Nate and Maggie arrive to see everyone who's still there gathered and looking at the bird sitting on the kitchen table. "Why was the window open?" Nate demands. "Because you said it was in the bedroom," Brenda says. "Don't be such a jerk." "Fuck off," Nate says contemptuously, grabbing a broom. David and Keith share a shocked glance. "I gotta do every little fucking thing myself," Nate says, opening the back door. And he squares off against the bird with the broom. "I have tried all night to do the right thing by this bird but it just keeps fucking with me," he complains. David says not to take it personally. "Shut up, David," Nate snaps, flushing the bird off the table and into the air. He starts swinging angrily at the airborne, squawking bird while everyone watches in horror. He starts breaking things. "Get the motherfuck out!" he screams.

George and Ruth are home and just about ready for bed, but George has a question first: "How many times do I have to FUCKING APOLOGIZE?" He apologizes for his tone, and says he's sorry for what he's putting Ruth through. She says it's not his fault, but she's obviously lying. George paces, saying emotionally, "You don't want to make love to me, you don't want to kiss me, you don't even like being in the same room with me." He says that nobody grows up thinking they're going to be this way, and that if he could change by snapping his fingers, he would. Bold statement there. Ruth actually seems to be affected by this as he says he's trying to get better, and she says she knows. "I am so lucky," he says. "I hate that I'm the lucky one. Nobody's ever been lucky to have me." Ruth doesn't know what to say. We're supposed to feel sorry for him here, but I'd be more on his side if not for that whole "non-disclosure of mental illness" thing.

In her slip, Claire reaches for a bong on a bedside table and takes a long hit. And then she hands it over to Todd, who's lying in bed next to her, naked. Ew. Well, naked except for his Livestrong bracelet. Heh. Nice touch, that. Fade to white, so that we can finally get into the following morning's fallout.

The next morning, Rico's lying in bed. Vanessa, already dressed in her work scrubs, wakes him with a peck on the cheek instead of a hail of Fritos. She says he has to go: "I don't want the boys to see you. It'll confuse them." Rico sits up, groggy, and says, "All right." Vanessa looks at him sadly, or sympathetically, or wondering what's up with his hair when he wakes up.