Cut to PI Ironside, upstairs at the Applewrong house. He's peeking out the front window, checking the coast for clearness. Wisteria Lane looks relatively free of suspicious characters, so PI Ironside walks over to the top of the basement stares and yells down to Caleb, who's manacled again and sitting crouched at the bottom of the stairs. But Caleb isn't budging. PI Ironside pulls his gun out of his waistband and starts barking out threats. Caleb, who's crying now (or maybe just really, really sweaty?), continues with the cringing and staring. Finally, PI Ironside sighs and starts stomping down the stairs. He's right in the middle of telling Caleb he's going to "beat the stupid right out of--" when the stair he steps on abruptly gives way. As he's falling, his gun flashes.
Seconds later, as PI Ironside dangles halfway through the staircase, he has just enough time to look at the bloody hole in his chest and then pointedly look at the gun in his hand before he leans forward and dies. I knew it! Ah, the inevitabilities of Wisteria Lane: just as we were so sure that Bree, with her pearls and her tray of fruit and croissants, was going to walk in on Andrew gaying it up, we also totally knew that the all-of-a-sudden rickety stairs were going to give out at a juicy moment. (Though, I must admit that I am surprised that after all that ominous, foreshadow-y huffing and puffing, Ironside's inhaler winds up having absolutely nothing to do with his demise. Quite the red herring! Touché, M. Cherry. Touché.)
When Betty and Matthew return, they discover Caleb sitting at the table, moaning and gobbling ice cream. Matthew and Betty stare at Caleb, and he blurts: "I didn't do it." Uh oh. Betty surveys the kitchen nervously as the "here comes trouble" fiddles sound. Together Betty and Matthew reach the top of the basement steps and look down and spy the half body on the stairs. Betty: "Oh dear." And...commercial!
Bree, still wearing the same outfit from the morning's blackmail session with Andrew, walks up to Edie's house. Karl answers the door, and Bree hands him a yellow-ribbon-covered basket full of muffins. He takes them from her, somewhat confusedly, and sniffs them as Bree launches in: "Quick question: when someone discusses a sensitive situation with a lawyer, such as yourself, when does attorney-client confidentiality kick in?" Karl, still baffled, answers, "From the moment a lawyer's been hired. Why?" Bree hands him a check for a hundred dollars and tells Karl, "My son is trying to blackmail me, and I want you to stop the little SOB." Karl looks down at his muffins, then gapes back up at Bree. And scene.