Zana's out on his front porch, muttering on the phone to what I'm guessing is the police. Felicia is out on the sidewalk out front, just standing there petting a coffee cup and eavesdropping in a weirdly menacing way. Mike walks up and confronts her: what, exactly, is she doing there? Felicia, in a truly insane witch voice: "Oh I left in such a rush, there was lots of old business I forgot to wrap up." Mike points out that it must be "pretty important business" if it prompted her to move back right next to the man she suspects of slaying her sister. Felicia is all, speaking of Paul...he got hauled away by the fuzz! And, she guesses, he's not going to be back anytime soon. And then she smiles wickedly and also insanely.
Cut to a frantic and pacing Mike, on the phone with Noah. Mike: "If anything happens to Paul Young --" Noah, interrupting: "It already happened." Eerie "van assassination" music swells! Mike starts screaming that Noah's really done it this time -- that once Zana finds out what Noah did, he's never ever going to feel grandpa love for Noah: "And believe me, I'll make sure he finds out." Mike hangs up and gets out his gun. Yeah!
At the Scavo dinner table, the Ps are in full force. Lynette apologizes about the burnt meatloaf, and a clearly still-sulky Tom agrees that she didn't exactly "give it 100%." You see that? How he used a direct quote from her criticism of his Eskimo pitch? That's sticking it to her! Tom does some pontificating about how the meatloaf demonstrates the truth of how nobody can do everything perfectly all the time. Lynette counters that there's a difference between meatloaf and business. Tom: "You mean the client deserves more effort than your own family?" Lynette takes a big breath and then apologizes for criticizing Tom at work, which is really rather game and also an unexpected tack for Lynette to take. Anyway, I sure do like meatloaf.
It's nighttime on Wisteria Lane, and Andrew and Justin are outside somewhere dark and out of the way. What's this, Andrew's slipping a ring on Justin's finger? Wait, does this mean they're BFBF4EVER? For a second, it seems like that's what this scene is shaping up to be: true romance. But then Justin winds up and takes a huge swing at Andrew. Crack! What the...? Andrew, after taking a second to recover: "All right, one more time." Justin, flabbergasted: "Dude, I don't want to mess up your face!" Andrew: "Do you love me?" Justin nods. Aw, Justin loves evil Andrew! So lovestruck Justin takes another huge swing. Hmm. Either Andrew is exploring Aerosmith's thin line between pleasure and pain, or he's taking a page from Dirty Harry's Scorpio Killer and manufacturing some bruises -- the kind of bruises that get drunk, slap-happy moms into trouble.