Syrus voice-overs a recap of last week's entire plot in letting us know, and not for the first time, that "Montana brought up to Anthony about me dating parents at the social center," and Sean helps the first-time viewer of this wacky new medium called "television" that "Syrus was very upset again at Montana." Really? Oh. And then, "He didn't think that she had any right to tell Anthony what she did." What she did? Or what she told him? Huh? Shut up, Sean. ["And he's a lawyer now, folks." -- Wing Chun]

Under what we're supposed to believe is the darkest cover of late-night darkness (which, in Boston, means "any time after 2 PM or before 1 PM"), Oily Bohunk walks into the firehouse, dragging the inhuman grotto-dweller he clubbed over the head and dragged back to his cave while she was in the process, it seems, of knocking over a particularly well-stocked Claire's Boutique. Syrus's Jane is even Plainer than usual, and as they retire to the pool room, Kameelah spots the foursome on the monitor and astutely notes the presence of "more hoochie mamas." Yup. The phone rings in the living room at a time the editors would like us to believe is "2:00," as indicated by a non-sequitur singular shot of a clock that doesn't actually appear anywhere in the room. Montana and Syrus happen through the living room simultaneously, and Montana observes, "Tell them it's too late to be calling." Syrus: "Says who?" Montana: "Says me." Syrus: "Snarky comebacks ain't my forte. I'm a lover, not a fighter, oh ye Queen of the Witches." Um, no. Syrus doesn't really say that. But I might just have been able to fish out one iota of respect for him from my Sea of Hatred if he had, I'm sayin'. Instead, he blathers something about how he'll be "up until 5." Clearly. Over in the bathroom, Montana smokes and broods while Kameelah smolders and listens, as Montana vents, "I just think that's disrespectful. I would never call anybody that late." Man, if the producers had any real eye for the cycle-completing irony we ultimately came to see in this seasons's Syrus/Montana story arc, the phone would have rung again at 2:01, and it would have been for her. Maybe a single father calling from the center, telling her what a wonderful time he had on their date. Maybe he'd offer to take her out for a glass of wine. With his kids. Sometime. Wine with the kids. Sometime. Anyway, everyone's mad.