Gabby's back at prison, showing off her amazing Photoshopping prowess to Carlos. Wait, for this to be even remotely credible, shouldn't Carlos have given blood or something? At least that's how it went down on Veronica Mars. Beyond all believability, Carlos seems to take the paternity test, and his claim to father-ship, at face value. Yet still, it isn't enough for him. "What do you want," Gabby asks exasperatedly, "a Father's Day card?" Carlos, it appears, is still angry that she did the one thing he asked her not to do, i.e. have hot and thorough sex many, many times with an underage gardener. "And you knew the one thing I didn't want was a child," Gabby counters, "and you still tricked me into getting pregnant." Carlos: "That's not the same thing." Gabby: "Damn straight -- what you did was worse." Gabby and Carlos glare at each other fiercely for a few seconds, and then Carlos kind of crumples. "We're not very nice people, are we?" he says. Right ON! Hurray, hip-hip! That should be the town's new motto, on the Welcome sign and on every bumper sticker on every car in town. That should be the title of this show! Gabby agrees that they're not very nice people. Breakthrough! "Ohhh," Carlos sighs with much fatigue, "when we got married, I thought we were going to be so happy." Gabby agrees again. She adds, "Look on the bright side: at least we're still rich." Carlos says, "Thank god for that." Exactly.