It had been years since Katherine
Mayfair had been in a police station,[/i]
but she remembered the
conversation like it was yesterday.[/i]
Would you like some water, honey?
Thanks.
So...
I take it this isn't the first
time your husband's hit you?
He keeps promising to stop,
but it just gets worse.
And I'm afraid he's gonna do
something to my daughter.
Please, you have to help me.
Have you reported him before?
Once, but when I called, they said
they couldn't find the paperwork.
Your husband's Wayne
Davis, one of our patrolmen.
Want some advice?
Wayne's got a lot of
friends around here.
Of course you can press charges, but...
I can't guarantee that one of his
friends won't lose the paperwork again.
Then what should I do?
Get as much money as you can lay
your hands on, grab your daughter...
and run.
And so she did...[/i]
to a place she thought would be safe.[/i]
Mrs Mayfair?
I'm detective Romslo. Can I help you?
Why exactly would you think
that Dr Mayfair was kidnapped?
No one in the school parking lot
heard or saw anything suspicious.
That's because the man
responsible for this--my ex--
knows a little something
about how to commit a crime.
He's a cop.
What's his name?
Wayne Davis.
What?
Well, it's just, uh...
I know Wayne.
We've hung out together.
He's a hell of a golfer.
Well, believe me when I tell you
he wasn't a hell of a husband.
Is that what this is about?
Some payback for an
ancient domestic dispute?
Please. You have to do something.
Because once Wayne is done with
Adam, he's going to come after me.
And this time, he's
gonna k*ll me. I know it.
I'll look into it.
If you would just, uh,
fill out this paperwork...
in that moment, Katherine knew
exactly what she had to do...[/i]
again.[/i]
Mom, stop. You're not making any sense.
There's no time. Wayne is coming.
He took Adam. We're next.
But why? Why would he do that?
And if we're in so much danger,
then why aren't we calling the police?
The police will not help.
Dylan, please! Go pack your things.
We need to be gone before he gets here.
Stop!
I'm not going anywhere until
you tell me what's going on.
Why do I have to be afraid of my father?
Katherine Mayfair had been running
from the truth for a long time...[/i]
Okay. I'll tell you.
No!
Dylan. Dylan, I'm sorry.
- I had no choice!
- No!
Dylan!
and it had finally caught up with her.[/i]
There's a ritual my friends
have observed for years.[/i]
Once a week, they meet to play a
game of cards and talk about their lives.[/i]
There's always laughter and wine...[/i]
and talk about the neighbors.[/i]
No way, Bree. I don't want Katherine
in our games. She bums me out.
Oh, I'm with Gaby.
I mean, you know me.
I always like to give people
the benefit of the doubt...
no, you don't.
No, I don't, but let's say I did.
Katherine has this aloof quality.
It's like she's always trying
to keep us at arm's length.
Well, I have to agree. She's changed.
She's not that fun anymore.
Ladies, I don't know
what you're talking about.
Katherine has all sorts
of wonderful qualities.
Name one, and keep in mind that "aloof"
and "unfun" have already been taken.
Well, I admit she plays
her cards close to the vest,
but some of you could benefit
from that kind of quiet dignity,
Miss I-chew-gum-like-a- s-g*n-moll.
Bree, you can talk Katherine up all you want,
but she is just never gonna be one of us.
Anybody home?
We were just talking about you.
Random chitchat, nothing specific.
That's nice.
Could I talk to you for a minute?
What's going on?
Okay, I know it's last minute,
but I have to leave town,
so I'm not gonna be able to help
you cater the commitment ceremony.
It's tomorrow!
A hundred gay men are descending on this
street, and they're expecting a fabulous party.
I feel awful, but I wouldn't bail
on you if it weren't important.
Okay. Well, what's going on?
I can't tell you. Again, I'm so sorry.
Good luck.
All right, you can all wipe
those smug looks off your faces,
because every one of you
has just become my employee.
Hey, got any plans tomorrow at : am?
'Cause now you do.
Bree needs about two truckloads
of flowers picked up from...
What?
Guess who got off the
wait list at Princeton!
Oh my God. Oh my God!
I'm so proud of you!
Okay, I am going to need
a bumper sticker right away
so I can start annoying
all the other parents!
Sure. I'll snag you one
when I get there on tuesday.
Tuesday? What are you talking about?
Okay, you know that professor
who read my senior thesis?
Well, he was so impressed that he asked
me to come out and do a summer internship.
I'm leaving next week.
Next week?
W-well, that is a big... no.
No? Mom, I have to. It's a huge honor.
Yes... to be chosen,
and you have been chosen.
So congratulations,
and you're staying home.
Oh, you're not letting her go?
But it's a huge honor.
Yes, we've established that.
It's huge. It's an honor.
We get it.
Give me one good reason why I can't go.
Well, the first thing
off the top of my head...
we can't afford it.
Susan, can I talk to you for a sec?
You know, I just inherited grand
from grandpa Maynard, and I...
I'd really like to help Julie do this.
Mike, that is so sweet.
Mike makes another good point.
Who is this professor? I don't know him.
I am certainly not going to give
my daughter to him for a summer.
I'm sorry, Julie. This is not happening.
This totally sucks.
Well, yes, but don't forget--
it is a huge honor.
You know what we haven't
done in a really long time?
Made mini pizzas in one afternoon.
What are you talking about?
Bree's in a horrible jam, and I told her we'd
help cater the commitment ceremony tomorrow.
I can't. I'm busy, remember?
I'm taking this stuff to Kayla, my daughter
who lives four and a half hours away now.
Okay, so at the risk of cracking these
eggshells I've been walking on all week,
any idea when you're
gonna stop being so angry?
I'm not angry at you.
'Cause you know we
didn't have a choice, Tom.
We had to get her out of the house.
I know. I am angry at the situation.
- Can you please just let me be angry?
- Fine.
You can be as angry and
sulky and pissy as you want,
just so long as you're here tomorrow,
helping me crank out mini pizzas.
You know, I've been told that some wives ask their
husbands for favors and actually say, "please."
Oh, Tom. don't you know an
urban myth when you hear one?
Okay, so here's the deal.
Bree needs all of these wedding
favors wrapped by tomorrow,
and she's really counting on me, so...
I'm gonna need you to hurry.
I just got off the phone
with the credit card company.
Do you have something
that you wanna tell me?
Well, it would be easier
if I knew what you knew.
Damn it, Gaby, enough shopping!
You've maxed out every
credit card we own.
I mean, we are so broke right now, it's gonna
be a miracle if we don't end up on the street.
Okay, when you yell at me, I get upset.
And you know what I do
when I get upset? I shop.
So if we do end up homeless,
guess whose fat it'll be.
Whatever. I'm gonna go read p*rn...
In braille.
Hello?
Gaby, it's Ellie.
Ellie, you can't call me!
The cops are all over my ass because
they think I helped you escape.
I'm sorry. I just need one more favor,
and then I'll never bother you again.
Ellie, I don't know. What is it?
I left my teddy bear in the coat closet.
I need you to bring it to me.
Teddy bear? What is that,
code for "a pound of blow"?
No, it's an actual teddy bear.
My dad gave it to me when I was , and it's
the only thing I have left to remember him by.
Crap.
Ya had to play the daddy card.
So after the ceremony,
we'll open up the buffet...
Uh, chicken masala,
and pasta for the vegetarians.
And dancing, roll out the cake,
you leave for your honeymoon,
and I will collapse in a tasteful heap.
Hold it. You dn't say anything
about the ice sculpture.
Yes, I'm sorry.
One cherub, delivered at : .
Cherub?
No, I specifically told Katherine we
were gonna go with the enchanted castle.
And I told her we'd go with the cherub
because we are not -year-old girls.
Bob, all my life I have dreamt
of having a wedding reception
in which I would serve drinks from a vodka moat
surrounding an enchanted castle rendered in ice,
and I don't think
that's too much to ask.
Remember when you asked me to tell you
when you start acting like Faye Dunaway
from the boardroom scene
in "Mommie Dearest"?
Uh, why don't I let
you two work this out?
Fine, we'll go with
the stupid baby angel.
I need some coffee.
Why are you here?
And don't say for the pizza, because
I know you're lactose-intolerant.
I heard Katherine left you in the lurch.
I'm here to offer my assistance.
Oh, I get it. So I'm desperate and vulnerable,
and you're gonna swoop in and save the day.
Well, thank you very much. I'm fine.
Darling, don't be stubborn.
You're gonna need place cards, and
you know I have excellent penmanship.
Don't you dare throw your calligraphy skills
in my face when you know I'm at a low point.
Now go! And stop following me.
You're doomed.
Excuse me?
The way you just caved
on that sculpture thing?
You're setting the tone
for your entire marriage.
I am?
Yeah. You gotta dig in your heels.
Otherwise, you're gonna be
pushed around for the next...
Let's see. How long have I been married?
Ten and a half years.
- I want my castle.
- Lee...
it is the only thing I've asked
for, and damn it, I'm entitled to it.
Fine.
Thank you.
All right, so I will call the
ice sculptor and see if we can--
Forget it.
We're sticking with the cherub.
And later, when he b*tches about
it, I'll just buy him some jewelry.
You sure you haven't been married before?
Hey, Gaby?
Over here, Carlos.
You know, I got a theory as to why
all this bad stuff has happened to us--
my blindness and losing all our money...
it's karma.
You know, we've been selfish and greedy,
and the universe is telling us
to start being better people.
I just found $ ,
in Ellie's teddy bear.
Hey, universe? Bite me!
- Hello?
- Hey, Wayne?
It's Pete Romslo.
Pete! How's tricks?
Listen, uh, I'm just calling
to give you a heads-up.
Um, I finally met your ex.
She came in to file a report.
Apparently, you, uh,
kidnapped her husband.
No kidding? Am I asking for ransom?
Well, you always said she was crazy.
Now I feel your pain.
Anyway, I-I just thought
you should know, huh?
- Take care.
- Thanks.
Okay, enough kiddin' around.
Tell me where my daughter is.
Oh, for--
did you die on me?
Damn it!
Okay, so you have another one
of those in the truck? Thank you.
I'll be back in ten minutes!
We need more settings on five, please.
Lynette, I wish I had time to
be more tactful, but I don't.
Your swan is pathetic, and I'm
f*ring you from napkin duty.
No, no, give me another chance.
I will get it.
yes? Oh, there you are!
Where is my ice sculpture?
No! No, : is too late.
I need it now.
Oh, forget it.
I'll pick it up myself.
Why don't you fill water glasses?
That's an important job, too.
Andrew... look, I'm on my way back,
but it's imperative that you...
Andrew? Oh, dear God.
Oh, no. Don't die on me now!
oh, dear God.
Help me! Help!
I'm just saying we should pay off all
of our bills and put the rest in savings.
Savings? Nobody does that anymore.
Well, I mean, you never know.
We might have kids.
Oh, Carlos, we're never gonna have kids.
Shoes are my kids.
Let me be the mother I was meant to be.
Hello?
Where's my bear?
Right. The bear.
Well... I looked all over
and just couldn't find it.
I guess the cops took it.
I'm really sorry, Ellie.
I know it was a gift from your dad.
It just breaks my heart.
You found the money, didn't you?
Money? What money?
You're lying.
I can hear it in your voice.
What's wrong with my voice?
Okay, listen, bitch.
You do not wanna screw with me.
How about we split it - ?
I'm coming to get my money,
and if one dime is missing,
I will throw acid in your face.
Okay, we really need to get caller ID.
What more can you do to me?
Need a lift?
Is, uh, Dylan here by any chance?
Uh, um, no, I-I haven't seen her.
Okay. Thanks.
Hey, Katherine, are you all right?
Dylan and I, we... had a big fight.
Well, I'm sure she's just upset, and
she'll come home after she cools off.
Not this time. I lied to her.
Well... we all lie to
our kids sometimes, right?
I've been doing it her whole life-- one
lie on top of another-- and the thing...
I learned too late is that eventually
they all come crashing down on you.
Anyway, if you see her, let me know?
Thanks.
What's your hurry, Kathy?
What happened to my daughter?
I'm not telling you anything,
so you might as well k*ll me.
I don't care.
I believe you. I do.
But what about Dylan?
Or should I say, that girl
that lives here with you?
I bet you'd care if I k*lled her.
There are no wings.
Yes, and the Venus de Milo is
missing two arms. What's your point?
It's... stunning.
well, I suppose I should say thank you.
Oh, it's no big deal.
You're just lucky I was there.
Was I lucky, or were you following me?
I thought you might need my help.
And you were right. I did.
You just think I'm being
stubborn, don't you?
Making you jump through hoops when
it's so clear we belong together.
I don't think anything, Bree.
I'm just trying to be there for you
and hoping eventually you'll forgive me.
But that's just it, Orson.
If I forgive you, then I
forgiving what you did to Mike.
I can't do that.
And-- and you
wouldn't want me to.
I mean, be honest with yourself.
If I took you back now, I
wouldn't be the woman you love.
Then what can I do?
I've already told you. Turn yourself in to
the police and let justice run its course.
I can't do that, Bree.
I want to, for you, more than anything.
But I don't think I could survive it.
Well... so here we are.
what is this?
- It's your ice sculpture.
- No, it's not.
I see no turrets. I see no flags.
I see no moat full of vodka.
What I see is a giant,
icy slap in the face.
Bob!
What's that?
I want to be able to reach you this
summer when you're doing that internship.
You changed your mind?
Here's the thing.
You and I have always had kind
of an unconventional relationship,
and the reason that worked was because
we always tell each other the truth...
until yesterday.
Julie, I lied about not having
enough money to send you.
Why?
Because I just freaked
out about you leaving.
But you knew I was
going away to college.
Yes, in the fall.
And I needed those extra
three months to get ready. I...
I still have not figured out
how I'm gonna get by without you.
Mom...
seriously...
I just lean on you in
ways you don't even know.
I think you are stronger than
you give yourself credit for.
Well... I spend more time with
me than you do, and I'm a mess.
Well, you were when dad left.
I had my hands full then.
But you've grown so much
these last five years.
Really?
You are a secure, confident woman now.
You're ready to spread
your wings and fly.
Frankly, my work here is done.
Thanks.
Now I want you to have that
phone on you at all times...
because I'm still not sure
how to work the dishwasher.
Can you help me?
For God sake, Lee!
It's just an ice sculpture!
It is not "just an ice sculpture"!
It's the sculpture and
making me move to the suburbs
and forcing me to be nice to your h*m* boss.
You know what? Tom's right.
If I don't start standing
up for myself, I'm doomed.
I don't believe
I used the word "doomed."
You're always overruling me.
You treat me like a child.
Well, I've had it!
Ceremony's off, mein Führer!
It's a chunk of ice, you drama queen!
Okay...all I said was--
I don't care what you
said. We have to fix this!
Or do you want to tell Bree
that you torpedoed her ceremony?
I did not tell you to put
mums in that arrangement!
And don't point your finger at
me or I'll snap it right off.
- I'll find Bob.
- I'll get Lee.
- You can't make me talk to him.
- Yeah, I can. Sit down.
Earlier, my husband, in an attempt
to help you with your relationship,
mistakenly gave you some advice, which
he would now like to take back. Tom?
Actually, I stand by everything I said.
- My mistake was in not going far enough.
- What?
If you're willing to break
up over an ice sculpture,
you guys should
absolutely not get married.
Where the hell are you going with this?
Because who gets to choose the ice
sculpture, who should take out the trash,
who has to stay home and
make the mini pizzas--
that's the little stuff.
What are you gonna do when
the big stuff comes along?
- Could you give us a second?
- No.
What are you gonna do when
a tornado hits your house,
or you have problems with your kids,
or one of you gets cancer?
At some point, the crap is going
to hit the fan, and that is why now,
before you make the commitment,
you have to ask yourself,
is that person in bed next
to you worth the trble?
Do you love him... or her so much that
no disease, no disaster
could possibly pull you apart?
Answer him.
- Sure.
- Of course I do.
Good. Good, then...
get out there and get
committed, you crazy kids.
Oh my God. Are you okay?
- You need some help?
- Yes.
Thanks for stopping.
Yes, officer. I see you.
Thank you for coming.
Now remember, Ellie's dangerous.
So if she shows up, feel
free to use excessive force.
Carlos, are you almost ready?
Carlos? Did you hear me?
I'm just getting my jacket.
Oh, honey, can you carry the house
keys? They don't fit in my purse.
Ellie's upstairs.
What?
She's in our bedroom. I heard
her breathing. Call the cops.
Wait! She's gonna steal our money!
You can't go up there.
It's too dangerous.
Well, not as dangerous as poverty!
Gaby.
Gaby? What's going on?
Carlos! Carlos, don't just stand there!
Go get help!
Help! Police!
That's the closet!
Police! Police! Get in here now!
Wayne.
I don't think you've
thought this through.
Shut up.
If I tell you what happened,
if I don't tell you...
you're gonna k*ll me anyway.
Who you gonna pin it on?
We have history.
Right now I'm just
your bitter, crazy ex.
But if I turn up dead,
and you have no alibi--
you let me worry about that.
Look, I'm having a
little problem right now.
I just need to hide here for a sec.
And I don't wanna hurt
you, so don't make me.
All right?
Good. I'm glad we understand each other.
And with your g*n, too.
I guess I just found my alibi.
And now we will do the
exchanging of the rings...
Snappy ceremony, Bree.
You and Katherine
really did a bang-up job.
No, I did a bang-up job.
Katherine bailed on me
and left town last night.
I think you got hosed.
I just saw her an hour ago.
... at this joyous and festive occasion.
Please join hands.
She was on the run, she broke in,
she stabbed you, you sh*t her.
Case closed.
It's like the alibi fairy
left me a present.
But I do wonder...
what if Dylan doesn't come back?
We had a fight.
She said she hated me,
said she was leaving...
for good.
Is that the best you can do, Kathy?
I know it sounds convenient.
But what happens if it's true?
Because you don't have another plan.
Was the only way you couldmake
me tell you the truth.
Katherine? It's Bree.
We need to talk now!
That girl that was
living with the Solises?
Actually, I thought I saw
her heading down that way.
Hope you find her.
I'd hate to think there was some maniac
running around our neighborhood.
I'm so sorry about this.
Shut it!
So let me catch you up.
I need to know something that only my ex-wife
can tell me, but she doesn't want to.
She needs a little incentive.
So that's where you come in.
Wayne...
please don't.
Yeah? How is it gonna feel knowing...
that you could've stopped this?
All right!
I'll tell you.
After I left you...
a few months passed,
and I convinced myself
that you'd forgotten about us.
But I was wrong.
How was Dylan? Did she behave herself?
She's an angel.
I... just hope I didn't
do something wrong.
What do you mean?
Well, your ex-husband was
here earlier, and, of course,
I didn't know it was him
until Dylan called him "Daddy."
I-I'm sorry, I should've called you,
but Dylan was just so happy to see him.
He bught her a bicycle and a doll.
And won't let that doll out of her sight.
Katherine, what's going on?
I was going to run again,
but you didn't give me enough time.
Wayne just drove up.
Should we call the police?
No. Let him in.
I knew it was time to faceou and let
you know you were not welcome in my home,
and neither were your gifts.
Do you know how much money
I spent looking for you?
Well, I'm sure you still had enough
to buy liquor by the caseload.
Look who's gotten sassy
while she's been away.
Well, I think I like it.
- What do you want, Wayne?
- I want my daughter back.
Why? You gotten lazy in your old age?
You need somebody smaller to pound on?
I never touched a hair on her head!
Yeah, but now she's gotten
older and sassier,
I'm sure you'll find all
sorts of reasons to hit her.
I don't have to ask, you know.
I could just go up there if I want.
She is asleep!
- Get the hell out!
- I'm her father!
I said no!
I'm bleeding.
Profusely.
You should see a doctor.
I'll be back for my daughter.
You just
understand this--
there is nothing that I will not do
to keep you away from her. Nothing.
Are you all right? I heard a crash.
Yeah, I-I hit him with
the candlestick, and...
- he went down pretty hard.
- Thank God.
You know, I think now would be a good time to
break out the -year-old scotch I've been saving.
I honestly thought it was finally over.
I don't know how I could've been so wrong.
Katherine!
I came in to give her another blanket.
Her hand is ice-cold!
Aunt Lily told me I
couldn't go to the police.
She'd said you'd make it seem like I
k*lled Dylan to keep you from taking her,
so I let her bury my baby in the woods.
I knew I'd have to run away again, but I
also knew you'd never stop looking for me,
so I came up with a plan.
I found a girl in a Romanian orphanage
who looked just like Dylan.
The resemblance was uncanny.
Her mother had d*ed in childbirth,
and her father had been m*rder*d.
As I looked into those big,
blue eyes, I knew right then...
she needed me as much as I needed her.
I've never told that to anyone.
I even lied to Adam and
said it was your fault.
And that's how I've
spent the last years...
just telling one lie after another.
Hold it, hold it.
I'm sorry, sir.
We're having a party.
You can't park here.
So you let her die.
If you don't mind, I need you
to park around the corner, okay?
Thank you.
You let my daughter die...
like a dog.
It was an accident.
Then you buried her like one.
Because I had to.
I knew if you
found out, you--
that I would k*ll you.
Katherine! Where are you?
Adam! Get out! He's got a g*n!
You just watch over him for a sec,
okay? I'm gonna call the cops.
First we have to do something
to stop that bleeding.
Go ahead. You call the cops.
Ask for my buddy Romslo...
or Captain McMurphy.
We play softball together.
Those guys'll take care of me.
And even if I do a little time...
you know this isn't over.
I'll get out, and I'll find you,
and I'll make you pay.
I know you will.
- Oh my God! Bree, are you all right?
- What the hell is going on?
We don't have much time before
the police get here. Please talk.
Excuse me. Susan!
- Come here, come here.
- What's going on?
Okay, just listen to me.
Ma'am, you have to talk to us.
We need to know what happened. Ma'am?
Then he raised the
g*n and came toward us.
Thank God, Katherine grabbed
his arm and got the g*n away.
That lunatic would've k*lled us all.
I knew Wayne was the reason she moved
away, and the second she moved back,
he started stalking her again.
She was always telling
us how terrified she was.
We always knew he'd do something
like this eventually, and he did.
Look...
this was obviously self-defense.
Take the cuffs off,
get her to the hospital.
Mom? Mom! Oh, my!
I'm so sorry, Mom.
"Five Years Later"
There's a ritual my friends
have observed for years.[/i]
Once a week, they meet to play a game
of cards and talk about their lives.[/i]
Of course, there's another
aspect to these gatherings[/i]
that has nothing to do
with gossip or poker.[/i]
Every seven days, my friends are
reminded of a basic human truth:[/i]
There is nothing more important
than friendships that endure,[/i]
especially in a world
that insists on changing.[/i]
Okay, my friends are gone.
I'm ready to fix you dinner.
What the hell are you doing?
Hey, Mommy, we're playing fashion model!
Look at this mess!
You are lucky I got in here
before you touched my dresses!
Run, Celia, run!
My Vera Wang?
I'm home!
Oh, thank God.
The publisher sent over
the galley for the cookbook.
He needs you to proof them tonight.
I've also got the woman from
the New York Times on the phone.
She wants to do the interview now.
Is that you, Bree?
The water's getting cold.
Uh, leave the galleys in my office and tell the
woman from the Times to call me back in the morning.
I'm gonna have a nice
bubble bath with my husband.
Coming, Orson!
Why is there a police
car in our driveway?
I was telling your husband
we just picked up your son.
He broke into a car at the
mall and took it for a joyride.
Again?
I am so sorry, officer.
We have talked to Porter
till we're blue in the face.
It's like he's determined
to go back to juvenile halL.
Honey, it wasn't Porter this time.
They arrested Preston.
It's me, Mom. I'm back from Paris.
It was just as gorgeous as you said it
would be, and you're not gonna believe this.
Bradley finally asked me to marry him
right there under the Eiffel tower.
I'm so happy. Call me back.
Honey? I'm home.
Did you miss me?
You know I did.
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Behind the illusion of a picture-perfect subdivision live four women whose lives are anything but normal.
Behind the illusion of a picture-perfect subdivision live four women whose lives are anything but normal.