Spencer: "God, I love driving around with you getting absolutely nothing done, Garrett. It's almost like I'm a real cop!"
Garrett: "Fortunately for everyone, you will never be a real cop because your rap sheet is longer than everybody in the contiguous US besides Charlie Manson."
Spencer: "That dude? Amateur."
Mike Montgomery: "Oh, you're telling me."

Aria: "Spencer, I hope you're not hanging out with Garrett Reynolds, because he killed Alison and is fucking your boyfriend's ex-girlfriend/sister."
Spencer: "Garrett, can you take me home? All this terrified staring I'm doing has really tuckered me out. And apparently you're A or something."

Garrett peels back the zipper on his head to reveal a clown's face. No, a hockey stick. No, a decorative candleholder.

...THE END?

A-Tag: A puts some kind of Emily-killing poison into Emily's shit, slowly poisoning her and more importantly leaching away her ability to deal with Hanna's ten miles of bullshit all the time.

Next week: Spencer bludgeons Garrett to death with whatever's handy in a cop car, but immediately forgets she did that. Hanna walks in on her parents doing it, Emily walks in on Hanna and Caleb doing it, Pam somehow psychically knows when Emily and Samara are doing it, everybody is doing it. Jason and Ezra get some complex stuff going on between them, but when Aria walks in on them doing it, she assumes they're fighting over her and runs off to sulk and wait for them to chase her, and they never do, and she ends up starving to death waiting for this moment, under the stairs or wherever.

Emily loses her vision for a short time, thanks to being poisoned; she tries to make pottery friends with Jenna but Jenna calls her a wannabe hipster who's just going blind to seem cool. Mike Montgomery blows absolutely everybody to Hell and everybody loses their office pool because 80% of everybody assumed it would be Lucas that ended up gunning everybody down and the rest assumed it would be Mona Vanderwaal. Including, it must be said, Mona Vanderwaal.