Across the party, Lynette is breast-feeding. "Ouch. Ease up, ya little vampire," she says to the poor kid. Mrs. Kravitz sweeps into frame. "Are you aware of what your sons are doing?" she asks. The twins and that random other kid we never see anymore are splashing around in the swimming pool, and they look quite happy about it. All the guests stare. Dudes, it's a funeral and they're little kids. I say, let them swim. Swim, dammit! Swim! But Lynette runs down to the pool and hisses that this is a wake, for Christ's sake. The boys chirps that they prepared by putting their swimsuits on under their clothes before they left the house, and isn't that clever? But Lynette is, per usual, furious. She demands that they get out of the pool. No! Yes. No! Yes. No! So Lynette hands some random dude the baby and wades into the pool in her clothes, without taking her shoes off first. And I know that she sacrificed her footwear so that they could get this shot of her high heels trudging through the water, but no woman would ever ruin her shoes like this. Not to mention the fact that Lynette, in doing this, is really making more of a spectacle of her family than would be created just by letting the kids swim. At any rate, she pulls them out of the drink and turns to Creepy Paul and tells them that they have to leave. And she's real sorry about how his wife is all dead and stuff.

But MAVO doesn't think Lynette should have been so worried about Creepy Paul. "He had other things on his mind," she intones. "Things BELOW THE SURFACE." He stares menacingly at the pool. How not at all mysterious!

After the ads, it is morning on Wisteria Lane. The Scavos scream. Gabrielle does yoga. KimberBree cleans the toilet. Julie kicks a ball into Mike's yard and goes over there to get it. And by "goes over there to get it," I mean, "goes over there to snoop."