Orson is awake and sitting up in his hospital bed. His face is even more hilarious than before. Was there an angry cougar hiding in that three that he hit during his tumble? Because, really, his face is an insane mask of cat-scratch fever. The makeup department has apparently gone completely bananas. Yet again. Orson's doctor is questioning him about his mental state, based on the suicide-y looking fall Orson just had, along with (the doctor consults Orson's file) his history of mental illness. Incidentally, there's a huge cross nailed to the wall behind Orson. Is this some kind of churchy hospital? When the doctor makes it clear that Orson isn't checking out of the hospital until he shares about his mental problems, Orson spills his story: when he was sixteen, his father had an affair, which caused a "scandal" at the family church. Father fell into a booze-soaked depression, and Gloria became worried about his safety. So when she left the house one night to go "visit a sick friend," she told Orson to watch over his father. Only Orson had "made plans with friends," so young Orson left his dad alone. When he returned, he found his father dead in the bathtub, his wrists slashed. Doctor: "And you blame yourself?" Orson, with a rueful smile: "I didn't need to. Mother blamed me enough for both of us." The doctor suggests that Gloria's guilt trip must have really "put a strain on the relationship." Orson: "Yes, but now and then she suggests little ways I can make it up to her." And the creepy "Murderous Manipulative Mommy" music swells.

Gloria, standing in some unidentifiable kitchen (Alma's?), is on the phone with the hospital, asking after the progress of a patient by the name of "Hodge." The person on the other end asks her to clarify which Hodge she means. Wait a second! Cut to...

...Gloria knocking on Alma's attic door. Alma, locked inside, begs Gloria to let her out. Gloria tells her through the door that it "won't be long"; there have been some interesting developments. For one thing, she just discovered that Orson tried to kill himself, which, as Gloria points out, isn't exactly the act of a "happily married man." Alma, sighing, "Gloria, for god's sake. Give it up. He doesn't love me." Wow, finally the woman wises up. I guess Alma has now magically stopped being crazy? Maybe Gloria should spend a little time in a locked attic, too. Gloria comforts Alma with the ominous news that "Bree will be gone soon," and Alma looks worried. Gloria leaves, and Alma rushes over to the window and starts working on the screws holding a metal screen in place.