Okay, almost three-quarters of the way through the episode! Home stretch! (ABC: if I tell you where I buried the gold, will you stop the pain?)
Susan and Karl sit down on some charred chairs outside Susan's scorched house. Susan, doing a credible impression of a grown woman, tells Karl that she knows why he bought her the house, and she isn't going to get back together with him -- not now, not ever. She calmly delivers the blow that she plans on marrying Mike, and she presents him with divorce papers. For a second, it looks like manic Karl is going to laugh the whole thing off, but then his jokey-jokey starts to crack. He asks her whether Mike "popped the question," and she proudly tells him that he hasn't, but that she plans to do the honors herself tomorrow night. Karl looks at her (and maybe I'm reading more into Richard Burgi's expression here than there really is, but), he looks both proud and surprised, like maybe the Susan he knew back when they were married would have never been capable of such a self-assured and independent move as a Sadie Hawkins proposal: "This is a lot to ask for a man who still loves you, Susie." Aw. Susan very nicely pats him on the back and tells him she understands, and yet if he loves her, he needs to set her free. He takes a deep breath and signs the divorce papers, "joking" that "if it doesn't work out, [she knows] where to find [him]."
Lynette and Tom are at home, and they've got eight million money-type papers spread out on the bed. They're trying to squeeze a Nora payoff out of their vastly depleted savings without having to dip in to the kids' college fund. Lynette guesses they need about $30k up front to get Nora to sign away her claim on back child support payments; otherwise, if Nora takes them to court and she wins, Tom and Lynette could lose the whole house. Tom is bummed. In fact, he's on the verge of a tantrum: he keeps saying how very "screwed" they are. Lynette is frustrated and sad, but she's still hanging in there: "I know we're using up a huge chunk of our savings, but if it keeps that crazy woman out of our lives, it's the best money we've ever spent." Well said.
Bree, after a night in restraints and a day of janitorial abuse, is apparently primed and ready for a session with Dr. Not-So-Good Barr. Bree readily agrees that her story about her daughter running off with a murderer was indeed a doozy. Barr grills her about what's really going on, and she admits that the reason she hasn't been talking about her kids is probably because she's "ashamed" about how much she's failed as a parent. Barr asks her what she would say if her kids were standing right there in the room with them. Bree, with scary intensity, tells him that she'd ask Andrew for "forgiveness," and she'd tell Danielle that she has "a plan to protect her." Right on cue, Barr swings at her juicy, juicy pitch: "And just what is that plan?" he asks. Bree answers by throwing the relaxing desk sand garden right into his face; then she takes off. Bree walks slowly, deliberately down the hall until the alarm sounds. She steps behind a pillar and waits. MacOrson is there, reading to his quiet "friend," and he locks eyes with Bree. She nods a warning plea for him to stay quiet, and he nods his agreement with her plan. Two guards run in from outside, and Bree catches the door before it closes. With one last intense look back at MacOrson (he nods approvingly at her), she's off, off like a pair of too-tight shoes.