Justin sneaks up on a satin-robe-clad Gabrielle in her bathroom. And when he lecherously asks her if there's anything else Mr. Solis wants done, Gabrielle does the intelligent thing and admits to Creepy, Horny Youth that she is alone in the house because her thug husband is out with his lawyer. Justin immediately takes this chance to grope at her and coo that if she got to know him better, she'd find him fun; Gabrielle tries to kick him out. Justin grabs her. "Be nice," he warns. She slaps him, and Justin immediately scolds her for it. "Do you know how easy it would be for me to call my husband and tell him what you tried to do?" she hisses. Justin, no slouch in the blackmail department, sneers that it would be just as easy as him calling Carlos to blow the lid off his wife's infidelity with Miguel. Gabrielle recoils. Justin apologizes. "But you're going to have to be nice to me, at least once," he warns her before leaving. Gabrielle is galled. We fade to black figuring that Gabrielle's vagina must be made of molten gold, or something, the way it's being prized.
Susan apparently got the answer she wanted out of her Magic 8-Ball of Mike -- "Can I still sleep with him now?" "IT IS CERTAIN" -- and so she trots across the street the minute she sees the cop car dump him at home. "Are you okay?" she says sweetly. Mike says he's embarrassed, and that he's probably the talk of the neighborhood, as if he wasn't already simply by dint of being the only single, hot plumber on the block. Susan lies that people totally aren't buzzing about why the single, hot plumber on the block bumped off the older, gossiping busybody, and I guarantee you that somebody's answer has the word "fuck-swing" in it. Susan is radiant with the news that she is providing Mike his alibi: "I told the police we were...together...the night [Mrs. Kravitz] was killed, and that I could never forget that night," she pants. Mike is heartened that Susan doesn't think he did it; Susan responds with an eagerness that would seen to convey that she's not entirely convinced -- "I could never think you killed anyone, even if I wasn't [your alibi]...but I am" -- but she's also a chronic verbal diarrhetic, so who knows. Mike lets us know that, yes, jail was gross, so he wants to go take a shower. He and Susan make plans to connect by phone later.
KimberBree and her canary-yellow cardigan -- they dress her in such nice, vibrant colors -- drop by Miguel's apartment for a chat. "What can I do for you?" Miguel asks politely. KimberBree announces that Danielle is planning to have his Lincoln Log with her cherry on top, and would Miguel please tell her he is allergic to anything from the berry family?