Felicia, in an impressive display of multi-tasker-mastery, calls 911 while extracting a pint of her own blood. She clearly states that CreePaul has "been threatening" her. The operator asks whether Felicia's in immediate danger, and she admits that she isn't. The operator sadly informs her that there's nothing the police can actually do until CreePaul makes a move. Felicia: "Well I won't live in fear anymore. If you people refuse to confront him, I guess I'll just do it myself!" She calmly hangs up, and adds the full pint of blood to the pile in her refrigerator. She's one crazy, crazy cool customer.

Wired-up Susan -- wearing a very, very cute pink mannish button-up blouse covered with embroidered branches and birds (underneath which, as we soon see, is a very cute baby blue bra with pink flowers and black lace trim) -- makes a typically ham-fisted attempt to trap Edie's re-confession on tape. Edie -- who (despite the fact that she appears to doing little more than hanging around her house, eating popcorn) is wearing an insanely tit-tastic, night-on-the-town top (with a zip-front closure that can't...quite...make it...to the summit of Edie's daunting, swelling bosom) -- gleefully gives Susan another confession. The problem is her mouth is so full of popcorn that her words are too garbled to help Susan's case. So Susan, who is for some reason completely incapable of subtlety, rams her chest up by Edie's mouth and asks her to repeat her confession. Finally Edie figures out what's going on. She rips open Susan's cute shirt (thereby revealing the aforementioned bra, plus a bunch of tape and wiring). Susan makes a run for it, and Edie gives chase, yelling at the top of her lungs, "You can't outrun me, Mayer, I'm in the BEST SHAPE OF MY LIFE!" Ha, ha, ha! Susan: "Oh good, then you'll be prime-meat pickings when you go to jail!" Tee hee!