A hopping-mad Betty shows up at Bree's doorstep, and a preternaturally calm, and wine-toting Bree invites her in and offers her a drink. But this isn't a friendly visit! Betty asks if it's true what Caleb said -- that a pretty redheaded lady walked into their house. Bree calmly agrees that indeed it is. Betty wags her finger and threatens that "there will be hell to pay" if ever Bree breaks in to the Applewrong house again! But Bree is unfazed. She leans against her banister, all nonchalant, and asks Betty, "Aren't you going to ask me what we talked about? The name, uh, Melanie Foster came up. I'm going to pour you a drink now, Betty. Because we're about to have a very honest discussion, and I think you're going to need a little help getting through it." Betty just stands there, stunned, looking not at all unlike she just ate a pound of raw bacon.
Mike, standing in front of Noah's bed, confesses that the grandkid's name is Zach Young, and that way back when, daughter Deirdre was strung out and gave the kid away. Noah tells Mike that he wants to meet Zach. Mike pissily informs Noah that Zach lives with his dad, and that he can't be whisked away on Noah's whim. Noah snaps that if Mike can't do the Zach-whisking, then Detective Sullivan can. Mike: "Is that really the way you want to meet him? Have that thug drag him in here so Grandpa can give him a hug?" Noah sees the wisdom of Mike's ways, so he gives him two days to find a less invasive way to bring Zach to meet him. And is devious Felicia sitting in the other room, listening to the whole conversation over some kind of weird baby monitor? You bet your bacon she is!
Bree's house. Betty and Bree are sitting at the table, each with a drink in hand. Betty looks tired as slowly she tells her story. Apparently Matthew used to date Melanie, and they had a rocky relationship: lots of break-ups and get-back-togethers. One day, during one of Matthew and Melanie's break-ups, Caleb arranged to have Melanie meet him out at some lumberyard. When she arrived, he told her that he loved her and would treat her better than Matthew did. She laughed at him: "He tried to show her that he was serious by kissing her, and she hit him." Caleb got mad and, in his rage, grabbed a nearby axe; the next thing Caleb knew, she was dead. Betty: "Yes, my Caleb killed Melanie. But I couldn't let him go to jail. Or worse, be put down for what was really my crime...it was my responsibility. I was supposed to be protecting him from himself. I am his mother. That was my job." By the end of the story, Betty is weeping stoically. It's a sad, and moving scene, and Alfre Woodard delivers it superbly. And I'm inclined to buy Betty's story, because it sounds pretty convincing. Then again, so did the story she told that therapist so that she could get those sleeping pills, so who knows what to believe? Bree, though, is clearly moved, and she leans over and puts her hand over Betty's.