At home, Johnny gets weird about his mom and Bob getting all handsy on the lanai, so instead he heads on over to Cliff's to help him plant rose bushes. Cliff's popped-collar polo is pink today, and he permanently looks about half a second away from shoving his tongue down Johnny's throat. Anyway. We learn more about Eddie, via Cliff: he dated Greta, but she "led him on, screwed with his head." And he didn't move away, he died. But that's all Cliff wants to say. Meanwhile, Liza begins "experimenting" with things like mascara and lip gloss, because she knows who's exec-producing her show and she figures it's only a matter of time until the mousy tomboy has to go all girly. Greta trespasses into Johnny's backyard and they "flirt" some more, in the pool. After she tries to pop-psych him some more about being "haunted," Johnny admits that his dad killed himself. Which should totally score him some tail, but of course it doesn't. Greta just looks at him like she understands him.
At the country club mixer or whatever the hell, Johnny meets up with Cliff and Michelle. Beverly Leslie, waiting tables sans-drag, happens by and hushes that Johnny should be wary of Cliff because "he's shifty." Liza shows up all girlied-out, but she's swiftly box-blocked by an oblivious Michelle. Greta also shows up, and she runs into Cliff, who darkly tells her to be careful of Johnny, who is "no dummy." Greta looks genuinely upset by even talking to Cliff, and tells him to leave her alone. "Of course," Cliff menaces. "That was the deal." So after 45 minutes of me spinning secret tales of Cliff putting the moves on Johnny, he now starts making faces like he's a serial killer? Not sure how I feel about that, although Michael Cassidy is magnetic either way. Greta finds Johnny, and talk turns to Eddie, which totally ruins her mood, so she runs off. Later on, at home, he and Mom have it out about her getting married so soon after Dad died, including some bonus info from Johnny, intimating that Mom was seeing other men. Many other men.
Outside his house, Cliff finds himself locked out, and while he's outside he comes across a pug owned by one of his old lady neightbors. Cliff sweet-talks the pup into approaching him, then up and kicks it! Kicks the dog! Okay, 1) weak kick dude. That's a teeny dog, you should have gotten some distance out of that punt. But also, 2) Cliff's a baaaaaad man.
Then: Damien Rice sings us out the rest of the way. "The Blower's Daughter" is a gorgeous song and all, but I'm not sure reminding me of Closer is going to make your show look all that great in comparison, sir. Anyway, as we montage, Greta cries her eyeliner out amid the golf course sprinklers. She really gets into it, too, like falling prostrate on that ground and wailing and heaving her bosom -- hey, nobody's watching, honey. Put 'em away until they can do you some good. Johnny mopes in his room and pines over the pics of Greta on his Soulful Camera. Cliff lies down on his bed and looks guilty. Or sad. Or psychotic. He no longer looks like he wants to jump Johnny's bones, though, and that's what's important. His doorbell rings, and it's Greta, who's still a total mess. "I hate you," she tells him. "I know," he says, in a way that might indicate he hates himself as well. And then she breaks down sobbing on his shoulder. But do they do it? No, they do not. Because soapy summer teen dramas don't need sex! They need soulful, sober photographers falling asleep to their dead dad's Pablo Neruda. Where have you been?