Why Women Kill (2019) s02e05 Episode Script

NARRATOR:
Previously onWhy Women Kill
-This must be Mr. Hemple.
-The guy whose life you ruined.
You're going to pay
for what you did to me, Loomis.
[grunting, groaning]
Don't you touch him!
Hey! Stop.
-Let me see.
-Okay. I'm fine.
Rita is coming to my home?
GRACE:
With the entire
nominating committee.
Surprise inspection.
Ladies.
ALL:
Hello.
What a surprise.
I admire women
who try to remake themselves.
Does that mean
you'll let me be in the club?
CATHERINE:
I think you're responsible
for his fall down the stairs.
Once I can prove that,
I will destroy you.
A photo of Catherine
in bed with a young buck
would disinherit her.
That scarf looks lovely on you.
I-I'm sorry. Is this person
a friend of yours?
I'm his lover.
You cheated on me with that?
What's her name?
She humiliated me.
I want to see her punished.
RITA:
I think Alma
is absolutely Elysian Park
Garden Club material.
MARTHA:
I'm falling apart.
Oh, but you don't want to hear
how sick I am.
But I do.
I really do.
NARRATOR:
Her name was Harriet.
Years earlier,
before her illness,
she'd been a schoolteacher.
So it was only natural
she would want to impart
one last lesson.
If you live long enough,
you will lose someone you love.
Some people f-fall apart
when death knocks on their door.
They shed buckets of tears.
Well
I say it's a waste of water.
Light that candle first.
We should simply thank God
for the time we had
with those we cared for.
The ones who gave
our life meaning.
Let's have music, too. Hmm?
Something Italian, I think.
[soft music playing]
My point is,
I'm not afraid to die.
So don't dwell in grief
once I've gone.
I will be finally free
of suffering.
That is something to celebrate.
Is the syringe ready, Bertram?
Yes, Mummy.
Good.
Let us begin.
You put the needle in
where I point.
I would do it myself,
but you know what this disease
has done to my hands.
It's a glorious thing
you've done tonight.
And always remember that.
Remember
only the best sons
send their mothers to heaven.
♪
♪
NARRATOR:
It was not uncommon
for Bertram Fillcot
to dream of his mother.
So he wasn't at all surprised
to see her that night.
But he was a bit startled
to discover
that she'd brought company.
[gasps]
Bertram knew instantly
why they'd come,
and what they expected of him.
Bertie.
What are you doing up?
I d I couldn't sleep.
You look pale.
Are you ill?
-No, I
-Hmm.
-I had a dream.
-Hmm.
Martha Westcott was in it.
Joan's aunt?
Why dream about her?
We spoke
for a long time yesterday,
while you were busy with
the ladies from the Garden Club.
ALMA:
Hmm.
And she confessed to me
that she's seriously ill.
Suffering from cancer.
-No!
-Alma,
she practically asked me
to kill her.
If you could hear how much
she missed her dead husband
Well, you're not
going to arrange the reunion.
Can't we at least discuss it?
You gave me your solemn vow
you'd give up your little hobby.
I'm trying to.
But the urge
-It's returned.
-Oh. [scoffs]
I'm just worried if I don't do
something to satisfy it soon,
I might have
a complete mental breakdown.
Nonsense.
That's all in your head.
Oh. Well, if that's the case,
perhaps I should talk
to a psychiatrist.
Have you lost your mind?
That would be the topic
of conversation, yes.
Psychiatrists gossip
just like everyone else.
The risk is far too great.
Well, I need to do something
to rid me of this compulsion.
Bertram, I don't want
to discuss this.
Please, can we just
go back to bed?
I'm exhausted.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
Uh
I'll be up in a moment.
Operator?
Yes, um
I'd like the number,
please, for a Timothy Keegan.
Um, I believe
he now lives in Oxnard.
Yes. Yes, I'll hold.
[giggling]
Yes.
[giggling]:
Right.
Oh, thanks, Amy.
You won't be sorry
you changed your vote.
She'll be a great
addition to our club.
Yes.
I'll see you at lunch.
Oh, 11 votes.
It's almost done.
You're looking evil today.
What are you up to?
Everywhere I turn, lately,
people are trying
to humiliate me.
So I've been forced
to wreak a little havoc.
Get a bit of revenge.
What do you want revenge for?
You've got a fur coat,
a fancy car.
Most people would kill
for your life.
I'm looking for sympathy,
Isabel, not perspective.
Please, Papa.
You must squeeze the ball.
The doctors say it will help you
regain control of your body.
Miss Castillo?
Hello.
Scooter, from the dry cleaners.
CATHARINE:
Oh, of course.
It's so nice to see you.
Out for a stroll?
I always bring my Papa here
for his special exercises.
You're a good daughter.
Nothing matters
more than family.
That's what my mom used to say,
before she died.
Oh, Papa. You dropped the ball.
I seemed to have
got some mustard on my shirt.
You don't happen
to have a hankie?
Oh, I think so.
When did you lose your mama?
I was ten.
Oh. So young.
I loved her so much.
We had so much fun.
Well, I I don't
seem to be helping much.
Oh, uh
Try the water fountain.
SCOOTER:
So
Do you go to the movies?
Oh, yes.
I-I love foreign films.
I actually enjoy
You know, maybe we could
Oh. What am I saying?
You don't even know me.
Well, I know
you're a very polite young man.
And, uh,
there is an Italian movie
I've been dying to see.
[stammers] I believe
it starts at 6:30.
I'll pick you up at 6:00.
[giggling]
SCOOTER:
Nice to meet you, sir.
Oh, Papa.
You're squeezing so hard.
You must be getting
your strength back.
[bicycle bell rings]
-Morning, Mrs. Fillcot.
-Hello.
Boy, your garden
sure does look lovely.
Oh. [chuckles]
Thank you, Eddie.
It truly is my pride and joy.
-I'll bet.
-Hmm.
So I got a telegram for you.
A telegram?
For me?
Oh, dear.
[clears throat]
RITA:
Congratulations
to our new member.
Luncheon reception
today at 2:00.
[gasps]
Is it bad news?
-[squeals]
-Whoa.
Dee! Bertram!
-Where are you?
-In here.
Is everything okay?
Everything's spectacular.
-I've been accepted
into the Garden Club.
-No.
Telegram just arrived.
Telegram?
Why didn't they just call?
Who cares?
My dream's coming true.
The reception is this afternoon.
I need to find
something to wear,
drive into town
and get my hair done.
Bertie, where are you?
I have news!
Uh, Daddy's gone.
Gone where?
He left you a note.
He took the bus to meet
someone down in Oxnard.
He'll be back tomorrow.
I'll grab the car keys,
and you can drop me off at work.
Who on Earth
does he know in Oxnard?
[door opens]
Bertram Fillcot.
What a sight for sore eyes.
I'm surprised you recognized me.
It's been what? 20 years?
I was thrilled to get your call.
I-I was a bit curious
as to what prompted it,
after such a long time.
Yes, well to be honest, um
I'm in desperate need
of someone to talk to.
Ah.
I had a feeling.
Oh. Hey, Max.
You got a phone call.
-Who is it?
-Some lady.
Wouldn't give her name,
but she insisted
on talking to the owner.
Hello.
So you're sure you're okay?
I went to see Dr. Rice,
and he said it was just a bump
on the noggin.
But he's going to run
some tests, to be sure.
Good.
So you got plans for tonight?
There's this guy
I've been seeing.
I'm hoping he'll take me
some place nice.
No such luck.
I think he wants you to come
to his apartment tonight.
Does he really?
Not what you think.
I'm going to make you dinner.
Stop the presses. You cook?
Let's just say I know my way
around a pork chop.
Oh, and I'm going to be making
you tapioca for dessert.
I don't know how, but
you just got better-looking.
[Dee chuckles]
Ma'am, listen.
I don't tolerate my waitresses
being rude to the customers.
I promise, I will handle this.
Now, did you get her name?
No? Well,
can you describe her to me?
She was blonde and
heavyset.
Some might use the word "fat,"
but I don't like to be cruel.
[Dee laughing]
♪
Hello, ladies.
Am I the last one to arrive?
How rude to be late
to my own induction.
I-I couldn't decide
what to wear.
I knew there would be
photos taken, so
Uh, what is the protocol?
Do I
make a little speech,
like at the Oscars?
Alma, what are you?
All I really want to say
is how happy
and how proud you've made me.
Alma, stop.
What's wrong?
You shouldn't be here.
But
I was invited.
I-I'm the new member.
No, dear.
[stammers] We voted. Um
Ada Coy was chosen.
I-I received a telegram.
And-and it said
"congratulations"
and it said to come here
for lunch.
A telegram?
Rita?
Oh, dear.
My maid
must have gotten mixed up and
sent the telegram to you.
Ada and Alma
are such similar names.
I am so
so terribly sorry
for the mix-up.
But please,
have a drink at the bar,
and some food, if you'd like.
On me, of course.
No, I should go.
RITA:
Uh
♪
[indistinct chatter]
[Dee sighs]
What's going on?
Max just gave me the heave-ho.
Why?
Some customer complained
about me.
She told Max I insulted her.
That's ridiculous.
You're nice to everybody.
-It had to have been
one of the other girls.
-No.
She said it was the fat girl.
And then demanded Max fire me.
Who the hell is this broad?
She wouldn't give Max her name.
But he still believed her,
so to hell with him
and this crummy job.
Is there some lady out there
who hates your guts?
Aw, geez.
[exhales sharply]
Would you like a spot of tea
before dinner?
Ah. Well, I thought
I might provide
a little liquid refreshment.
I remember how much
you used to like whiskey.
Bertie, that's very thoughtful,
but, um
I don't drink anymore.
Oh. You don't?
Over the years,
I realized I had a problem.
Got so bad, I was sipping
communion wine between Masses.
Father.
Took me ages to quit,
but I finally did.
Thank the Heavenly Lord.
Well, good for you.
Oh, well.
A cup of tea will be fine.
So, what did you want
to talk about?
I know you've retired, um
Relax.
The seal of the confessional
still holds.
Good. Good. Good.
Does your, uh, problem involve
that nice wife of yours?
-What was her name?
-Alma.
Yes, we've been having
some marital difficulties.
She's upset with me.
Well, I'm curious.
Why not discuss this situation
with, uh, your parish priest?
Why come so far to see me?
Because you're the only one
who could understand
what I've been doing.
And why is that?
Because you're
the only one who knows
that I killed my mother.
[glass breaking]
CATHERINE:
So
I get 50 points for using
all my letters, and with that
I win again.
Isn't that amazing?
Hold it. I don't know that word.
Given how you clean this house,
I am not surprised.
[doorbell rings]
I'll get it.
Like you have a choice.
Papa, this game
is called Scrabble.
It's so much fun.
Once you get better,
we're going to play
every night. Hmm?
Boy, you're really giving him
something to live for.
Uh the dry cleaner's here.
At the front door?
Why do we even have
a servants' entrance?
Hey, everybody.
CATHERINE:
Scooter, right on time.
I'm never late for the movies.
Isabel
-where did I leave my purse?
-I'm not sure.
-[Rita clears throat]
-I'll help you find it.
What are you doing?
-Getting ready
to seduce Catherine.
-Shh.
Not in front of her father.
Getting Catherine in the sack,
that's what you wanted, right?
Well, that was before
you cheated on me.
Oh, you'll get over it.
Especially once you got photos
of me and Catherine
doing naked-naughty things.
[sighs]
How long will it take?
A few days.
Of course, it would be easier
if I had my old apartment back.
On one condition.
No more waitresses.
I promise.
So
did you miss me?
You know I have.
CATHERINE:
I found my purse.
Oh, swell.
Don't worry, Papa.
I'll be back soon.
[Rita chuckling]
Scooter and Miss Catherine?
What the hell is going on?
Oh, something delicious.
Come upstairs,
and I'll tell you all about it.
-I'm so sorry about this.
-It-it's all right.
I think there's a dustpan
under the sink in the kitchen.
-Could you get it for me?
-Yes. Yes.
I'll be right back.
YOUNG TIM:
Bertram.
Your father says
you have a question for me.
Is Mummy going to hell?
Bertie?
Why would you ask such a thing?
Aunt Elsa says that's where
she's going
because of how she died.
She should not have said that.
But I won't lie to you.
The Church does consider
suicide to be a sin.
But if Mummy
didn't kill herself,
she'd go straight to heaven.
Right?
Of course she would.
We should probably go downstairs
and join the others.
Come on.
I need to tell you a secret.
BERTRAM:
Here we go.
Everything all right, Father?
Uh. Sure.
You must be hungry
after such a long ride.
Why don't I make you dinner,
and we can talk then
about anything you like.
Okay?
-Mom.
-Hmm.
Are you okay?
Yes, dear. Why?
You just seem a little down.
I thought you'd be on cloud nine
after the lunch
with your new club.
Not my club. I
-I didn't get in.
-What?
But the telegram?
It was a prank.
A prank?
[scoffs]
Rita deliberately humiliated
me today.
I've been sitting here for
hours, trying to understand why.
What could I possibly have done
to make her hate me?
-Mom.
-Hmm?
Is that the woman
who runs the Garden Club?
Yes. That's Rita Castillo.
-Do you know her?
-Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
What are you going on about?
Mom, what Rita did,
it's not 'cause she hates you.
It's 'cause she hates me.
[crowd chattering]
So, do you like living in L.A.,
or do you miss Texas?
Well, I-I certainly miss
my friends,
and my job in my church.
But right now,
my place is here, with Papa.
At least when you do go back,
he'll have his wife
to take care of him.
[scoffs] His wife.
She's the reason I'm here.
I don't trust her one bit.
How come?
Well, Rita married him
for his money.
And I'm sure she's been cheating
on him this whole time.
Oh. Uh
any idea who with?
No.
But once I find out,
I'll make Rita and her gigolo
very sorry.
[chuckles nervously]
Hey.
Do you have time
to get some ice cream?
Oh. That would be lovely.
[both chuckling]
Hi. Uh, two, please.
I knew Scooter was having
an affair with a married woman,
but I kept seeing him,
until I got jealous.
Then I followed him
to a restaurant and dumped him.
In front of Rita.
Which felt good at the time,
but I had no idea
she was in your club.
And I certainly didn't know that
she would take it out on you.
Oh, Mom.
I'm so sorry she's hurt you.
Mom?
Can you say something?
So Rita's cheating
on her husband.
Uh yeah.
With an out-of-work actor.
I'm surprised
she'd do such a thing.
But not that I would?
Oh, well, you're not married.
I mean,
shame on you and all that,
but we're talking about Rita.
Okay.
It all makes sense now.
Of course
she doesn't want me in the club.
Not only does she hate me
because I'm your mother,
but she's afraid
of what I might know,
what I might say
to the other ladies.
You should say something.
Let the whole town
know the truth about her.
That she's a horrible,
vindictive woman.
No.
No, now is not the time
for spite.
If I am to have satisfaction,
I must be forgiving.
You would forgive Rita?
After everything
she's done to you?
What does Proverbs say?
"If thy enemy be hungry,
give her food to eat.
"If she thirsts,
give her water to drink.
"For thou shalt heap
hot coals upon her head,
and the Lord will reward thee."
This is why I love the Bible.
SCOOTER:
So
you didn't mention a husband
waiting for you back home.
Are you a widow?
No. I never married.
I bet you were asked,
though, huh?
Plenty of times.
Yes, I I was asked.
Turned him down, huh?
Something like that.
Good for you.
It's better to wait
for the right guy.
Don't worry.
He'll show up.
Um.
Do I
I have something on my face?
Just a little bit.
No, no, no.
Let me.
So, uh, are you enjoying
your retirement, Father?
Yes. Not to say
that I don't miss my parish
and the people in it.
Yeah. Well, everyone adored you.
You were certainly there for me
when I needed you the most.
You were a sweet child
put in an unimaginable position.
I'm glad I was able
to provide some comfort.
I still remember how you
calmed me down that awful day.
You said God would understand
what I'd done. [chuckles]
I wish He'd explain that
to my wife.
You-you told Alma about
how you helped your mother?
-Oh, no.
-Oh, good.
It's in the past.
Leave it there.
But she did find out about
the others I've helped.
Others?
Yes.
Alma isn't moved
to help the afflicted.
She doesn't grasp why I need to.
Compassion is always kind.
No matter how it's delivered.
She never had anyone
to teach her that.
But luckily, I did.
Did you say "others"?
Well
I've met so many people
like my mother.
Sick. Tormented.
All ready to leave
this world behind.
And I've helped them, too.
The same way
you helped your mother?
-Yes.
-[gasps]
Do you recall
what you said to me?
You said,
"God will forgive those
who relieve
the suffering of others."
I've always remembered that.
I see. [chuckles]
[coughing]
You were saying?
Not only did I get fired,
I had to tell my mom
about my fling with Scooter.
I begged her not to tell my dad,
but I know she will.
So I think it's safe to say
this has been the lousiest day
of my
I'm pouring my heart out here
and you're grinning
like a hyena.
Why?
I was just thinking.
About what?
Well, during the war,
me and my buddies
would talk about what it would
be like when we got back home.
None of us expected
anything fancy.
Just a quiet life
with a nice girl.
Then I got hurt,
and my girl dumped me.
I felt real sorry for myself.
And I stopped thinking
about the future because
it didn't look bright.
But now I'm here,
with you,
and I don't feel sorry
for myself anymore.
Anyway
that's why I was smiling.
But go on.
Keep telling me
about your problems.
Now that I think about it,
I don't really have any.
[doorbell rings]
Hello.
Could you tell Mrs. Castillo
Alma Fillcot is here to see her?
I'm sorry. She's busy right now.
Oh,
I think she'll want to see me.
Oh, hello.
Mr. Castillo?
We met once.
At a function.
Alma Fillcot.
[clears throat]
I heard you had a nasty stroke.
Is your recovery going well?
[footsteps approach]
-Mrs. Fillcot?
-Hmm?
Mrs. Castillo
will see you upstairs.
[gasps softly] Um
It-it was lovely
to chat with you.
Okay.
[clears throat] Thank you.
Hello?
RITA:
That's Carlo's room.
I'm in my bedroom, in the back.
Oh.
Beautiful dressing room.
What can I do for you, Alma?
I'd like to talk
about what happened today.
Oh.
I know you were embarrassed,
but, uh
I already apologized
for the mistake.
The "mistake."
[chuckles]
What are you smiling about?
When we spoke in my kitchen
the other day,
I felt that we were finally
getting to know one another.
I was wrong.
If you truly knew me, you'd know
that you can trust me
with your secrets.
What secrets?
To be clear, when we spoke, I
knew nothing about you and
Oh, what is his name?
Scooter.
Dee only told me
that story today.
I was sorry to hear
how rude she'd been to you.
I did raise her
better than that.
As for your friendship
with this
very handsome young actor
no one will hear
a word about it from me.
Friends don't tattle on friends.
But
I do hope that you'll honor
your promise
and get me into the club.
I know that you've
already accepted Ada,
but surely the rules
can be bent a little bit.
For an extra seat at the table.
For a friend.
[chuckling]
Oh, Alma. [laughs]
How masterful you are.
How cleverly
you've cornered me into
accepting you.
I detect a note of sarcasm.
You think you can waltz in here
and threaten me in my own home?
I wasn't making threats.
I was offering friendship.
[laughs] I don't want
your fucking friendship.
If I were you,
I would think very carefully
before speaking to me that way.
[scoffs]
You can't touch me, Alma.
I made sure of that.
Why do you think I embarrassed
you today at lunch?
I was making sure
that if you spread
any gossip about me,
people would say,
"Oh, you can't listen
to what Alma says about Rita.
She's hated her ever since
that humiliating lunch."
[chuckles]
No one will ever believe
a word you say about me.
Grace will believe me.
-She'll back me up.
-[chuckles]
Oh, Grace won't back you up.
You see,
she knows that I know
about the tawdry affair
she's been having.
Grace is having an affair?
With who?
Oh, I'm holding on to
that little tidbit for security.
But my point is,
Grace won't lift a finger
to protect you.
No.
You can't hurt me, Alma.
Oh, but I can hurt you.
And that gob of pudding
you call a daughter
So you did get her fired.
Oh, and I can do so much more.
Think of the rumors
I can spread about her.
Oh, and your husband
With one phone call,
I can destroy
his entire practice.
[scoffs]
How horrible you are.
To think I ever admired you.
I don't want your admiration.
Mm-mm.
I want your fear.
And now that I have it,
get the hell out of my house.
-[insects trilling]
-[bird calling]
[gasps] Mr. Carlo.
I was listening to the radio,
and I fell asleep.
I'm so sorry. Are you okay?
You poor thing.
Let's get you to bed
before Miss Catherine gets home.
She will be so angry with me.
-[panting]
-[laughing]
Thank you.
Thank you
for a wonderful evening.
I haven't laughed like that
in a long time.
Uh, maybe we should do it again
some night.
Have dinner or something?
[stammers]
Why are you so anxious to spend
time with an old lady like me?
Oh, I'm not anxious.
It's just
you know
you're nice.
Hmm.
Is that the only reason?
Also
you're a dame who doesn't know
how beautiful she is.
I really dig that.
Call you tomorrow.
Hmm.
A guy who washes dishes.
-Boy, I hit the mother lode.
-[chuckles]
I'm just glad
we got through a date
that didn't end up
at the hospital.
[laughs]
[sighs]
So. Um
So
Um
Thanks for coming over.
It was a real good night.
Does it have to be over?
Meaning what?
Meaning
I want to see your bedroom.
Oh.
Um
What's wrong?
I don't think
that's a good idea.
Why not?
No. It's not you.
It's me.
Look, I haven't
I haven't been with somebody
since before the war.
Because of
Yeah.
I'm embarrassed.
What that land mine
did to my body
Vern. No.
It doesn't matter.
Look, I should warn you.
Don't speak.
My chest isn't too bad.
It's mostly my leg
and my back and my
-Shh.
-My neck and
♪
[heavy breathing]
Well, then I helped
Ira West die.
Um he had tuberculosis.
After him was Sue Cork.
She had suffered a stroke.
Um, then I helped
I don't need to hear
about every victim.
Just give me the grand total.
Oh, uh. Right. Hmm.
Twenty-six.
You murdered 26 people?
Sweet Jesus!
I thought you'd understand.
You were so kind to me
after I helped my mother.
You were a child!
Six is too young
to know right from wrong.
I hoped you'd figure it out
by the time you were ten,
let alone 40.
You've got to stop this madness.
Bertram, promise me.
I'm trying, but it's hard.
What's hard?
You get up. You go to work.
You don't kill. You come home.
Do you think I want
to feel this way?
Every day I leave my house,
and I see
all the people in pain.
On the streets, in cafés.
Their eyes tell me
they're tired of living,
that they yearn for death.
To see their suffering,
but to do nothing for them?
I can't bear it.
-Uh
-It torments you
the-the way your mother's
pain tormented you?
Yes!
That's why you help them?
Yes.
And when you help them, Bertram,
whose torment are you easing?
Theirs or yours?
You think these killings
are merciful. They're not.
They're selfish.
You're taking human life
to ease your own pain.
So you'll feel better,
for a while.
But it never lasts, does it?
No.
I think this is what Alma
was talking to me about.
Then listen to her.
God has blessed you
with a good woman
who knows the worst of you
and loves you anyway.
Heed her counsel,
for the rest of your days,
and you can't go wrong.
All right.
So, no more killing?
No. I swear.
How much of that whiskey
do you intend on drinking?
How much will keep me
from remembering
this conversation tomorrow?
[humming]
[continues humming]
Someone's in a good mood.
Yes.
So, please,
don't ruin it by speaking,
or breathing.
ISABEL:
Here you are, Mr. Carlo.
Good morning, Papa.
How are you feeling today?
He's been fidgety.
I think he wanted to see you.
Please.
He doesn't even know
his first name anymore.
Liar.
His mind is fine.
When we do therapy,
he obeys commands.
-Right?
-He does?
Yes.
He even squeezed a ball
the other day in the park.
[straining]
What is it, Papa?
Do you want to say something?
[straining, mumbling]
RITA:
He's probably just bored.
Isabel, why don't you take him
outside for some fresh air?
[straining]
Oh, look. He's
he's moving his finger.
What?
Do it again, Papa.
I think he's pointing
at something.
[mumbling]
Is it the game?
Do you want to play with us?
[scoffs] Don't be ridiculous.
He couldn't possibly
Is there something on the board?
Oh! Ah.
What the hell is wrong with you?
I must have lost my footing.
I don't know.
Isabel, help me clean this mess.
ISABEL:
You got it.
-[sobbing]
-Oh, Mom.
Please don't cry.
I can't help it.
The way Rita
spoke to me was just
It was so demeaning.
She's a horrible woman.
Thank God
you'll never see her again.
Maybe one of the other botanical
societies in town will have me.
If word of my humiliation hasn't
spread across Los Angeles.
There are lots of clubs
that would be thrilled
to have you as a member.
You're so sweet.
We should start our day.
You put the kettle on.
I'll get the morning paper.
[phone ringing]
Uh, if that's your father
don't mention Rita.
I can't handle him telling me
"I told you so."
Not yet, anyway.
-Hello?
-MAN: Dee?
Good morning. It's Dr. Rice.
Oh. Hi, Doc.
The bump on my head
is feeling a lot better.
Oh, good. Good. Um
But actually, I'm calling
because of those tests we ran.
We discovered, uh
This is a bit delicate, but
Dee, are you aware
you're pregnant?
[gasping]
[sniffling]
Oh. [gasps]
NARRATOR:
As Alma looked at the ruins
of her beloved garden,
she was filled
with a profound grief,
unlike any she'd ever known.
And then she saw the card.
RITA:
Threaten me again,
and this will be your family.
NARRATOR:
And just like that,
her grief
was transformed into rage.
For a moment,
Alma wondered how she would
go about punishing Rita.
That's when this timid, awkward
mouse of a woman remembered
she was married
to a serial killer.
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