In the house, Orson sneaks around, seeing a wine glass next to Bree's non-alcoholic drink. Angie's calling Bree, but Karl tells her to ignore the call. Orson starts up the stairs as Angie calls again. Bree answers, and Angie tells her to get the man out of her room now. Bree innocently says, "What? There's no man in my room." Angie says that's great, since Orson's home, and Bree gasps. Orson's upstairs. He looks in the guest room, then opens Bree's bedroom door. She says hi to him as she applies lotion in bed. We pan out to see Karl's clothes behind Bree's pillow and her phone on the nightstand. She's still connected to Angie. Bree tells Orson he's home early, and wonders why he's back so soon as outside, Angie sees a naked Karl standing on the roof outside Bree's window. Orson tells Bree he's getting a cold and hates to be sick away from home. He jumps into her closet and she asks what he's doing. Orson says there was a glass of wine downstairs, so she's not alone. Angie's hearing all this, of course, so as Bree stutters about how insulted she is that Orson would even think that... Angie runs in with her wine glass. She comes in the room, and then says, "Wow, I pop home for five minutes to toss some clothes in the dryer and you've got a man in your room." Orson's surprised she was here, but they pretend they were just gossiping. Orson could use a glass of wine, so they send him downstairs to drink it while they finish their girl talk.
Once he's gone, Angie gets the clothes from behind the pillow and tosses them to Karl. She tells him he's going to have to jump into the rose bushes, so he might want to put his pants on first. Back in the room, Bree thanks Angie, but she says she did it for Orson. Then she yells that she defended Bree to him, and said she had too much class to do something like this. Bree says it's a complicated situation, but Angie says she'll make it simple: "Two men want you. Choose one." Bree wonders which one, and says Orson's blackmailing her, and is manipulative and calculating. But Karl's crass and conceited and sex is all they have in common. But he brings out passion in her she never knew she had. But Orson likes opera. She cries, as if we're supposed to feel bad for her. Never going to happen. Orson maybe, but never Bree.