The "wake up" theme reaches Lynette, who rolls over to find the bed empty. Tom, it seems, is in a crazy panic over the looming opening of the Scavoria and has been frantically making breadsticks all night. In fact, he's only had "four hours of sleep in the last three days." Lynette promises to go down to the restaurant to take care of last-minute details, and then talks Tom into taking a sleeping pill and getting some rest. Tom -- who apparently has seen neither Sixteen Candles nor Working Girl, because otherwise he would know better than to take sedatives right before a big event -- grabs the pills and heads on up to bed. In short: the stage is now set for another spleentastic Lynette Scavo fuck-up jamboree. Also: why do the Scavos have a bottle of sleeping pills just lying around? I guess it could be left over from Lynette's bullet-wound recovery, maybe, but wouldn't it have been so satisfyingly continuity-friendly if she'd made Tom drink that hippie sleep-aid tea she got back in Season 1? Another golden opportunity: missed.
And now it's Bree's turn to rise and shine. She's still in the hospital, recovering from her wildly improbable mishap with the ladder. Honestly, the only way that tooth-bag-dangling-over-a-shoddy-ladder scenario could have looked more like a trap would have been if they'd stuck a big hunk of cheese on top. How dumb do they think we think Bree is? So it looks like Bree's foot is busted, and she's still really groggy. Andrew is by her side to pat her hand and inform her that she isn't the only Hodge to have had herself a great fall: Orson, too, is now a guest in said hospital, recovering from what people are now calling a suicide attempt. Bree scoffs at the idea that Orson would try to end it all, but Andrew gently reminds her that someone tampered with that ladder rung. And he did overhear Bree order Orson to go to the police, "or else." What Andrew's saying is that he thinks Orson tried to silence Bree...forever, and then felt so guilty that he took a flying leap. Bree's face rearranges itself into a "thinking" face as she ponders Andrew's dark theory. Private to Marcia Cross: Congrats on the birth of your twin daughters, Eden and Savannah -- two better names for future soap stars have never been found!