Oh, never mind. I totally don't care. And I care even less for the above-promised bout of expository blathering, so I'll keep it short: Baggy Scott confesses to Dashing El Deano that he urged his mother to sell the store, and while she initially resisted both his arguments and the ones she was receiving from an as-yet-unnamed real estate agent, she eventually caved, only to meet her mangled end in a spectacular auto accident less than twenty-four hours after she signed over the deed. At this point, I'm sure, dear Raoul would likely shriek, "And why were we not witness to that?!" but I mustn't dwell on such sadness, so I'll instead note that Dean patiently absorbs Baggy Scott's lengthy confession, takes a very long moment to go, "Hmmm!" and exits the excruciatingly quaint antiques shop to examine the "SOLD" sign left behind by the ultimately triumphant real estate agent. And wouldn't you know it? The owner of "BICKLEBEE REALTY" is none other than that red-jacketed woman we saw earlier with that reluctant elderly gentleman! What are the odds? Yeah, don't bother answering that one, either, because again: I totally don't care.

In any event, Dean wanders off down the street and, much to his apparent surprise, he realizes that Joyce Bicklebee of BICKLEBEE REALTY has plastered "SOLD" signs across nearly every storefront facing the avenue. Dean thinks real hard about this for a minute or two until the camera pimp-slaps the audience over to...

...the interior of Joyce Bicklebee's tastefully-appointed offices, and right here is where I absolutely lost all interest in this episode because, come on: Do you want to watch an episode devoted to The Leviathans' real estate deals? No, seriously: Do you? 'Cause I sure as hell don't, and that's pretty much all we get for the rest of the hour. And I don't mean to trash the performances of Mary Page Keller as ball-buster Joyce and Bryan Cuprill as her henpecked and browbeaten assistant George, because they certainly do give us their engaging best with what they've been handed to play, and it is absolutely not their fault that the nitwits responsible for this crap basically decided to sideline the show's leads for the remainder of this evening's installment in favor of throwing all of the focus onto this asinine and horrifically tiresome real estate subplot, but for Christ's sake: Leviathanically-enhanced real estate deals? Really? REALLY?