Now alone in the kitchen with Andy, Nancy says she needs to say something out loud: "I killed Peter." Andy hilariously says they all figured she did; "We all knew that U-Turn story was bullshit. I guessed poison, was I right? Silas thought you smothered him in his sleep. Shane has some wild theory about you and a samurai." Awesome. Nancy's like, "No, I meant I metaphorically killed Peter. He died because of me." Andy tells a typically fellatio-centered story, the moral of which seems to be "You can lead a horse to water, but if he drinks it and gets a parasite and dies, that's on him." Nancy mentions the life insurance and pension that she has now promised to both Val and Doug. If she doesn't give it to Doug, he goes to jail, if she doesn't give it to Val, she goes to hell. "Jail comes before hell," Andy reasons. Nancy looks like she's not so sure.
Sullivan shows up on Celia's doorstep, ready to sex her up. Celia runs back inside to stash Dean away in the laundry room via possibly my favorite use of the camera-on-a-wheelchair shot in the history of anything. Celia looks like a deranged Annie Wilkes. Well, I mean...you know what I mean. And she'd hobble Dean in a second, too, if California hillside hadn't already done it for her. So Celia and Sully start making out in the kitchen, and when he hears Dean woofing, Celia's forced to admit he's in the laundry room. Sullivan gets weirded out and leaves, Dean's mere presence having killed yet another libido.
Nancy shows up at Tim's soccer game (he tries to kick a ball at her head) and hands Val an envelope with $4,500 in cash. Val's like "I knew it" and accuses Nancy of scamming her. Nancy only says that an emergency came up and Val with have the rest of her money in a month. Val, her voice getting louder and shakier, says that she doesn't have the luxury of a month, what with the bills and creditors and all. Nancy, now wearing a terribly unattractive shade of petulant, asks why Val's managed her money so poorly. Val's like, "Because I work a shitty job in this shitty economy that's basically designed to fuck me in the ass? How do you not know this?" Val's now in tears, bitterly claiming that she's been "fucked." "Fucked...in the head," Nancy says (yeah, good one), and she leaves, pretending that Val's the one who's handling this poorly. She takes Tim's soccer ball as she goes. Tim whines to his mommy, but Val remains my hero: "Fuck your ball, she just took our money."