A couple of cops show up at Lynette's house investigating an act of vandalism. She thinks they want the kids, but they're in fact looking into a window-smashing at Rick's new place. Tom shows up at the door in his work shirt and is cool as ice as he tells the cops he was home early that night, enlisting Lynette as his accessory after the fact by making her his alibi. Put on the spot, she lies to the cops as well, and then Tom follows them down the sidewalk before she can talk to him about it. Yeah, he's going to pay for that later.
Gabby is already back at the store, happily loading up her convertible in the handicapped spot. Carlos is nowhere in sight, if you'll pardon the expression. A guy in a wheelchair, on his way in from the distant reaches of the parking lot, complains to Gabby about her taking the spot. She's predictably unsympathetic. "I have to walk in heels all day long!" she complains. "You get to sit in a chair and roll!" Things escalate, with another guy rolling up and then going off to get a security guard, while Gabby gets into a physical altercation with the first guy and sends him coasting down the lane. "Well, it's official, I'm going to Hell," Gabby realizes before rushing into her car. Was it Sartre who said, "Hell is Gabby"?
Lynette comes to see Tom at work and asks what the hell's up with him, with the whole making her lie to the police deal. "Did you know perjury is, like, this whole big thing?" she demands. Tom says she's overreacting, which she says she would be if she threw a brick through him. Tom explains that he just went by to see how the construction was going, saw the picture window, and a pile of bricks. Lynette says they got over the whole thing with Rick, but Tom is clearly not.
Susan is all jubilant at having caught Orson naked again, this time in her front yard. Now she has proof that she isn't crazy! "I didn't mean to do it," he mumbles. "I didn't mean it, Mike." Susan finally catches the snap that he's sleepwalking, which means that the proof that she isn't stupid will have to wait for another occasion. She slaps him awake. "Oh, dear God!" Orson exclaims as he realizes his state, and he dashes off for home. Susan has to yell out and remind him that he's staying with her, and he scampers back in. "There you go," Susan cringes.
Inside, wrapped in a blanket and sipping a cup of coffee, Orson claims to Susan that he doesn't sleepwalk. Susan asks if anything's bothering Orson and brings up what Orson said about Mike, and Orson suddenly thinks it would be a good idea for him and Bree to move back home. And in the meantime, since Susan's got a teenage daughter in the house, he agrees to sleep in boxers. Now that's a gentleman.