Bree sits in a jail cell along with another woman. The woman is wearing a small, short dress and high, high hooker heels (basically the exact same outfit Edie wore to the blood drive). The woman gets up and sits next to Bree, and then she asks Bree how she got "started." As in, started in the "escort business." Bree is horrified. Hooker: "I bet the guys go crazy with your whole 'classy repressed thing' you got goin' on, huh? I mean, your skin has got, like, NO pores." Bree: "I'm not sure, but I think there was a compliment in there somewhere, so thank you. But I am not an escort." Hooker, leaning in: "How much you charge a night?" Bree revs up, like she's really going to give this woman a piece of her mind, but then she just sighs and says, "Five thousand." The hooker is impressed. She asks Bree what she has to do for that kind of money, and Bree just smiles. Ha ha! Just then, a uniformed policeman comes and tells Bree that her bail cleared and she's free to go. And she can pick up her car at the impound lot in the morning. Bree asks how she's supposed to get home, seeing as she doesn't have any money. The cop tells her to "call a friend." Bree: "I have been through enough humiliation for one day. I hope you have a better suggestion than that." Cop snottily tells her to hoof it home.
Cut to Bree, in her nice "fancy lunch" heels, walking home. And? Her heel breaks off! Just then, Betty drives by. She honks at Bree and pulls over. The street they're on is super-busy, with lanes and lanes of cars and lots of shops and a movie theater, which throws me a bit because I've always imagined Fairview as a much smaller, sleepier town. Betty asks Bree, who's now barefoot, if she's okay. Bree: "Oh! I'm fine, I just had a flat tire." Bree gestures at some vague point in the road behind her. Betty, super-enthused: "It's you're lucky day: I'm a whiz at changing tires, hop in." Bree: "You know, thank you. But I think it's actually something more mechanical, my car has been making just a terrible noise." Betty: "Well, I have auto club!" Finally Bree gives in: "Actually, my car has been impounded by the police!"