Capt. Till has called Sullivan in to question him about what's been going on in his house. Sullivan calmly recaps the whole story (leave it to the professionals). Till assumes that if Sullivan was sleeping with Celia ("she of the magical house-earning pussy") in the house he gave her, he would have seen...you know, all the plants, but Sullivan says that he and Celia broke it off and that she must have started this sideline after their relationship ended, since she's such a complicated woman. Till: "Jesus, Groff, if I let you stick your finger up my ass, can I get a Porsche?" Sullivan doesn't even look like he's considering it! His mask of affability falls -- but just for a second, and then he asks to leave for Colorado Springs. Till tells him to leave a number. I'm sure it will totally, totally not be a fake with six digits, either.
Rec centre. Andy's getting a pedicure when Nancy creeps up to him and whispers that she has to go meet Guillermo. Andy emphatically tells her not to, and then tries to back off from giving her orders she's never going to heed by sweet-talking her with the rec centre's many perks -- pedicures, fondue, customers she can deal to. He then hisses at her that the man set the wildfires, and Nancy replies that it's all the more reason she shouldn't piss him off. Andy finally asks whether Nancy has a plan, and with a glance over at the Segway guy -- we get it, show! -- she says she's working on it.
Tara tears into the prayer meeting to ask if everyone's heard the good news. Well, the newer good news, anyway: the cops found the cross. All the prayer meeters take off. Silas tells Tara it's not safe, but she beatifically says that Jesus will protect them. "Jesus doesn't make you flame-retardant!" says Silas. No, but He...nah. It's almost His birthday; I'll skip that one.