04x11 - Sunday

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MARY ALICE:
Previously on Desperate Housewives.

Bree moved in.

You can stay as long as you want.

MARY ALICE: Mike went to rehab.

I will fix this.

MARY ALICE: Carlos faced
a permanent illness.

She's not going to leave you
because you lost your sight.

You don't know Gabby.

MARY ALICE: Dylan had
questions about her father.

KATHERINE: The only thing
you need to know

about that man is he was a monster.

Why would you not tell me that?

MARY ALICE: And Adam
uncovered a secret...

You told me it was all his fault.

And now I find out it was yours.

... that one person wished he hadn't.

Katherine Mayfair was not the kind
of woman who liked to relive the past.

But when her husband Adam left her,
Katherine's life began to unravel.

And the mistakes of her youth
started to flash through her mind.

She thought of Wayne Davis,
the first man she married.

And the first time he had hit her.

She thought of
how sincerely he apologised.

And how meaningless
his apologies were.

And how she finally decided
to hit back.

These were the thoughts
going through Katherine's mind

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

when her friends
and neighbours arrived...

... bearing gifts.

Well, hello there. What's all this?

- We brought you muffins.
- And jam.

Okay. What's the occasion?

Well, we heard you were having
a rough time.

So we just wanted you to know
that we're here for you.

So word is out that Adam's left me,

and you thought that muffins and jam
would help me pick up the pieces.

- The jam was Bree's idea.
- Susan!

I wanted to bring flowers and I was
shot down. That's all I'm saying.

Katherine, we didn't come here
to upset you.

No, we thought that
you just might need someone to talk to.

No, you just thought
you'd get the juicy details.

No. We came here,
we wanted to help you,

to fix you lunch or clean your house.

Or offer up our own houses for you
to clean, if that's your thing.

I'm fine. Truly.

And I do appreciate your concern, but...
You know.

Okay.

- I told them you weren't into jam.
- Susan!

Look, I don't mean to pry,

but given what I know
about you and Adam,

I'm surprised he was the one
to do the leaving.

Well, Bree, the truth is...

I really don't want to talk about it.

I understand. But whatever you do,
don't keep your feelings bottled up.

You've gotta let them out.

I'll do that.

MARY ALICE: Yes, Katherine Mayfair
was not a woman

who liked to relive the past.

But, lately,
her life had begun to unravel.

And she couldn't help thinking
of all the mistakes she had made.

And, especially,
the ones she had buried.

It happened once a week
on Wisteria Lane like clockwork.

The faithful would emerge
from their homes

in their Sunday best

with their family Bibles

and their rosary beads.

And they would head off
to their various houses of worship,

passing by a certain non-believer

who had never taken an interest
in their ritual.

But on this day, Lynette Scavo,

for the first time in her life,
was struck by something.

Get the ball!

MARY ALICE: Something she would
later think of as divine inspiration.

(MAN CHA TTERIN G ON TV)

We should go to church.

What? Why? What'd we do?

It's just...

(TV SWITCHES OFF)

We've been through a lot lately,
and we have a lot to be thankful for.

Don't you think we owe the big guy
a little face time?

Fine, fine. We'll go to church.

Next week.

Tom, I'm serious.

What's the rush?
God will still be there next Sunday.

The Pistons, on the other hand,
they lose today, they're gone for good.

So I'm clear... You can't be bothered
with saving your eternal soul

because the Pistons have no defence?

Okay, look.

You didn't grow up going to church.
I did.

My parents dragged me
to St Anthony's every Sunday.

I've done my time.

Well, I haven't. I have some questions
I would like answered.

And I don't know anything about God
or Jesus, and our kids don't, either.

Well, you don't have to go to church
to learn that stuff.

Yeah, I know about Jesus.

See?

He's the guy
who helps out Santa Claus.

Get dressed, kids.
We're going to church.

That's right.

- Orson!
- All right.

I don't want to be late.

Services don't start till : .

Yes, but I'm sure Edna Fletcher
has been there since : ,

kissing up to Reverend Sikes.

Is this about
the Ladies' Auxiliary again?

- Damn right.
- Bree, please.

- Such language on a Sunday?
- I am sorry,

but I have to make sure

that he doesn't let her chair
that committee.

Well, how could he?
You plan every pancake breakfast,

you organise every bake sale,
you'd be a saint

if our church believed
in that sort of hogwash.

Exactly!
And all the while, where was Edna?

Lounging around in Zimbabwe
in the Peace Corps,

and she won't let any of us forget it.

Well, I wouldn't worry.

Edna's curing-the-village
of-dysentery story

has long since lost its novelty.

Oh, Lynette, hi! You look pretty.
What are you all dressed up for?

Well, I decided
I should go to church today.

Yeah. Tom said the same thing.

Anyway, since you're
the most religious person I know,

I was wondering
if you would take us to your church.

I would love that.
We're leaving right now,

- you can follow us.
- Great.

Just give me a second
to sell Tom on the idea.

- You know, he was raised Catholic.
- Oh, don't go Catholic.

All that standing
and kneeling and genuflecting...

I go for worship, not a workout.

Not to mention the incense,
which smells good at first,

until you feel
your breakfast coming back up.

Okay. Well, I'll be right back.

Oh, this is so exciting,
I'm going to church!

- By the way, what am I now?
- Presbyterian!

Right!

Thank you. Thank you for coming.

Oh, sh**t. I missed Mass?
Was it at : ?

Yes, Gabrielle.
: Mass is still at : .

Oh. That's good to know.

- Father, can I talk to you?
- Of course.

I've actually been expecting you
to come by.

Why?

I thought you might need
some comforting

after your husband's death.

Oh, that. Yeah, I was a little blue.

But the good news is,
I've bounced back.

- Really?
- Okay,

this may come as a little shock to you,

but guess who's getting married again?

And I was thinking maybe
you could perform the ceremony.

Is Tuesday good for you?

Victor's only been dead two weeks.

Yeah, I know. But I'm no good single.
Honestly, I don't know how you do it.

Well, who is this man?
Did you just meet him?

- No, no, no, no, no. It's Carlos.
- Carlos?

I didn't know
you two were even speaking.

Oh, yeah. We bumped into each other
a few months ago,

and we just fell in love all over again.

A few months ago?
But you were married six months ago.

Boy, you are just determined
to make this awkward, aren't you?

Gabrielle...

Okay, look, in the eyes of the church,
Carlos and I were never divorced.

Technically, the affair was with Victor.
And God smote him, so we're good.

All right, yes, I've been a bad Catholic.

Enough with the guilt thing.
Are you going to marry us or not?

Fine. As long as you promise

to stay married to Carlos
for the rest of your life.

Absolutely.

But if I don't,
I promise you I will change religions.

Thank you.

- Sorry.
- No, this is good.

Accountants always appreciate it
when people take the time

to develop
a sophisticated filing system.

Are you always this sarcastic
with your clients?

Nope, just my favourite cousin.

I so appreciate you helping us out.

Mike would be doing our taxes,
but he's off...

Getting better.

Mom told me.
Besides, I'm happy to have the work.

Yeah, I was sorry
to hear about your job.

You know, ever since NAFTA,

corporate outsourcing has been
the bane of the American worker.

Is that right?
I heard somebody say that on NPR

and I just keep repeating it to people.

Actually, I wish I could blame
losing my job on NAFTA,

but it really has more to do with Chloe.

- My boss's daughter.
- Oh, Tim.

I don't know why he got so mad.
I mean, she was .

Okay, so back to these receipts.

What is it about a girl
in a cheerleader outfit?

Done catching up!
All about accounting now.

Come on, Susan, you're acting
like I'm some sort of creep.

- No, I know you're not.
- I mean, is legal.

I checked with a lawyer
before I did anything.

These receipts are self-explanatory.
I don't even know why I'm here.

This is the nourishment
each soul requires

to go from acorn to oak.

And this is what should bring us peace
in our hearts.

The blessed knowledge
that God's love for us

is as sure as the sunlight,
and that it is always shining,

- we only need to see it. Amen.
- Amen.

Now, if you'll take out your hymnals
and turn to page .

- What are you doing?
- I've got a question about his sermon.

- What? No! Put your hand down.
- It'll just take a sec.

Lynette, please, we don't do that here.

Yes? Can I help you?

Hi. I'm Lynette Scavo.
I'm a friend of Bree Hodge.

And your sermon was lovely,
especially the part about the trees.

Thank you.

But here's where you lost me,
"God's love is as sure as the sunlight"?

Yes. Absolutely.

There. You have your answer. Now, sit!

The reason I ask is,
there are wars all over the world,

and it seems like every month
some dumbass walks into a school

and starts sh**ting children.

So I'm thinking, "God's love"?
Not so sure.

Did she just say "dumbass"?

Ah, the eternal question,

"Why do bad things happen
to good people?"

What you have to remember is,
God gave us free will.

Much of the evil in the world
is brought on by man himself.

(BREE GASPS)

- Oh, Lord.
- Yes, Lynette?

Okay, I give you that one.

But what about the tornado
that just happened?

You can't blame man for that.

Get the keys ready.
We'll slip out the back.

You bring up a big theological issue.

One that deserves a lot more time
to explore.

Why don't you come
to our Tuesday night Bible study?

We can discuss it then.

Well, sure. I'm easy. Thanks.

- Katherine, Dylan, hi. What's up?
- Julie and I have a study date.

And my mom wants to apologise
for being rude. Again.

- Is this about the other day?
- Yes. You were just trying to help,

and I shouldn't have reacted
the way I did.

Please, after what you've been through,
no one is judging.

Come on in, I'll put on some coffee.

Oh, this is my cousin Tim.
Tim, this is the neighbours.

Mrs Davis?

Davis?
Nobody's called me that in years.

Do we know each other?

Oh, of course you do. That's right!
This is my cousin, Timmy.

He stayed with us that summer
that he went to band camp.

Oh, yes! I remember.
Gosh, you're all grown up.

- It's nice to see you again.
- You, too.

- Hold it. Is this little Dylan?
- Can you believe it?

Wow! The last time I saw you,
you were pulling a wagon.

(ALL LAUGH)

- How old are you now?
- I turn next week.

Really?

Eighteen.

Julie? Dylan's here! Study time!

I'm sorry.
That was probably a little louder

than it needed to be.

Edie, is that you?

Oh, my God. You knew it was me
just from the sound of my footsteps?

No, from your perfume.

I smelled it the moment you hit
the parking lot.

Look, there's no reason to be pissy.

- I'm here to do something nice.
- Really?

I feel bad about the whole
losing-all-of-your-money thing.

Even though we know, tornado...
Clearly not my fault.

Anyway, I thought maybe this
would help.

It's the diamond bracelet you gave me.
It must be worth thousands of dollars.

Do you think
you still have the receipt for it?

Uh, I think I threw it out.

Oh. Well, you said it was
from Cartier, right?

I'm sure they have some sort of record.

- Carlos?
- Actually, the box was from Cartier.

The bracelet's from a swap meet.

Hold it.

Are you saying that those diamonds
are cubic zirconias?

If we're lucky.

You son of a b*tch. I gave you my heart

and all you could give me
was fake jewellery?

Edie, I'm sorry.
I never thought you'd find out.

I just spat on one of your Jell-O cubes.
Happy hunting!

Hey, you.

Do you know how long it's going to be
until Carlos gets his sight back?

Because I have a two-word sentence
I'd like to say to him,

and there's a hand gesture
that goes along with it.

I don't know.
Mr Solis' condition is very serious.

- Serious? What's wrong?
- Well...

You know, you should really talk
to the doctor about this.

I don't even think his girlfriend knows.

You mean, Gabby?

I'm sorry. I've said too much already.

(EDIE EX CLAIMS)

- Please don't tell me that's your lunch.
- Yeah. I'm sort of on a budget.

No, no, no.

If you're going to give quality care,
you're going to need some quality food.

Now I know of this
great little French bistro.

It's a perfect place for lunch

and conversation.

"Your father was m*rder*d"? Wow.

I know.

Are you sure your aunt knew
what she was writing?

She was pretty sick.

No, she had it together.
Even on that last day.

I remember Aunt Lilly really wanted
to tell me something,

and then my mom just came in
and stopped her.

- Does your mom know you found this?
- No.

And I'm not going to tell her, either.

Why give her another chance
to lie to me?

That's why I'm going to Adam.
I can trust him to tell me the truth.

I just don't get it.

I mean, why would your mom lie
about your dad being m*rder*d?

Are you serious?

Julie, she's the one who k*lled him.

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey, babe.

I'm about to do something
that's going to make you very happy.

Great. But close the curtain first.
Last time, the nurse almost walked in

- when you were about to...
- Carlos! I have a priest with me.

A priest?

Is there something
the doctors aren't telling me?

No, no, no!
I wanted it to be a surprise, but...

We're getting married!

Father? Hit it.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here
in the presence of...

- Whoa, whoa. Gabby, what's the rush?
- I don't know.

Just after everything
we've been through,

there's nothing in our way now.
We can finally be together.

And I really need that.

I need a happy ending, Carlos.

So, what do you say?
Will you marry me?

Okay.

Holy matrimony. Bring it on.

Gabby, before we get started,

there's something
that I need to tell you.

In private.

Okay, he's gone. What's up?

Look. I haven't been completely honest
with you about the extent of my injury.

Okay.

The doctor says
I might not get my sight back.

(GASPS)

For three months! Four, tops.

I just want to make sure
that you can handle that.

Wow. That's a really long time.

But for better or worse, right?

Right.

Okay, Padre. We're ready.
Let's take it from the top.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here
in the sight of God

to join this man and this woman
in the holy sacrament of matrimony.

You're out of milk.
You want me to pick some up?

No, that's okay. It can wait.

I don't mind.
I could use a little air anyway.

(INDISTINCT)

Tim! Where's that milk?

Oh, I thought you didn't want any.

I'm having a baby!
I can't give birth with brittle bones! Go!

Bye!

Hey, church buddy! Look what I've got!

- Wow. You bought a Bible.
- Yeah. And I'm breaking her in tonight.

Nothing like that new Bible smell.

Oh, so you're coming to Bible study?

Yeah. And I hope the Reverend's ready

'cause I've got about
a zillion questions for him.

Lynette, I realise you don't have
much experience with churches,

- so this really isn't your fault...
- What isn't my fault?

Well, last Sunday,
when you kept raising your hand...

We don't really do that.

The church isn't a place for questions.
It's a place for answers.

Yeah, but how do you get the answers
if you don't ask the questions?

Well, typically we sit there
and let the preacher preach,

and, eventually,
our questions are answered.

And no one is humiliated.

I'm sorry.
Did I embarrass you on Sunday?

Well, it's just that in our church,
people don't talk back to the minister.

But what if I need to?

What if that's the kind of church
I'm looking for?

Well, then maybe you should explore
other options.

I mean, if you really enjoy
talking back to the pulpit,

why don't you try that gospel church
by the airport?

Okay.

Or, um, the Unitarians.

From what I hear,
those folks are "anything goes."

(DOOR SLAMS)

Hey, Adam, it's Dylan.

I waited at your hotel all day
but you never came back.

You have to call me.
I found this note that Aunt Lilly wrote.

Mom threw it in the fireplace,
but I fished it out.

And I have to talk to you.

Call me on my cell, not at home,
because I...

She doesn't know anything.
I can hear it in her voice.

But she's got the note!

Maybe a few burnt pieces.
Trust me, all she's got are questions.

Well, I could refuse to see her.

Yeah, 'cause that won't arouse
her suspicion. No.

You are going to ask her to come here

and then you're going
to find out exactly

what she knows and what she doesn't.

After all these years,
maybe it would be easier

just to finally tell her the truth.

And you would just wave goodbye
as they cart me off to jail?

She wouldn't call the police.

Seriously. I think you two have
a great relationship.

(LAUGHS)

Then you have not
been paying attention.

Give me a chance to get home.

Then call her and set up a time
for you two to meet.

Okay.

You know,

when you called me tonight,

I was half-hoping you missed me.

Really?

I miss you.

I'm so terribly Ionely.

You know I don't do well on my own.

Is there any chance
we could get past this

and you could come back home?

I will talk to Dylan.

I will provide you one last alibi.

After that, I'm done.

You guys out of here?

Yes, I'm going to run some errands,

and Orson's gonna take Benjamin
to the park.

Actually, I thought I might take him
to the museum.

You know how much
Benjamin loves Matisse.

Benjamin doesn't love Matisse.
He loves purple.

Please stop trying to turn our son
into an intellectual.

If you saw how her first two turned out,

you'd understand how important it is
for me to fight the Van De Kamp DNA.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Hey, it's Tim.
It was great seeing you the other day.

Yeah, I can't stop
thinking about you, either.

So listen,
I've got the whole place to myself.

You want to come over?

Hey, Gabby. I heard you and Carlos
got married yesterday.

I guess this means you win.

Oh, Edie, it wasn't a competition.
But, yeah, I guess I did.

Yeah. But I think it's all for the best.

I mean, after all, I could've never been
the hero that you're about to be.

Hero? Why am I a hero?

Committing your life
to a man who's blind?

I mean, my God, you're gonna have
to do everything for him.

Dress him, shave him,
lead him to the bathroom,

- pray that his aim is halfway decent.
- It's not a big deal.

Carlos is going to get his sight back
in three months, four tops.

Is that what he told you?
You poor, gullible fool.

What are you talking about?

I hate to be the one to tell you this,
but I talked to the nurse

and she said that his condition is...
Oh, what's the word?

Oh, yeah, "permanent."

- I don't believe you.
- Call the doctor if you'd like.

And apparently he was begging Carlos
to tell you.

No, no, no. This can't be true.

Look on the bright side.
Women who are married to blind guys

don't have to worry
about make-up or getting fat.

Are you sure
you didn't already know about this?

Okay, I'm calling Dr Dunlap.

You do that. Oh, and by the way,
congrats on your big win!

So, how's your
occupational therapy going?

Do they still have you scrubbing pots
in the kitchen?

Oh, no. Once they found out
I'm a professional plumber,

I got promoted to scrubbing toilets.

Well, maybe you won't mind
doing a little scrubbing

when you come home next week.

Actually, the doctors
kind of frown on that.

They encourage us
to leave that sort of stuff behind.

It doesn't have to be toilets.
I mean, it could be sinks, bathtubs...

You're making me want to use, Susan.
This junkie thing's awesome.

Oh, I forgot. Tim has some questions
about the taxes.

- Do you mind talking to him?
- No, I don't mind.

Though I can't believe
he'd have any trouble

with your cookie tin filing system.

(RINGING)

Hello?

Hey, Tim. I've got Mike here.
Do you want to talk to him?

Can I do that later?
I'm sort of taking a nap.

(GIGGLING)

What was that? Is someone there?

What? No. No one's here.

Really? Because it sounded like a girl.

No. It was just the TV.

I thought you were taking a nap.

The TV helps me sleep.
Tell Mike I'll call him later.

- I've gotta go.
- What? You just got here.

I know.
But this visit was really more for Julie.

- For me?
- Yeah.

You're going to college soon
and I want him to tell you

about the dangers of drugs.
Scare her straight, Mike.

(DOOR SHUTS)

CARLOS: Honey? You down here?

Yes, sweetheart.

I'm in the kitchen, making dinner!

Smells good.

It's a new recipe for beef stew.
I think you're going to love it.

Why don't we let that simmer?

During my nap,
I had the filthiest little dream.

I was kind of hoping maybe we could...

- Skip straight to dessert?
- Yeah.

What do you say?

I'd say I'm one step ahead of you.

I've already slipped
into my pink lace teddy

and I'm wearing those wh*re-y pumps
that you love.

- I like that image. Where are you?
- I'm right here, babe.

(GROANING)

Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot that was open.

- Let's do it over here, on the table.
- Can you give me a hand?

Can't. My legs are in the air.
Just follow the sound of my voice.

There you go. I'm over here, sweetie.

(GROANING)

- Son of a b*tch!
- I meant to move that.

Hang on, let me just pull my panties up
so I can help you.

Okay. Here. Let's go do it over here.

(GROANING)

Damn it! What the hell's going on?

I'll tell you what's going on.
"In three months. Four, tops"!

Uh-oh.

"Uh-oh" is right, you blind b*stard!

Ow!

All right, I'm sorry,
I shouldn't have lied!

Oh, no, no.
I think it was a fantastic plan.

I mean, there's no way
I ever would've figured out

that I was married
to a permanently blind guy!

Ow!

All right!
I just thought that by the time you did,

you'd be used to the idea
and maybe then you wouldn't leave me.

Leave you?
Do you really think I'm that shallow?

Gabby, I'm poor and I'm blind.
And let's face it,

there's nothing about that,
that is your type.

Wow!
Thanks for the vote of confidence.

Yes, the truth would've freaked me out,
but I would've come around.

If you'd just had a little faith in me,
I could have proven to you

that I was up for the challenge.
But you robbed me of that chance!

- I'm sorry.
- Good.

To avoid future confusion, I love you.

And I want to spend
the rest of my life with you.

Gabby, this is not going to be easy.

I know.
But like I said, "For better or for worse."

- Think you can forgive me?
- I'll work on it.

While you're working on it,
mind if I dig into some of that stew?

Sure.

(TYRES SCREECHING)

Get off that poor girl right now!

(GASPS)

I finished your taxes.

(SQUEAKING)

- What the hell is going on here?
- Susan, I'm so sorry.

No, Katherine, I know what you've been
going through emotionally,

so you don't have to apologise
and by the way, your boob is out.

- You, on the other hand...
- I know, I know...

I don't understand you.
Is this something you do?

You worm your way
into a neighbourhood

with the promise
of free tax preparation,

and then you jump on
the nearest middle-aged divorcee?

- Hey!
- It's not like that.

She came over for some drinks,
and we got to talking,

started reminiscing, and all these
old feelings came rushing back.

Oh, nice try, Timmy.
Like, I'm really going to believe that.

Shame on you. Just shame.

What do you mean, "old feelings"?

Do we really need to get into this?

What do you have to reminisce about?

He was here for a week
when he was .

What could you two have even...
Oh, my God, you slept together.

Okay, before you get
some sordid image in your head...

- She took my virginity.
- Do you have to say it like that?

That's how I said it
to every single guy at band camp.

Shame on you. His mother trusted me
to take care of him

and you swoop in
like some swooping, sex-crazed...

Oh, for God's sake, Tim,
pull up the blanket!

You can't blame it on Katherine.
I knew exactly what I was doing.

I don't want to hear this.
I'm done with both of you.

If anybody needs me,
I'll be at the mall buying sheets.

REVEREND: Good morning.
I'll see you after the service.

Morning, Reverend.

I brought
your favourite blueberry scones.

Thank you, Bree.

By the way, I'm sorry I've taken so long

to make a decision
about the Ladies' Auxiliary.

Oh, is that happening now?
I had forgotten all about it.

So, is your
delightful neighbour coming?

The one with all the questions?

Delightful? I thought she annoyed you.

No, I found her refreshing.

It's like I always say,
church is not a place for answers.

- It's a place for questions.
- You don't say that.

I've never heard you say that.
Not once.

Yes, well, anyway, I want to thank you
for taking the initiative.

New members are crucial
to the health of this church.

I won't forget you brought them
or these.

Thank you, Reverend. And I'm sure
the Scavos will be here soon.

Why did you just say that?

You know very well
they went to the Catholic church.

Which is just down the street.
I'll be right back.

Psst!

(WHISPERING) Not you.

Lynette.

- What are you doing here?
- I was going to ask the same of you.

Why are you in a Catholic church?

- Because we're Catholic.
- Oh, please.

Mowing your lawn
in a Notre Dame sweatshirt

doesn't make you Catholic.
You're Presbyterian now.

Come on, let's go!

Weren't you the one who said
I should explore other churches?

I meant sample. Like a buffet.
You take a little bite of everything,

and then you sit down
for the main course,

which is across the street
at the Presbyterian church.

No! I just put bucks
in the collection plate

and I'm going to get my money's worth.

Is there a problem?

No, no problem.
Just talking to my friend.

- She's trying to poach her.
- I am not.

My friend's just a little confused.
She forgot that she's Presbyterian

and wandered into the wrong church.

I'm not Presbyterian. I'm a free agent.

And, if you're open to a little Q & A,
you've got me.

Lynette, please.

Can't we just go outside
and talk for a moment?

Okay, what gives?

Well, I was at the service this morning,
and it's just not the same without you.

Bree...

And I'm up for the head
of the Ladies' Auxiliary.

And Reverend Sikes
was so impressed

that I brought a new family into church.
So if you don't come back, then...

- Oh. Then you won't get what you want.
- Well, yes.

Well, forget it.

Let someone else help you
with your power grab.

Lynette, you were the one
who came to me. You sought me out.

Yes, and do you know why?

Because out of all my friends,
you were the one who had real faith.

You had an actual relationship
with God,

- at least that's what I thought.
- Lynette...

Because I've had
a rough few months, okay?

But I know you've had rough times, too.
And I always assumed

that your faith had helped you
get through them.

- I envied you that, to be honest.
- It did. It did help me.

Really?

Okay. How?

- It just did.
- Well, that's not a good answer.

I've been through cancer
and a tornado,

and I don't know why I survived
and so many other people didn't.

I don't understand and I need to.

- Lynette, why didn't you tell me?
- Why didn't you ask?

Oh, that's right.
You don't like asking questions.

- Hey, Lynette.
- Hi, there.

Just wanted to tell you
that I'm out of the running

for the Ladies' Auxiliary.

I told Reverend Sikes
to give it to Edna Fletcher.

She was in the Peace Corps,
you know.

Huh. That was nice of you.

I suppose.
Just wanted to let you know that.

- And also to apologise.
- Oh, you don't have to do that.

Yes, I do. You were right.
Faith shouldn't be blind.

You don't threaten it
by asking questions,

you make it stronger,
and I lost sight of that.

Well, maybe a little.

And it meant a lot
that you came to me for guidance.

And I'm sorry
that I wasn't there for you.

I want you to have faith in me
and our friendship.

Well, there are some things
that are easy to believe in.

How's Catholicism going, by the way?

(EX CLAIMS)

Well, if you ever want to try us again.

Oh, well, I'm pretty comfortable
with the Catholics.

They're the only ones
who don't judge me

for having so many kids.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Okay, so I have to ask.

This thing that happened
with you and Katherine years ago,

was it an ongoing affair?

No. No, it was just the one time.

And I think she felt pretty guilty
about it afterwards.

She told me
not to come around anymore.

So you didn't go back?

It's weird. I tried to.

It was the last night of my visit.
I thought if I brought her some flowers,

maybe I could get something going,
you know?

But when I got up to the front door,
I heard all this yelling.

(COUPLE ARGUING)

I went around to the window

just to get a look
at what was going on.

(INDISTINCT)

And I could see she was having a fight
with someone.

I was about to rush in and help her

when I saw Katherine pick up
this candlestick

and just wail on him.

He went down pretty hard.

Katherine was just standing over him
with this look in her eye.

It scared the hell out of me.

So I got out of there.

I left the next morning
and never talked to Katherine again.

So, this man...
Who do you think it was?

Don't know. I sort of got the impression
he was her ex-husband.

- Does she ever talk about him?
- Not really.

Have you seen him lately?

No.

Ever since I can remember,

I've had this feeling
that something's not right.

Weird dreams
that don't seem like dreams at all.

People telling me I forgot things
that I know I would've remembered.

And now, finally,

I find a sentence on a piece of paper
that could explain all of it.

And prove that I am not crazy.

And the best that you can come up with
is that Aunt Lilly was losing it

and she didn't know
what she was writing?

I need the truth, Adam. Please. Please.

The truth, Dylan, is that...

Your mother didn't k*ll your father.

And she loves you more
than you will ever know.

MARY ALICE: Faith is a belief
in something that cannot be proven.

So we trust in the words
of the only father we've ever known.

We believe the promises of the woman
who shares our bed.

We rely on the example of dear friends
who help us to be better people.

Yes, we all want to believe in those
we are closest to.

But where there is doubt,
our faith begins to vanish.

And fear rushes in to take its place.