Programa de TV: Desperate Housewives - 6x7
Previously on "Desperate Housewives"...
Old friends fought.
You knew that Julie was in trouble, and you chose not to come to me.
New lovers lie.
Where did you get it, Bree?
She bought it?
I'm assuming.
Uh, yes, at that little antique store down on pearl street.
Sorry.
We sell furniture.
She must have gotten it somewhere else.
And suspicion was born.
Do you know where Katherine was the night that Julie was attacked?
Julie Mayer was having trouble sleeping.
You see, every time she closed her eyes, she dreamt of her neighbor.
They met when she came to tutor his son.
Later, a chance encounter at a caf led to hours of conversation.
He asked to see her again...
and again...
and again.
And the next thing Julie knew, she was having an affair with a married man.
But then, after a close call, she came to her senses and told the man it was over.
Unfortunately for Julie, Some men can't take "no" for an answer.
Can I come in?
What, that's it?
It's that simple to you?
You have to leave now.
Come on.
Let's just talk about this.
There is nothing to talk about!
Just go!
Yes, there is!
Just come on.
Talk to me!
huh?
Lynette.
Hi.
What's up?
I'm just dropping off that band candy your mom bought from Penny.
Everything okay?
Yeah, everything's fine.
Um...
Mr.
Bolen was just leaving.
Right?
Yeah, I guess I was.
Hey, Lynette.
Hey, Nick.
What was that about?
What do you mean?
Well, I don't mean to pry.
It's just...
When I was walking up, I heard you two arguing.
He's the guy.
The guy?
The guy I was...
having the affair with.
No.
No!
Why did you tell me this?!
You asked.
Why not lie?
I'm late for work.
I would've bought anything.
Look, don't freak out.
It's over.
Not for me.
Now I have to tell your mom!
No, you don't.
She was pissed when I didn't tell her you might be pregnant.
If I don't tell her about this, I'm dead.
Come on, Lynette.
I am serious!
She already shot Katherine.
Now she's got a taste for blood.
There's no reason to tell her anything.
I broke it off weeks ago.
Then why was he here?
He wants me to take him back.
Threaten to tell his wife.
He doesn't care.
He says he loves me.
Oh, honey, you're smart enough to know that that's a lie.
Right?
I keep trying to get over him, but then he comes over here and he says all this stuff, and I...
I just get so confused.
Listen to me.
I will handle this.
Really?
And you...
you won't tell my mom?
No, I won't.
Thank you.
That night, for the first time in weeks, Julie Mayer would sleep well.
Unfortunately, Lynette Scavo would not. "
The Fairview Homeschooling Workbook" was created to help parents teach their children.
It's colorful, very entertaining, a bit challenging and guaranteed to make teaching fun.
Pick that up, or I will knock you into next week!
I hate fractions!
I don't care!
You still have to learn them!
Why?
Fractions are boring!
Okay.
Fine.
Let me make it more interesting for you.
Say I take Mrs.
Doolittle...
you favorite doll...
and I chop her into thirds.
I bury one third in the yard.
I put another third down the garbage disposal.
How much of Mrs.
Doolittle do you have left?
You're not gonna hurt her, are you?
It depends on how you answer the question!
Gaby!
Can I see you for a sec?
What is going on?
I'm teaching math.
By threatening her toys?
Well, maybe teacher's a little tired, okay?
It's not the only thing I have to do around here.
I also have to cook and clean.
Okay, I hear you.
It isn't fair that all this falls on you.
I'll get you some help.
Thank you.
We'll get a housekeeper.
What?
No, no, no, I'd rather have a tutor.
You'd rather scrubs toilets than teach your daughter?
Well, at least the toilets won't talk back.
Gaby, she just had to leave her school and all her friends.
And now her mother's gonna abandon her, and leave her with some stranger?
I don't think so.
No, but...
No "but"s.
Juanita needs you right now.
You're doing this.
Don't worry.
Your doll's safe.
If I'm gonna chop anything off, it's gonna be something of your daddy's!
So you're saying you won't even talk to her?
No, we already interviewed Mrs.
Mayfair.
That's when you thought Danny Bolen had attacked Julie.
You treated her like a witness.
Now you need to treat her like a suspect.
Look, miss, we're not trying to dismiss your concerns, but women don't commit this kind of crime.
They tend to keep at a physical remove from their victims...
vehicular assaults, poison.
Well, maybe Katherine was thinking outside the box.
Hey, did you get any mayo?
-Yeah.
Look, I was skeptical, too, but she does have a motive.
She hates Susan.
Well, that's a motive to attack her.
Well, maybe Katherine saw Julie taking out the garbage and thought it was me.
She mistook you for a 23-year-old?
I'm sorry, Mrs.
Delfino, but, uh, unless you've got actual evidence, we're gonna keep assuming that this is a random incident...
one that your daughter thankfully survived.
Damn it!
They forgot the pickle!
What is with this place?
Is there anyone here that understands a woman can be a psycho killer, too?
Ah, maybe I can help.
You want me to take this one?
Have at it.
Thank you so much.
So how about I, uh, take a look at your file?
I will swing by tomorrow, and I'll get your statement then.
Great.
Well...
It is nice to know that someone Cares about justice More than pickles.
Come on, Mike.
Are you sure you want this case?
'Cause I've got a serial killer here that might be more fun.
Nah, she and I go way back.
She doesn't remember me now, but she will.
I wish you hadn't committed us to this.
Why?
They're our neighbors, and they've been asking us for weeks.
I'm not a fan of Angie Bolen.
She can be very forward.
I like her.
She's earthy, takes a real interest in people.
Yes.
Last week, she asked me how much my dress cost and did I still get visits from my Aunt Flo.
Well, I believe that's a euphemism for...
I know what it means.
By the way, I stopped by that antique store today...
the one where you said you bought that brooch.
I thought I'd get you a replacement since you gave yours to Susan.
But the owner said they don't sell jewelry there.
Just furniture.
Well, that's odd.
I must've confused that store with the jewelry shop on Maple Street.
Yes, I remember now.
That's where I bought it.
Hey, look who's here!
My goodness.
Another course?
Well, my grandma Bombelli always said, "If the men can still button their pants, dinner ain't over yet."
Is her braciole amazing or what?
I have to admit, I've never had this before.
And it is quite tasty.
Aw, thanks, hon.
Hang on a sec.
You don't want to stain that gorgeous blouse.
I'm actually a very neat eater.
Oh, hey, when Nick here starts twirlin' his pasta, nobody's safe.
I did get some friendly fire from a meatball earlier.
I'm glad we're finally doing this.
You two are hard to pin down.
Well, we've been incredibly busy.
Oh, I'll bet, especially since Katherine wigged out and you had to give her the boot.
You know, if you need someone to replace her, you could a lot worse than Angie.
Oh?
Yeah, her grandma Bombelli had the best restaurant in little Italy and taught Angie everything she knew.
I mean...
If you're lookin' for help.
Well, if your food is all this good...
We're...
not hiring.
Sorry.
Okay.
It's just a thought.
You sure, Bree?
She said no.
No, I'm just sayin'...
you don't know what you're missin'.
Nick, she's had four courses.
She knows what she's missing.
Now zip it.
Don't bite my head off.
I'm just tryin' to help.
What, by embarrassing our guests?
Just ignore him, okay?
It was your idea to cook for her.
Thank you!
Now they're gonna think that I don't cook for people unless I have an angle.
I am so sorry.
Now look at them.
They're wishin' they hadn't come.
No!
we're having a lovely time.
No!
we're thrilled to be here!
Perfect!
Now you're makin' our guests lie.
I'm gonna go stir the sauce.
I'll get more wine.
We're gonna need it.
Uh, just curious, how many more courses?
Three.
Orson, I never thought I'd say this to you again, but please...
unbutton your pants.
Okay.
If you have half a cabbage, and someone gives you a quarter cabbage, how much cabbage do you have?
None, because I hate cabbages and I wouldn't take 'em.
Fine.
They're balloons.
There's no such thing as half a balloon.
Well, there is a such thing as half an allowance, which is what you're gonna get if you don't start to focus.
Why can't I just use a calculator?
'Cause you have to know this stuff.
If not, you're gonna end up scrubbing other people's toilets!
Sorry.
Look, if you finish this page, we'll go get some ice cream.
How's that sound?
I don't want to have ice cream with you.
I'm gonna get some air.
Will you make sure she doesn't move from the table?
What do you call this again?
Uh, foie gras mousse.
Mmm.
Tastes so elegant.
Don't you think it's elegant?
It's okay.
Would you like to sample something else, Mr.
Vitale?
Some salmon en croute or perhaps some coq au vin?
Got anything I can pronounce?
You don't need to pronounce it.
You just gotta wipe it off your shirt.
You wanna end up on a plate next to the salmon, keep it up.
I...
I'm sorry we wasted your time.
My husband doesn't understand elegant food.
He's an ignoramus.
Hey, this ignoramus is throwing you an anniversary party for 500 people.
500, you say?
Let's, um, sit down and figure something out because I would really love to cater this party.
Look, you seem like a nice lady.
It's just that our guests are comin' in from the Bronx.
They don't know from fancy food.
It's more of a sausage and peppers crowd.
I'm sorry.
I could make you braciole.
You can do braciole?
Yes, and, uh...
gnocchi and tortelloni and, uh, lasagna verde.
But none of that stuff's on your menu.
That's because they're family recipes from...
my grandmother Bombelli.
You're Italian?
You don't look it.
Papa was Irish.
I may get my hair from the o'rourke side, but my stomach...
She's all bombelli.
If you give me this job, I will feed your family my stracotto till the men can't button their pants.
Now that's what we're lookin' for.
You're hired.
Ahh!
I feel better.
All right, let's get back to it.
Hold it.
You got all these problems right?
You cheated, didn't you?
Confess!
No, Ivana helped me.
Who's Ivana?
That's me.
We met when you handed me this bucket and rag.
Oh.
yeah.
Right.
Sorry.
Uh, you helped her?
I told her to look at fractions like a big chocolate cake.
The bottom number is the whole thing, and the top number represents how many slices.
Well, I should've known cake would make everything come into focus.
Math is my specialty.
I have a PHD in engineering from the University of Bucharest.
But it means nothing in the American job market.
So...
Wow.
A doctor.
Impressive.
Oh, the upstairs bathroom has a bunch of hair stuck in the drain.
Can you take care of that?
Sure.
Mom, this next page doesn't make sense.
I need help.
Uh...
doctor?
I'm thinking that drain can wait.
Nick...
Hey, Lynette!
Perfect timing.
I was just thinking about busting open a bottle of wine.
Well, actually, I'm here to talk to Nick.
I was admiring your roses and I was hoping you could give me a few pointers.
Honey, you hear that?
People are asking us for gardening tips.
We are officially suburban.
Oh, so...
wine?
Uh...
you go ahead.
All right.
Thanks, though.
- Mm-hmm.
So here's the key...
you, uh, you cut going away from the bud at a 45 degree angle...
I know about you and Julie.
For God sakes, you're twice her age.
Okay, Lynette, this is none of your business.
No offense.
None taken.
But you know who might be offended?
Her father.
If Karl finds out, he's gonna come over here and cut your buds off at a 45 degree angle.
Yeah, thanks for the warning.
I mean it.
If you don't stop bothering julie, you will be sorry.
Happy gardening.
Wait, hang on a second.
Hang on.
Hang...
Wait, Julie said I was bothering her?
Did she also tell you that she started this whole thing?
She came after me.
All right, there are two sides to every story.
Yeah, well, your side is married.
Look, I tried to resist.
She just wore me down, talking about how she'd never met anybody like me, she never felt this way before.
She's been jerking me around since the day we met.
I don't care!
Just leave her alone.
Yeah, all right.
all right, fine.
If I find out you told anyone about us you're the one who's gonna be sorry.
So like I said, you wanna water the roses you know, a few times a week.
Don't get anything on the foliage.
That's how they get diseased.
all right?
Hey, thanks, baby.
You okay?
I think I might know who strangled julie.
Hey, good timing.
I'm putting dinner on the table.
I thought the housekeeper was supposed to start today.
She did, and she's fantastic!
And her family escaped from Romania with practically nothing.
Well, what were they fleeing from, cleanliness?
Well, I...
I didn't wanna just throw work at her the first day.
We needed time to bond.
Okay, so when does she start bonding with the dishwasher?
Daddy, look what I did!
Fractions!
All right!
So mommy taught you how to do fractions.
Mommy didn't.
Ivana...
Ivana take all the credit myself!
Can you believe her?
After all the work I've done...
let's go teach you some manners.
So the best I can figure, the attack happened around 11:30 that night.
Now people saw Katherine leaving the wedding in the afternoon, and no one saw her again until the next morning.
So...
you have to wonder.
Um...
I am sorry but aren't you gonna write some of this down?
You totally don't remember me, do you?
Oh, my gosh!
No.
sorry.
uh, can I get a little help?
Denise.
Denise Lapera.
Of course!
A little more help, please?
Fairview High.
I used to sit behind you in Mr.
Parsons' English class.
Oh, my God!
I am such an idiot!
Denise Lapeera!
Lapera.
Lapera.
Mr.
Parsons. "
Pit-stain" Parsons.
Oh, gosh.
I wonder what ever happened to him.
Yeah, I actually arrested him a few years back.
Twice.
Drunk driving.
He got a little aggressive.
I had to use my taser.
Part of my was like "zip!
And that's for 'Beowulf'!"
That's good times.
Oh, good times.
And the good times just keep rolling for you, huh, Susan?
I mean, look, you got a handsome husband and two beautiful children and a lovely home.
Oh.
Well, how about you, Detective lapeera?
Lapera.
Lapera.
Uh, I, you know, you have done very well for yourself.
Professionally, maybe.
But I'm living in my mother's basement.
I'm sorry.
Uh, divorced?
Never married.
Dating anyone?
No, but I did bowl a 179 the other night.
And you're a detective.
So back to Katherine.
Uh, is there, you know, anything else That you would need to know?
No, I'm good.
I'll just head over there now and nose around and see if she has an alibi.
Oh, actually, uh, Denise, one more thing.
Um, this is a very tight-knit community, and I'm afraid if Katherine finds out that I'm the one that accused her of this, things could get ugly.
Aw, we wouldn't want that, would we?
Exactly, so maybe you could just say it was an anonymous tip or something.
Sure.
Thanks.
Oh, say hi to your mom.
Yeah, we don't speak.
Oh, look.
what a nice gift.
It's the least I could do to thank you for that marvelous dinner.
Oh, please, we should be thanking you for not walking out when me and Nick started screaming at each other.
Oh, it was just one course.
The rest of the meal was extremely quiet.
God, you are so tactful.
You think you can teach me some of that?
And take away that earthy charm?
I wouldn't think of it.
Listen, Angie, I have this friend coming to town next week, and I would love to serve her that dinner you made for us, if you don't mind sharing your recipes.
Oh, gee, I would love to help, but grandma bombelli was real strict about not sharing the family recipes.
Please?
This friend just loves good italian food.
Take her to Piccolino.
Their food is good.
Um...
this friend...
she doesn't really go to restaurants anymore, not since the fire.
People stare, so...
Oh, my God.
that's awful.
you know what?
Grandma would want this woman to eat well.
Hold on.
Okay, we got the gnocchi, lasagna verde, the tortelloni, the braciole, the stracotto, arancini and the polenta cake.
But...
I'm making a big exception here, so promise you won't go passing these around.
Trust me.
I will treat these recipes as if they were my own.
She has been over there a long time, hasn't she?
Man, are there enough photos of you in this yearbook?
Wow.
Do you still have this cheerleading outfit?
Mike!
I just thought if you put it on, it might jog your memory.
Looking at Denise's photo might do the trick.
Hey, here she is.
Yikes.
Hair in the '80s...
what were you girls thinking?
Oh, my God.
Moose.
Too much mousse, if you ask me.
No, the animal.
That was her nickname.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
What's wrong?
This is moose Lapera.
She was the only girl that hated me in high school.
Why?
I may have mentioned to Beth Porter that...
she had a laugh like a moose.
You gave her the nickname?
No, I just made that comparison.
Beth is the one that got the entire school to go...
whenever she walked by.
And she hates you because of that?
Well, and also...
I kinda stole her boyfriend. "
Kind of"?
She spent all senior year in love with Mark Malone, and they went on, like, one date, and mark noticed me and dumped moose to ask me out.
So the guy came after you.
Wasn't your fault.
Clearly you were never a high school girl.
Moose was convinced that I stole Mark from her, just like Katherine is convinced that I...
oh, my God!
I sent her over there.
It's like a meeting of the "I hate Susan" club!
What am I gonna do?
This was a long time ago.
Nobody holds a grudge that long.
Hey, maybe you're right.
Look at this.
I think she might be arresting Katherine right now.
That is a perp walk.
She is taking Katherine on a perp walk.
Looks more like a perp hug.
What is going on?
What...
what is she doing?
I think she's showing us how long someone can hold her grudge.
Juanita, I was thinking, after you and Ivana finish your schoolwork, would you like to go see a movie with me...
just the two of us.
Cool!
Can we have junior mints for dinner?
Wouldn't be a movie if you weren't throwing up candy on the ride home.
Hi.
Can I help you?
Hola.
I'm Christina.
From happy housekeeper?
Oh!
Oh, there must be some mistake.
Uh, our maid is Ivana.
I request Ivana.
Where's Ivana?
My english not so good.
It's okay.
It's our new cleaning lady.
Gracias por venir.
Would you excuse us one moment?
Un momento.
What do you mean, new cleaning lady?
Where's Ivana?
I called the agency and had them send over someone else.
Well...
why?
Because Ivana sucked, and not in that good vacuum sort of way.
Hey, cut her some slack.
She's Romanian.
Okay, when your people are being chased into Argentina by angry cossacks, maybe a sparkling toilet isn't that important.
Argentina?
How about you stick to fractions, and I'll teach Juanita geography?
Good bye Gracias.
So how do you feel about teaching math to 7-year-olds?
My english...
Not so good.
Yeah, I know.
Knock, knock!
Angie, what are you doing here?
Oh, your shortbread was so good, I made you a batch of my pignoli cookies.
How incredibly thoughtful of you.
Hey, I smell marinara.
You cooking my food for your friend?
Yes, and I am way behind, so...
Oh!
Well, let me help you, then!
Wow.
You sure got a lot of sauce here.
Lot of potatoes, too.
This is all for three people?
Well, with food like yours, who wouldn't want leftovers? "
Vitale anniversary party arancino, gnocchi, braciole."
You were stealing my recipes for a catering job.
I wanted to serve foie gras.
The client demanded pasta.
So you come running to me with some sob story about a burn victim who can only be healed by manicott'?
I admit that was a bit tacky.
I lit a candle for that woman!
If you think about it, it was a huge compliment.
And the compliment is that my food is good enough for your business but I'm not.
I would never say you weren't good enough.
Of course you wouldn't.
You're tactful.
But you know what?
I'm not, which is why I can say that you're a two-faced, condescending bitch who will never make a nickel off my dead grandma's braciole!
But enjoy the cookies!
That's insane.
I know this is hard for you.
It's impossible.
It couldn't have been Nick.
How can you be so sure?
It was dark.
You told the police you couldn't see who attacked you.
This doesn't make any sense.
He loves me.
Exactly, and you broke up with him.
Honey, this is something we have to consider.
Well, I can't consider it, okay?
I just can't.
Julie...
we watched you grow up.
You're like a daughter to us.
We can't stand by and do nothing.
So you're gonna talk to the police no matter what I say.
I think we have to.
It just couldn't be him.
You.
What are you doing here?
The agency gave me this address.
Please, Ivana, I need you to come back.
Your husband told the agency that I am a lousy housekeeper.
You never told him what I was really doing.
The agency almost fired me.
You have to leave.
Oh, no, no, no!
Wait!
Wait!
I need you!
Juanita needs you.
See?
She needs you.
She has a test tomorrow, and when I teach her, one of us ends up in tears.
Don't make me teach my baby.
I'm sorry.
I have floors to scrub.
Forget scrubbing.
Ivana, you have a gift.
Share it with the world, starting with my daughter.
What about the floor?
You missed a spot.
Got a minute?
This really isn't a good time.
Ooh.
Gnocchi.
Tasty.
Don't patronize me.
Angie's are light as air.
Mine are like little shot puts.
Well, perhaps this will cheer you up.
I went to that jewelry store on Maple and look what I found.
You like it?
I told you, I don't have time for this.
You know, it's odd.
I asked them about the first brooch, but they said...
Oh, for God sakes, Orson, would you just stop it?!
I have told you again and again I want a divorce.
Do you think you can change my mind with trinkets?
I don't want jewelry.
I don't want romantic gestures.
I want out!
Now would you please leave me alone?
Or for God sakes, I swear I'll throw something at you!
Just not one of the gnocchi.
Those things could put a man's eye out.
Sorry I'm late!
I had to take down some geezer in the ten items or less line.
Ivana, you should probably split before Carlos gets ho...
oh, my!
Yeah, I got off work early, so I let our cleaning woman go home.
Juanita, good job.
Let's knock off early today.
Okay, daddy.
Do you hear that?
I think Celia fell down.
Gaby.
I'm sorry.
I asked you for help.
I asked for a tutor, and you said no.
Because you're her mother.
You should be able to set aside a few hours each day to teach your own daughter.
And I will teach her.
There's so many things I'm gonna teach her...
how to dress, how to put on makeup.
I'll even show her how to get a boy to notice her.
That's stuff I know.
And we're gonna have so much fun.
But fractions and grammar and history...
it's just not my thing, and she knows it.
And then she gets frustrated because I'm frustrated.
And it's ruining our relationship.
Come on, Gaby.
Let's not exaggerate.
Carlos, she turned me down when I asked to take her for ice cream.
I know.
I know.
Some moms are made to homeschool, and I'm just not one of them.
Okay.
I get it.
hmm?
We will figure something else out.
You won't have to homeschool her anymore.
Oh.
Thank you, Carlos.
You're welcome.
Can I keep the housekeeper?
Absolutely not.
I know.
I know.
May I come in, please?
What now?
Um...
I just...
Came to say I'm sorry.
What I did was wrong, and those names you called me were harsh but regrettably accurate.
I don't know if you'd even consider working for me now, but if you would, I would be honored to have you in my kitchen.
Well, well, well.
You must be drowning over there.
All right, I'm drowning.
And you want me to save you.
Please.
First, tell me this.
Why don't you like me?
I like you.
I find you colorful and...
Oh, enough with the tact.
Fine.
I...
You make me uncomfortable.
I don't know how to respond when someone is as candid as you are.
You say whatever pops in your mind.
You fight with your husband in front of guests...
Oh, well, not everyone's marriage is as perfect as yours, Nancy Reagan.
My marriage is not perfect.
Oh, come on.
Orson and I barely speak to each other anymore.
We haven't shared a bed in three months.
Seriously?
Well, I never would've guessed.
That's the point.
Our problems are personal.
We don't share them with the world.
But you can't seem to keep anything to yourself.
What?
Trust me, honey.
If there's one thing I know how to do, it's keep things to myself.
Well...
there we are.
You think I'm vulgar.
Oh, excuse me.
Candid.
And I think you're a tight ass.
But you need help, and I need a job, so...
let's get cookin'.
You mean it?
Thank you, Angie.
You're a lifesaver.
So...
no sex for three months.
What do you do, sit on the dryer?
Okay, now you're just goading me.
One ham on wheat, extra mayo.
Corned beef, lean, and of course, an entire jar of pickles.
What's this about?
Honestly, uh, I don't think this new detective is up to the job, and I need a couple of seasoned pros with old school savvy...
Oh, hello, Susan.
Denise.
Why don't you call me "Moose"?
You know you want to.
Moose?
Moose?
Denise, I'm glad I ran into you.
I...
I came down here to apologize.
No, you came down here to get me kicked off the case.
Okay.
One more thing to apologize for.
So look, um, I really am sorry about Mark Malone, but that was ages ago, and that guy had "loser" written all over him.
Hmm.
He's the CEO of Malone Enterprises with a 6-bedroom home overlooking the lake.
Okay.
The point is, I'd hate for our history to cloud your judgment in this case.
You think I'm behaving unprofessionally.
Well...
when you were leaving Katherine's house the other day, you two did look...
pretty chummy.
Oh, well, it turns out we have a lot in common.
We both had boyfriends stolen by you.
I did not steal Mike.
Katherine just thinks that I did, which is why I'm betting she strangled Julie.
Yeah, well, she couldn't have, because she was on the phone all night with her daughter, and the phone records confirm it.
Are you sure?
I know how to do my job, Susan.
In fact, I've discovered some interesting facts while investigating this case.
Is it true that on the evening of September 16th at approximately 11:45, you shot Katherine Mayfair?
What?
That was an accident.
And you not reporting it was a crime.
Okay, um, let's not blow this out of proportion.
I hurt you, but you've gotta get past this.
You can't keep blaming me for the way that your life turned out.
It's just...
it's gonna make you bitter and miserable, like Katherine.
You need closure, Denise.
You have the right to be happy.
And you have the right to remain silent.
In you go!
Hey, Susan, you know what this is called?
Closure.
The Julie Mayer assault?
We're not on that case anymore.
Detective Lapera's handling that.
Why?
Well, we have some new information to report.
The detective is out on a call at the moment.
This needs to be checked out right away.
What needs to be checked out right away?
Did you guys ever talk to Nick Bolen?
The dad of the kid we arrested.
Yeah, yeah, we talked to him.
I'm guessing he didn't mention that he and Julie were having an affair.
She broke it off right before she was attacked.
No kiddin'.
Hey, babe.
What's up?
Good news.
I am a working girl.
Bree asked me to join her company.
Yeah?
Hey, that's great.
Hey, you're still gonna cook for me, right?
Are you kidding?
You're my guinea pig.
Mwah.
Congrats.
Oh, and there was something else I needed to tell you.
Oh, right, right, right.
Cops called.
They wanted to know where you were the night that Julie Mayer was strangled.
What?
Why would they be asking about me?
I guess because you were having an affair with her?
Look, I don't know what they told you.
They didn't tell me anything.
I've known for weeks.
Ange...
don't.
Don't embarrass yourself...
or me.
You did a stupid thing.
But I know you can't go anywhere, and you know I can't go anywhere.
So we're gonna have to get past this.
I'm so sorry.
I've put you through a lot, so you get this one.
But that's it.
You know I never attacked her.
And that is why I lied and told the cops you were with me the entire night.
So we're okay?
Now we're okay.
The truth is, there's only so much we can learn from books.
They can't tell you how to make your wife happy.
They can't tell you how to appreciate your neighbor.
They can't tell you if that man across the street is dangerous.
No, the only way to truly learn is from your mistakes.
Of course, if those mistakes land you in jail, it might be nice to have a book to pass the time.
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Old friends fought.
You knew that Julie was in trouble, and you chose not to come to me.
New lovers lie.
Where did you get it, Bree?
She bought it?
I'm assuming.
Uh, yes, at that little antique store down on pearl street.
Sorry.
We sell furniture.
She must have gotten it somewhere else.
And suspicion was born.
Do you know where Katherine was the night that Julie was attacked?
Julie Mayer was having trouble sleeping.
You see, every time she closed her eyes, she dreamt of her neighbor.
They met when she came to tutor his son.
Later, a chance encounter at a caf led to hours of conversation.
He asked to see her again...
and again...
and again.
And the next thing Julie knew, she was having an affair with a married man.
But then, after a close call, she came to her senses and told the man it was over.
Unfortunately for Julie, Some men can't take "no" for an answer.
Can I come in?
What, that's it?
It's that simple to you?
You have to leave now.
Come on.
Let's just talk about this.
There is nothing to talk about!
Just go!
Yes, there is!
Just come on.
Talk to me!
huh?
Lynette.
Hi.
What's up?
I'm just dropping off that band candy your mom bought from Penny.
Everything okay?
Yeah, everything's fine.
Um...
Mr.
Bolen was just leaving.
Right?
Yeah, I guess I was.
Hey, Lynette.
Hey, Nick.
What was that about?
What do you mean?
Well, I don't mean to pry.
It's just...
When I was walking up, I heard you two arguing.
He's the guy.
The guy?
The guy I was...
having the affair with.
No.
No!
Why did you tell me this?!
You asked.
Why not lie?
I'm late for work.
I would've bought anything.
Look, don't freak out.
It's over.
Not for me.
Now I have to tell your mom!
No, you don't.
She was pissed when I didn't tell her you might be pregnant.
If I don't tell her about this, I'm dead.
Come on, Lynette.
I am serious!
She already shot Katherine.
Now she's got a taste for blood.
There's no reason to tell her anything.
I broke it off weeks ago.
Then why was he here?
He wants me to take him back.
Threaten to tell his wife.
He doesn't care.
He says he loves me.
Oh, honey, you're smart enough to know that that's a lie.
Right?
I keep trying to get over him, but then he comes over here and he says all this stuff, and I...
I just get so confused.
Listen to me.
I will handle this.
Really?
And you...
you won't tell my mom?
No, I won't.
Thank you.
That night, for the first time in weeks, Julie Mayer would sleep well.
Unfortunately, Lynette Scavo would not. "
The Fairview Homeschooling Workbook" was created to help parents teach their children.
It's colorful, very entertaining, a bit challenging and guaranteed to make teaching fun.
Pick that up, or I will knock you into next week!
I hate fractions!
I don't care!
You still have to learn them!
Why?
Fractions are boring!
Okay.
Fine.
Let me make it more interesting for you.
Say I take Mrs.
Doolittle...
you favorite doll...
and I chop her into thirds.
I bury one third in the yard.
I put another third down the garbage disposal.
How much of Mrs.
Doolittle do you have left?
You're not gonna hurt her, are you?
It depends on how you answer the question!
Gaby!
Can I see you for a sec?
What is going on?
I'm teaching math.
By threatening her toys?
Well, maybe teacher's a little tired, okay?
It's not the only thing I have to do around here.
I also have to cook and clean.
Okay, I hear you.
It isn't fair that all this falls on you.
I'll get you some help.
Thank you.
We'll get a housekeeper.
What?
No, no, no, I'd rather have a tutor.
You'd rather scrubs toilets than teach your daughter?
Well, at least the toilets won't talk back.
Gaby, she just had to leave her school and all her friends.
And now her mother's gonna abandon her, and leave her with some stranger?
I don't think so.
No, but...
No "but"s.
Juanita needs you right now.
You're doing this.
Don't worry.
Your doll's safe.
If I'm gonna chop anything off, it's gonna be something of your daddy's!
So you're saying you won't even talk to her?
No, we already interviewed Mrs.
Mayfair.
That's when you thought Danny Bolen had attacked Julie.
You treated her like a witness.
Now you need to treat her like a suspect.
Look, miss, we're not trying to dismiss your concerns, but women don't commit this kind of crime.
They tend to keep at a physical remove from their victims...
vehicular assaults, poison.
Well, maybe Katherine was thinking outside the box.
Hey, did you get any mayo?
-Yeah.
Look, I was skeptical, too, but she does have a motive.
She hates Susan.
Well, that's a motive to attack her.
Well, maybe Katherine saw Julie taking out the garbage and thought it was me.
She mistook you for a 23-year-old?
I'm sorry, Mrs.
Delfino, but, uh, unless you've got actual evidence, we're gonna keep assuming that this is a random incident...
one that your daughter thankfully survived.
Damn it!
They forgot the pickle!
What is with this place?
Is there anyone here that understands a woman can be a psycho killer, too?
Ah, maybe I can help.
You want me to take this one?
Have at it.
Thank you so much.
So how about I, uh, take a look at your file?
I will swing by tomorrow, and I'll get your statement then.
Great.
Well...
It is nice to know that someone Cares about justice More than pickles.
Come on, Mike.
Are you sure you want this case?
'Cause I've got a serial killer here that might be more fun.
Nah, she and I go way back.
She doesn't remember me now, but she will.
I wish you hadn't committed us to this.
Why?
They're our neighbors, and they've been asking us for weeks.
I'm not a fan of Angie Bolen.
She can be very forward.
I like her.
She's earthy, takes a real interest in people.
Yes.
Last week, she asked me how much my dress cost and did I still get visits from my Aunt Flo.
Well, I believe that's a euphemism for...
I know what it means.
By the way, I stopped by that antique store today...
the one where you said you bought that brooch.
I thought I'd get you a replacement since you gave yours to Susan.
But the owner said they don't sell jewelry there.
Just furniture.
Well, that's odd.
I must've confused that store with the jewelry shop on Maple Street.
Yes, I remember now.
That's where I bought it.
Hey, look who's here!
My goodness.
Another course?
Well, my grandma Bombelli always said, "If the men can still button their pants, dinner ain't over yet."
Is her braciole amazing or what?
I have to admit, I've never had this before.
And it is quite tasty.
Aw, thanks, hon.
Hang on a sec.
You don't want to stain that gorgeous blouse.
I'm actually a very neat eater.
Oh, hey, when Nick here starts twirlin' his pasta, nobody's safe.
I did get some friendly fire from a meatball earlier.
I'm glad we're finally doing this.
You two are hard to pin down.
Well, we've been incredibly busy.
Oh, I'll bet, especially since Katherine wigged out and you had to give her the boot.
You know, if you need someone to replace her, you could a lot worse than Angie.
Oh?
Yeah, her grandma Bombelli had the best restaurant in little Italy and taught Angie everything she knew.
I mean...
If you're lookin' for help.
Well, if your food is all this good...
We're...
not hiring.
Sorry.
Okay.
It's just a thought.
You sure, Bree?
She said no.
No, I'm just sayin'...
you don't know what you're missin'.
Nick, she's had four courses.
She knows what she's missing.
Now zip it.
Don't bite my head off.
I'm just tryin' to help.
What, by embarrassing our guests?
Just ignore him, okay?
It was your idea to cook for her.
Thank you!
Now they're gonna think that I don't cook for people unless I have an angle.
I am so sorry.
Now look at them.
They're wishin' they hadn't come.
No!
we're having a lovely time.
No!
we're thrilled to be here!
Perfect!
Now you're makin' our guests lie.
I'm gonna go stir the sauce.
I'll get more wine.
We're gonna need it.
Uh, just curious, how many more courses?
Three.
Orson, I never thought I'd say this to you again, but please...
unbutton your pants.
Okay.
If you have half a cabbage, and someone gives you a quarter cabbage, how much cabbage do you have?
None, because I hate cabbages and I wouldn't take 'em.
Fine.
They're balloons.
There's no such thing as half a balloon.
Well, there is a such thing as half an allowance, which is what you're gonna get if you don't start to focus.
Why can't I just use a calculator?
'Cause you have to know this stuff.
If not, you're gonna end up scrubbing other people's toilets!
Sorry.
Look, if you finish this page, we'll go get some ice cream.
How's that sound?
I don't want to have ice cream with you.
I'm gonna get some air.
Will you make sure she doesn't move from the table?
What do you call this again?
Uh, foie gras mousse.
Mmm.
Tastes so elegant.
Don't you think it's elegant?
It's okay.
Would you like to sample something else, Mr.
Vitale?
Some salmon en croute or perhaps some coq au vin?
Got anything I can pronounce?
You don't need to pronounce it.
You just gotta wipe it off your shirt.
You wanna end up on a plate next to the salmon, keep it up.
I...
I'm sorry we wasted your time.
My husband doesn't understand elegant food.
He's an ignoramus.
Hey, this ignoramus is throwing you an anniversary party for 500 people.
500, you say?
Let's, um, sit down and figure something out because I would really love to cater this party.
Look, you seem like a nice lady.
It's just that our guests are comin' in from the Bronx.
They don't know from fancy food.
It's more of a sausage and peppers crowd.
I'm sorry.
I could make you braciole.
You can do braciole?
Yes, and, uh...
gnocchi and tortelloni and, uh, lasagna verde.
But none of that stuff's on your menu.
That's because they're family recipes from...
my grandmother Bombelli.
You're Italian?
You don't look it.
Papa was Irish.
I may get my hair from the o'rourke side, but my stomach...
She's all bombelli.
If you give me this job, I will feed your family my stracotto till the men can't button their pants.
Now that's what we're lookin' for.
You're hired.
Ahh!
I feel better.
All right, let's get back to it.
Hold it.
You got all these problems right?
You cheated, didn't you?
Confess!
No, Ivana helped me.
Who's Ivana?
That's me.
We met when you handed me this bucket and rag.
Oh.
yeah.
Right.
Sorry.
Uh, you helped her?
I told her to look at fractions like a big chocolate cake.
The bottom number is the whole thing, and the top number represents how many slices.
Well, I should've known cake would make everything come into focus.
Math is my specialty.
I have a PHD in engineering from the University of Bucharest.
But it means nothing in the American job market.
So...
Wow.
A doctor.
Impressive.
Oh, the upstairs bathroom has a bunch of hair stuck in the drain.
Can you take care of that?
Sure.
Mom, this next page doesn't make sense.
I need help.
Uh...
doctor?
I'm thinking that drain can wait.
Nick...
Hey, Lynette!
Perfect timing.
I was just thinking about busting open a bottle of wine.
Well, actually, I'm here to talk to Nick.
I was admiring your roses and I was hoping you could give me a few pointers.
Honey, you hear that?
People are asking us for gardening tips.
We are officially suburban.
Oh, so...
wine?
Uh...
you go ahead.
All right.
Thanks, though.
- Mm-hmm.
So here's the key...
you, uh, you cut going away from the bud at a 45 degree angle...
I know about you and Julie.
For God sakes, you're twice her age.
Okay, Lynette, this is none of your business.
No offense.
None taken.
But you know who might be offended?
Her father.
If Karl finds out, he's gonna come over here and cut your buds off at a 45 degree angle.
Yeah, thanks for the warning.
I mean it.
If you don't stop bothering julie, you will be sorry.
Happy gardening.
Wait, hang on a second.
Hang on.
Hang...
Wait, Julie said I was bothering her?
Did she also tell you that she started this whole thing?
She came after me.
All right, there are two sides to every story.
Yeah, well, your side is married.
Look, I tried to resist.
She just wore me down, talking about how she'd never met anybody like me, she never felt this way before.
She's been jerking me around since the day we met.
I don't care!
Just leave her alone.
Yeah, all right.
all right, fine.
If I find out you told anyone about us you're the one who's gonna be sorry.
So like I said, you wanna water the roses you know, a few times a week.
Don't get anything on the foliage.
That's how they get diseased.
all right?
Hey, thanks, baby.
You okay?
I think I might know who strangled julie.
Hey, good timing.
I'm putting dinner on the table.
I thought the housekeeper was supposed to start today.
She did, and she's fantastic!
And her family escaped from Romania with practically nothing.
Well, what were they fleeing from, cleanliness?
Well, I...
I didn't wanna just throw work at her the first day.
We needed time to bond.
Okay, so when does she start bonding with the dishwasher?
Daddy, look what I did!
Fractions!
All right!
So mommy taught you how to do fractions.
Mommy didn't.
Ivana...
Ivana take all the credit myself!
Can you believe her?
After all the work I've done...
let's go teach you some manners.
So the best I can figure, the attack happened around 11:30 that night.
Now people saw Katherine leaving the wedding in the afternoon, and no one saw her again until the next morning.
So...
you have to wonder.
Um...
I am sorry but aren't you gonna write some of this down?
You totally don't remember me, do you?
Oh, my gosh!
No.
sorry.
uh, can I get a little help?
Denise.
Denise Lapera.
Of course!
A little more help, please?
Fairview High.
I used to sit behind you in Mr.
Parsons' English class.
Oh, my God!
I am such an idiot!
Denise Lapeera!
Lapera.
Lapera.
Mr.
Parsons. "
Pit-stain" Parsons.
Oh, gosh.
I wonder what ever happened to him.
Yeah, I actually arrested him a few years back.
Twice.
Drunk driving.
He got a little aggressive.
I had to use my taser.
Part of my was like "zip!
And that's for 'Beowulf'!"
That's good times.
Oh, good times.
And the good times just keep rolling for you, huh, Susan?
I mean, look, you got a handsome husband and two beautiful children and a lovely home.
Oh.
Well, how about you, Detective lapeera?
Lapera.
Lapera.
Uh, I, you know, you have done very well for yourself.
Professionally, maybe.
But I'm living in my mother's basement.
I'm sorry.
Uh, divorced?
Never married.
Dating anyone?
No, but I did bowl a 179 the other night.
And you're a detective.
So back to Katherine.
Uh, is there, you know, anything else That you would need to know?
No, I'm good.
I'll just head over there now and nose around and see if she has an alibi.
Oh, actually, uh, Denise, one more thing.
Um, this is a very tight-knit community, and I'm afraid if Katherine finds out that I'm the one that accused her of this, things could get ugly.
Aw, we wouldn't want that, would we?
Exactly, so maybe you could just say it was an anonymous tip or something.
Sure.
Thanks.
Oh, say hi to your mom.
Yeah, we don't speak.
Oh, look.
what a nice gift.
It's the least I could do to thank you for that marvelous dinner.
Oh, please, we should be thanking you for not walking out when me and Nick started screaming at each other.
Oh, it was just one course.
The rest of the meal was extremely quiet.
God, you are so tactful.
You think you can teach me some of that?
And take away that earthy charm?
I wouldn't think of it.
Listen, Angie, I have this friend coming to town next week, and I would love to serve her that dinner you made for us, if you don't mind sharing your recipes.
Oh, gee, I would love to help, but grandma bombelli was real strict about not sharing the family recipes.
Please?
This friend just loves good italian food.
Take her to Piccolino.
Their food is good.
Um...
this friend...
she doesn't really go to restaurants anymore, not since the fire.
People stare, so...
Oh, my God.
that's awful.
you know what?
Grandma would want this woman to eat well.
Hold on.
Okay, we got the gnocchi, lasagna verde, the tortelloni, the braciole, the stracotto, arancini and the polenta cake.
But...
I'm making a big exception here, so promise you won't go passing these around.
Trust me.
I will treat these recipes as if they were my own.
She has been over there a long time, hasn't she?
Man, are there enough photos of you in this yearbook?
Wow.
Do you still have this cheerleading outfit?
Mike!
I just thought if you put it on, it might jog your memory.
Looking at Denise's photo might do the trick.
Hey, here she is.
Yikes.
Hair in the '80s...
what were you girls thinking?
Oh, my God.
Moose.
Too much mousse, if you ask me.
No, the animal.
That was her nickname.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
What's wrong?
This is moose Lapera.
She was the only girl that hated me in high school.
Why?
I may have mentioned to Beth Porter that...
she had a laugh like a moose.
You gave her the nickname?
No, I just made that comparison.
Beth is the one that got the entire school to go...
whenever she walked by.
And she hates you because of that?
Well, and also...
I kinda stole her boyfriend. "
Kind of"?
She spent all senior year in love with Mark Malone, and they went on, like, one date, and mark noticed me and dumped moose to ask me out.
So the guy came after you.
Wasn't your fault.
Clearly you were never a high school girl.
Moose was convinced that I stole Mark from her, just like Katherine is convinced that I...
oh, my God!
I sent her over there.
It's like a meeting of the "I hate Susan" club!
What am I gonna do?
This was a long time ago.
Nobody holds a grudge that long.
Hey, maybe you're right.
Look at this.
I think she might be arresting Katherine right now.
That is a perp walk.
She is taking Katherine on a perp walk.
Looks more like a perp hug.
What is going on?
What...
what is she doing?
I think she's showing us how long someone can hold her grudge.
Juanita, I was thinking, after you and Ivana finish your schoolwork, would you like to go see a movie with me...
just the two of us.
Cool!
Can we have junior mints for dinner?
Wouldn't be a movie if you weren't throwing up candy on the ride home.
Hi.
Can I help you?
Hola.
I'm Christina.
From happy housekeeper?
Oh!
Oh, there must be some mistake.
Uh, our maid is Ivana.
I request Ivana.
Where's Ivana?
My english not so good.
It's okay.
It's our new cleaning lady.
Gracias por venir.
Would you excuse us one moment?
Un momento.
What do you mean, new cleaning lady?
Where's Ivana?
I called the agency and had them send over someone else.
Well...
why?
Because Ivana sucked, and not in that good vacuum sort of way.
Hey, cut her some slack.
She's Romanian.
Okay, when your people are being chased into Argentina by angry cossacks, maybe a sparkling toilet isn't that important.
Argentina?
How about you stick to fractions, and I'll teach Juanita geography?
Good bye Gracias.
So how do you feel about teaching math to 7-year-olds?
My english...
Not so good.
Yeah, I know.
Knock, knock!
Angie, what are you doing here?
Oh, your shortbread was so good, I made you a batch of my pignoli cookies.
How incredibly thoughtful of you.
Hey, I smell marinara.
You cooking my food for your friend?
Yes, and I am way behind, so...
Oh!
Well, let me help you, then!
Wow.
You sure got a lot of sauce here.
Lot of potatoes, too.
This is all for three people?
Well, with food like yours, who wouldn't want leftovers? "
Vitale anniversary party arancino, gnocchi, braciole."
You were stealing my recipes for a catering job.
I wanted to serve foie gras.
The client demanded pasta.
So you come running to me with some sob story about a burn victim who can only be healed by manicott'?
I admit that was a bit tacky.
I lit a candle for that woman!
If you think about it, it was a huge compliment.
And the compliment is that my food is good enough for your business but I'm not.
I would never say you weren't good enough.
Of course you wouldn't.
You're tactful.
But you know what?
I'm not, which is why I can say that you're a two-faced, condescending bitch who will never make a nickel off my dead grandma's braciole!
But enjoy the cookies!
That's insane.
I know this is hard for you.
It's impossible.
It couldn't have been Nick.
How can you be so sure?
It was dark.
You told the police you couldn't see who attacked you.
This doesn't make any sense.
He loves me.
Exactly, and you broke up with him.
Honey, this is something we have to consider.
Well, I can't consider it, okay?
I just can't.
Julie...
we watched you grow up.
You're like a daughter to us.
We can't stand by and do nothing.
So you're gonna talk to the police no matter what I say.
I think we have to.
It just couldn't be him.
You.
What are you doing here?
The agency gave me this address.
Please, Ivana, I need you to come back.
Your husband told the agency that I am a lousy housekeeper.
You never told him what I was really doing.
The agency almost fired me.
You have to leave.
Oh, no, no, no!
Wait!
Wait!
I need you!
Juanita needs you.
See?
She needs you.
She has a test tomorrow, and when I teach her, one of us ends up in tears.
Don't make me teach my baby.
I'm sorry.
I have floors to scrub.
Forget scrubbing.
Ivana, you have a gift.
Share it with the world, starting with my daughter.
What about the floor?
You missed a spot.
Got a minute?
This really isn't a good time.
Ooh.
Gnocchi.
Tasty.
Don't patronize me.
Angie's are light as air.
Mine are like little shot puts.
Well, perhaps this will cheer you up.
I went to that jewelry store on Maple and look what I found.
You like it?
I told you, I don't have time for this.
You know, it's odd.
I asked them about the first brooch, but they said...
Oh, for God sakes, Orson, would you just stop it?!
I have told you again and again I want a divorce.
Do you think you can change my mind with trinkets?
I don't want jewelry.
I don't want romantic gestures.
I want out!
Now would you please leave me alone?
Or for God sakes, I swear I'll throw something at you!
Just not one of the gnocchi.
Those things could put a man's eye out.
Sorry I'm late!
I had to take down some geezer in the ten items or less line.
Ivana, you should probably split before Carlos gets ho...
oh, my!
Yeah, I got off work early, so I let our cleaning woman go home.
Juanita, good job.
Let's knock off early today.
Okay, daddy.
Do you hear that?
I think Celia fell down.
Gaby.
I'm sorry.
I asked you for help.
I asked for a tutor, and you said no.
Because you're her mother.
You should be able to set aside a few hours each day to teach your own daughter.
And I will teach her.
There's so many things I'm gonna teach her...
how to dress, how to put on makeup.
I'll even show her how to get a boy to notice her.
That's stuff I know.
And we're gonna have so much fun.
But fractions and grammar and history...
it's just not my thing, and she knows it.
And then she gets frustrated because I'm frustrated.
And it's ruining our relationship.
Come on, Gaby.
Let's not exaggerate.
Carlos, she turned me down when I asked to take her for ice cream.
I know.
I know.
Some moms are made to homeschool, and I'm just not one of them.
Okay.
I get it.
hmm?
We will figure something else out.
You won't have to homeschool her anymore.
Oh.
Thank you, Carlos.
You're welcome.
Can I keep the housekeeper?
Absolutely not.
I know.
I know.
May I come in, please?
What now?
Um...
I just...
Came to say I'm sorry.
What I did was wrong, and those names you called me were harsh but regrettably accurate.
I don't know if you'd even consider working for me now, but if you would, I would be honored to have you in my kitchen.
Well, well, well.
You must be drowning over there.
All right, I'm drowning.
And you want me to save you.
Please.
First, tell me this.
Why don't you like me?
I like you.
I find you colorful and...
Oh, enough with the tact.
Fine.
I...
You make me uncomfortable.
I don't know how to respond when someone is as candid as you are.
You say whatever pops in your mind.
You fight with your husband in front of guests...
Oh, well, not everyone's marriage is as perfect as yours, Nancy Reagan.
My marriage is not perfect.
Oh, come on.
Orson and I barely speak to each other anymore.
We haven't shared a bed in three months.
Seriously?
Well, I never would've guessed.
That's the point.
Our problems are personal.
We don't share them with the world.
But you can't seem to keep anything to yourself.
What?
Trust me, honey.
If there's one thing I know how to do, it's keep things to myself.
Well...
there we are.
You think I'm vulgar.
Oh, excuse me.
Candid.
And I think you're a tight ass.
But you need help, and I need a job, so...
let's get cookin'.
You mean it?
Thank you, Angie.
You're a lifesaver.
So...
no sex for three months.
What do you do, sit on the dryer?
Okay, now you're just goading me.
One ham on wheat, extra mayo.
Corned beef, lean, and of course, an entire jar of pickles.
What's this about?
Honestly, uh, I don't think this new detective is up to the job, and I need a couple of seasoned pros with old school savvy...
Oh, hello, Susan.
Denise.
Why don't you call me "Moose"?
You know you want to.
Moose?
Moose?
Denise, I'm glad I ran into you.
I...
I came down here to apologize.
No, you came down here to get me kicked off the case.
Okay.
One more thing to apologize for.
So look, um, I really am sorry about Mark Malone, but that was ages ago, and that guy had "loser" written all over him.
Hmm.
He's the CEO of Malone Enterprises with a 6-bedroom home overlooking the lake.
Okay.
The point is, I'd hate for our history to cloud your judgment in this case.
You think I'm behaving unprofessionally.
Well...
when you were leaving Katherine's house the other day, you two did look...
pretty chummy.
Oh, well, it turns out we have a lot in common.
We both had boyfriends stolen by you.
I did not steal Mike.
Katherine just thinks that I did, which is why I'm betting she strangled Julie.
Yeah, well, she couldn't have, because she was on the phone all night with her daughter, and the phone records confirm it.
Are you sure?
I know how to do my job, Susan.
In fact, I've discovered some interesting facts while investigating this case.
Is it true that on the evening of September 16th at approximately 11:45, you shot Katherine Mayfair?
What?
That was an accident.
And you not reporting it was a crime.
Okay, um, let's not blow this out of proportion.
I hurt you, but you've gotta get past this.
You can't keep blaming me for the way that your life turned out.
It's just...
it's gonna make you bitter and miserable, like Katherine.
You need closure, Denise.
You have the right to be happy.
And you have the right to remain silent.
In you go!
Hey, Susan, you know what this is called?
Closure.
The Julie Mayer assault?
We're not on that case anymore.
Detective Lapera's handling that.
Why?
Well, we have some new information to report.
The detective is out on a call at the moment.
This needs to be checked out right away.
What needs to be checked out right away?
Did you guys ever talk to Nick Bolen?
The dad of the kid we arrested.
Yeah, yeah, we talked to him.
I'm guessing he didn't mention that he and Julie were having an affair.
She broke it off right before she was attacked.
No kiddin'.
Hey, babe.
What's up?
Good news.
I am a working girl.
Bree asked me to join her company.
Yeah?
Hey, that's great.
Hey, you're still gonna cook for me, right?
Are you kidding?
You're my guinea pig.
Mwah.
Congrats.
Oh, and there was something else I needed to tell you.
Oh, right, right, right.
Cops called.
They wanted to know where you were the night that Julie Mayer was strangled.
What?
Why would they be asking about me?
I guess because you were having an affair with her?
Look, I don't know what they told you.
They didn't tell me anything.
I've known for weeks.
Ange...
don't.
Don't embarrass yourself...
or me.
You did a stupid thing.
But I know you can't go anywhere, and you know I can't go anywhere.
So we're gonna have to get past this.
I'm so sorry.
I've put you through a lot, so you get this one.
But that's it.
You know I never attacked her.
And that is why I lied and told the cops you were with me the entire night.
So we're okay?
Now we're okay.
The truth is, there's only so much we can learn from books.
They can't tell you how to make your wife happy.
They can't tell you how to appreciate your neighbor.
They can't tell you if that man across the street is dangerous.
No, the only way to truly learn is from your mistakes.
Of course, if those mistakes land you in jail, it might be nice to have a book to pass the time.
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