Bree, in a charming little pencil skirt, comes downstairs to find Andrew's lawyer sitting in the living room, which isn't exactly the best surprise. Andrew comes in from the kitchen with a refreshment for the lawyer (at least Bree's hosting skills got passed down), and he has a nasty bruise on both his eye and chin. The sight of the bruises shocks Bree, and she instinctively reaches out to Andrew but he flinches away. Wow, the 'Ew is working it hard! Bree asks what happened, and Andrew looks at the lawyer like, wow, was she in a blackout or what, and says, "You hit me, don't you remember?" Sitting at the dining-room table, Bree matter-of-factly informs the lawyer that, "for the record," she didn't "punch" Andrew, she "slapped him with an open palm," as though slapping her son were totally A+ parenting. Andrew: "Yeah, but Mom, when you drink, you don't know your own strength." For a second, I thought maybe Bree should retain lawyer Karl to help her deal with Andrew's manipulations once again, but Karl's threat of a beat-down might work against Bree in this particular battle. Bree pleads with the lawyer: surely he sees that Andrew is making all of this up? But the lawyer thinks the "environment is a highly dysfunctional one," and he's here to help Andrew become an emancipated minor. Bree chortles at the absurdity of this proposition, and points out that Andrew would have no means of supporting himself. But, according to the lawyer, getting emancipated would mean that Andrew would also get access to his trust fund. Is that true in the real world? I have a feeling it isn't, but okay. The lawyer points out that, clearly, they'd all like to avoid going to court, but with the "violence" and Bree's DUI charge, things "could get ugly." Bree, still looking unshaken, tells the lawyer that she needs some time to mull it over, and he gives her "twenty-four hours." The lawyer leaves, and Bree and Andrew engage in a war of the eyes.