Back at Adam's, Zeek is snoozing on the couch when Max runs in, frantic. Miles has run away. "Did you check eight inches away from where you left him?" Zeek deadpans, and I sort of love him for it. Adam and Kristina frown, and begin the search and rescue mission. "This is where a dog would come in handy," Zeek says. "'Here, Skipper! Here, boy!' The dog comes. You do that to a turtle? Nothin'." See, just when I hate Zeek, he makes me love him, again. Adam smirks and says he'll get some flashlights.

Sarah is at the gallery, turning her head this way and that in front of a modern painting. "de Kooning gets a royalty every time someone looks at that," Matthew says as he walks up with Camille. While her mother laughs like it's the funniest thing ever said, Sarah merely chuckles politely. "That's an art joke I actually get," she says. Apparently, Camille and Matthew are on their way out. "You're... going...?" Sarah asks, surprised and confused. Matthew explains that a friend of his has an art gallery in Oakland that is also having an opening that night. "It's a few steps down on the pretentious meter," he adds, pretentiously. Sarah says this sounds great. "I'll join you," she says. Camille: "Oh, no, no. That won't be necessary." Aw, DAMN. Shut down by your own mom?! "But, Mom," Sarah says, "how are you going to get home? Do you want me to come get you, later?" Sarah, as if she is the mom here, talking to her teenage daughter, tells her to have fun and watches them go with a very worried look on her face.

Adam and Zeek are in the yard with a flashlight, searching for Miles. Poor Adam and his nonstop wildlife adventures in his yard. "I think I've got him," Adam says, shining the light on a small object in the grass. "If that's him," Zeek says, "I'm gonna enter him into a marathon." He has a point. It is fairly unlikely a tortoise would make it down the stairs of their house in under three weeks. Zeek isn't making this easy on anyone, of course, and suggests they go to the pet store, get a golden retriever and let him find the turtle. "Stop with the damn dog," Adam says, frustrated, still looking for Miles. "Well, you really ought to get Max a real pet, Adam," Zeek says, never one to notice when he's crossed a line. "Oh, MY GOD," Adam finally snaps. "Would you SHUT UP?" Kudos to Peter Krause for that particular line delivery. There's nothing like getting unwanted advice when you're stressed, as only a parent can dole it out. Adam, pushed to his limit, goes for the throat. "You think I don't know why you're here?" he yells. "I know that you cheated on Mom." Zeek goes quiet, for once. "Who told you that?" he asks. Adam says it doesn't matter, and Zeek shoots back that it's none of his damn business, anyway. "How could you do that to her?" Adam asks. Zeek: "We did it to each other, Adam." Uggggh. He even goes so far as to dust off that old gem, "it takes two to tango." Adam can't stand it. "That's a load of crap, you son of a bitch," he says. Zeek gets mad, now, that his son isn't seeing it his way. "When you've been married 46 years, you come and talk to me," he says. "Until then, you just back the hell off." Somehow, his son doesn't kill him, and with that, he goes back into the house, leaving Adam in the dark.