heaves a sigh and points out that a curfew is not a chastity belt. Penetration happens before 11, sometimes, KimberBree. "You may be able to abdicate parental responsibility, but I cannot," she retorts airily. Andrew is amused, and wonders if this has to do with the condom. KimberBree threatens that if Andrew gets Lisa pregnant, he has to marry her. Rex clearly wants to drop through the floor. You know, even if he thinks this will do nothing to prevent The Sex, it wouldn't kill him to back KimberBree up on teenage pregnancy being a real risk, and not an ideal one. I like Rex, largely because Steven Culp is a worthy Marcia Cross opponent, but dude, sack up and parent.
Anyway, Andrew thinks this is all hilarious, which galls KimberBree until Andrew giggles that the condom isn't his. And KimberBree is about to get up in Rex's grill again, until Andrew very pointedly looks at Danielle and snickers. Rex's face falls, because apparently a young boy getting out his hammer for some nailing is very funny unless it is your daughter who is the one being pounded. But with your son -- well, boys will be carpenters. And hey, Jesus was a carpenter, and KimberBree has a framed picture of him in the hallway, so it can't be all bad. But Danielle hangs her guilty head as KimberBree and Rex gasp in unison. "You suck, you know that?" she pouts to her amused brother. We fade to black figuring that, yeah, he kind of does, but also, who among us wouldn't have done the same under false accusation?