Anyway, Angela adds with a frown, "Anyway, she begged me to do it." Nice try, Angela, but I tried that line of reasoning when I tied my brother to a tree and left him there, and trust me, it isn't going to work. Patty rolls her eyes and says she doesn't care "whose idea it was" -- she doesn't want to come back "and find anyone in an appliance." Snerk. Patty goes on that Angela has to "be the adult" and "prove to" Patty that she can handle this. Angela dramatic-ironies that it's just going to be her and Rickie: "What could possibly happen?" Patty stares at her all "don't say things like that," then smiles and kisses her on the cheek.

Angela wanders back towards the kitchen, calling out, "Enrique, what do you want for dinner?" but stops short in the doorway when she sees that Rickie's still on the phone to Rayanne. Rickie gestures at Angela not to leave, and tells Rayanne that he'd "better not tie up their line." Angela stands, awkwardly, as Rayanne whatevers on the other end about whether Rickie's not "allowed" to talk to her now, and Rickie, watching Angela, tells her to try him "at Katimski's later, okay?" With much eye-rolling, Rayanne's like "fine, whatever" and hangs up. Rickie hangs up too, and smiles all "heh…heh?" at Angela, who just slumps her shoulders all "what do you want me to say?"

In the master bedroom, Patty starts fitting the key into the handcuffs, but downstairs, Danielle bad-acts, "Hi Daddy -- you're late!" so Patty hastily stuffs the cuffs back into the box and stows them under a pillow. Graham comes in. Patty's all, "Hi! Not concealing anything, not me, no sir!" and then sees the grease splotches on Graham's new shirt. Graham says he'll "be ready in five minutes" and then begins to complain angrily about car trouble and blah blah blah, and when Patty realizes that it's not their car that broke down but Hallie's she makes a revelatory "ohhhh" noise. Graham keeps bitching about Hallie's "loud, obnoxious" car and how he looked under the hood, and Patty snarks, "You looked under Hallie Lowenthal's hood?" Graham doesn't catch his snap, kvetching that Hallie's engine is held together with string, "literally." Patty asks pointedly why Hallie couldn't have called Brad when her car broke down: "Isn't that what fiancés are for?" Graham's dismissive: "Oh, well, you know. They broke up." Patty raises her eyebrows. Graham's all casual: "Didn't I tell you?" Patty, slowly: "…No." Graham chooses that moment to seal his doom -- i.e. "to break eye contact with Patty" -- and asks if she's sure he didn't tell her that, he must have told her, blah blah blah lie-of-omission-cakes. "No," Patty says again, in the same sweet, dangerous register as before. The doorbell rings, and Graham blusters, "That must be them!" He gathers his things; Patty, a sardonic smile frozen on her face, watches him bustle about and sets her jaw.