02x07 - The Woman in Question

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NARRATOR: Previously
on Why Women k*ll...

- Marry me.
- You'd be raising another man's baby.

With the woman I love.

You know Rita Castillo?

- Is she ill?
- No, but she has a husband.

He's in so much pain.

You really want me to
k*ll Carlo Castillo?

And if the police did do an autopsy,

would they find the drug that you used?

They'd have to be looking for it,

and they wouldn't be unless
they suspected foul play.

I need you to screw her tonight.

Carlo is starting to communicate.

Once we have the photo,
Catherine will go back home.

I won't be too late.

I'll tuck you in when I come home.

She's going to have sex tonight.

If you hadn't threatened
to disinherit her,

I wouldn't have anything
to blackmail her with.

ISABEL: We can k*ll him.
Gotten away with it before.

Elysian Park is not Galveston.

I won't go inside. I'll stay in the car.

Keep watch, just in case.

And I'm here to relieve
you of your suffering.

[GROANING]

[THUNDER CRACKS]

I overheard his wife Rita saying things

about the money that
she expected to inherit

"any day now."

It's a good thing you called.

NARRATOR: The widow Castillo
sat on her sofa that morning

thinking about her dreams
and how they'd all come true.

Her brute of a husband was dead.

And she was now insanely rich.

Yes.

Rita had the feeling

she'd be happy for the rest of her life.

[POUNDING ON DOOR]

She was wrong.

RITA: What?

[STAMMERS] Wait. What,
what are you doing?

Excuse me. Hello?

Excuse me!

Where are they going?

Ma'am, we have a search warrant.

Why do you need to search my house?

I asked them to solve
the mystery of Papa's death.

Mystery? He had a heart attack.

That's what we thought until
we performed an autopsy.

And who asked you to do that?

I did.

It was my last gift to Papa.

That's what you call a gift?

An autopsy?

Well, now I know what I'm
getting you for Christmas.

Isabel, get me another drink.

Mrs. Castillo, we have evidence
your husband was poisoned.

Poisoned?

That's impossible.

We also know you were the
only one upstairs with him.

And you stand to
inherit half his estate.

She gets the other half,
and she was here, too.

I was downstairs, on
that sofa with a friend.

We talked all night long.

Talked. Yeah, right.

I didn't go upstairs until 6:00.

And the coroner said
Papa died before 1:00.

This is ludicrous.

My husband was old and sick.

All I had to do was wait for him to die.

And I am a very patient woman.

Where the hell is my drink?

She was cheating on Papa,

but I think he found out.

I think he was planning to divorce her.

That would be motive.

I refuse to listen to another word.

Going somewhere, Mrs. Castillo?

Yes, to my lawyer.

I'm going to sue all of you for libel.

What's in the purse?

- Why?
- You just seem in kind of a hurry

to get it out of the house.

You are ridiculous, you know that?

There.

Satisfied?

[CROWD CHATTERING]

NARRATOR: As she arrived
at the police station,

Rita wondered how her new happiness

could have vanished so quickly.

- [REPORTERS CLAMORING]
- MAN: Hey, Rita, over here.

NARRATOR: She had no idea the answer...

was staring her in the face.

The arrest of her archnemesis

had left Alma Fillcot in
the best possible mood.

Her scheming had yielded
the results she'd hoped for.

And she was as happy

as she'd ever been.

Sadly...

the same could not be
said for her husband.

Have you spoken to Rita?

Why?

Well, it's been four days
since we k*lled Carlo.

I'm just worried about her.

I keep wondering how she's
feeling, if she's happier now.

Well, I've left messages,
but she hasn't called me back.

Perhaps you can pop by and visit her.

- See how she's doing.
- You're sweet to be concerned,

but I'm sure Rita is just fine.

- Thank you.
- Hmm. Morning, Dee.

Would you like some breakfast?

Oh, I can't stay. I got a job interview.

But I did want to know

if you two had plans for dinner tonight.

I don't think so. Why?

There's someone I want you to meet.

Oh, who?

This fella I know.

Actually, he's my fella.

I have a fella.

This, uh, this the young man who...?

No, no. It's not Scooter.

- Who's Scooter?
- So, this is a new boyfriend?

Was there an old boyfriend?

I met Vern last month.

He's smart and he's kind.

And I love him.

[GASPS] Darling.

- Does he love you back?
- Oh, yes.

In fact...

he proposed.

[YELPS]

You're engaged?

- Oh, my God.
- Oh!

ALMA: I'm so happy.

Bertram! Oh, it's happened.

- I told you not to lose faith.
- Yes.

You said what now?

Oh. I've just been so
concerned about your love life.

I started praying to St. Jude
to send you a man to marry.

And he finally came through!

- [LAUGHING] Oh. Oh.
- BERTRAM: Oh.

Isn't he the patron
saint of lost causes?

Oh, don't be insulted.

Besides, you can't argue with results.

- My goodness.
- Oh. Ah.

It's about time you showed up.

May I offer my condolences
on the death of your husband?

Yes. It's very sad.

When can you post bail
and get me out of here?

Well, this is only a courtesy visit.

I came to tell you I can't serve
as your attorney in this matter.

It would be a conflict of interest.

But you're my family lawyer.

I was your late husband's lawyer,

and you're not the only
member of his family.

His daughter engaged
my services a week ago.

And since your interests
and hers don't quite align,

I can't represent you both.

Then who is going to bail me out?

Yes, about that, the judge denied bail.

What?

Catherine told him if you were set free,

you'd pose a danger to her.

And he believed her?

The judge was a personal
friend of Mr. Castillo's.

He wishes to spare

his now orphaned daughter
any further distress.

Orphaned? She's 50.

What about my distress?

I'm the f*cking widow.

A circumstance you might have avoided

with a little more patience
and a little less poison.

Wait!

Ah. Hello, ladies.
Lovely to see you today.

Doctor, have you heard the news?

News? What news?

It was just on the radio.

Rita Castillo has been arrested.

Arrested?

Yes. They're saying
she k*lled her husband.

Isn't it just terrible?

Please.

- [GASPS] Doctor?
- Hmm?

Are you okay?

No, I-I don't think I am.

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

Oh, thank God you picked up.

Rita, are you still in jail?

Yes, I am. Thanks to Catherine.

Now listen. I need you to do something.

Anything you need, Rita.

Get the cash in my desk.

Then go to Vern Loomis
and pay for the photos

he took of Catherine last night.

ISABEL: The photos of
Catherine having sex?

RITA: Yes.

Go through all the photos,

and pick the one where Catherine
looks as indecent as possible.

- Then what?
- Show it to her.

Tell her everyone she knows

is gonna get a copy of that photo,

if she doesn't tell the judge
to give me bail.

And then tell Vern I
need to see him today.

Sorry. I got to go.

[TIRES SQUEAL, HORN HONKS]

Oh. Bertie.

What are you doing home?

Rita Castillo has been arrested.

Oh. I know. I heard.

- Oh, it's shocking.
- Shocking?

Confounding, more like.

How did they find out
that Carlo was poisoned?

Well, I don't know.

The drug you used can't
be detected. Right?

Not unless you test for it.

No one ever has, not once.

- [UNDER BREATH]: Careful.
- What?

People are watching. [CHUCKLES]

Alma.

Your friend is in jail.

It's our fault.

Why aren't you upset?

Well, I am.

Haven't you ever heard of
putting on a brave face?

Perhaps we should call the police.

Tell them they've made a mistake.

And when they ask how we know
that, what will we tell them?

I'm not sure, but we can't
just let her rot in jail.

Oh, Bertram, relax.

The police can't prove Rita
did something she didn't do.

Let's hope you're right.

Don't worry.

I'm sure everything will work out
exactly as it should.

Where are you off to?

Oh, I have some unfinished
business to attend to.

Downtown. Put those in the good vase.

I'll be back soon to make a nice dinner.

And don't forget,

tonight we're meeting
our future son-in-law.

All things considered,

it's a happy day.

Well?

How'd it go?

My parents can't wait to meet you,

and dinner will be served at 7:30.

And you told them everything?

About the engagement and the baby?

I told them we're engaged.

That was enough
happiness for one morning.

- [SIGHS]
- [CHUCKLES]

Look, I just want them to
know how much I love you.

And I don't mind that you're
carrying another man's child.

Oh. You think that'll make 'em
see what a good guy you are?

Maybe a little.

And you'll look noble.

Well, yeah.

Question.

Once I admit I got knocked up
by a completely different guy,

how will I look?

Yeah, okay.

What's the plan?

We don't speak a word of Junior

until we're being pelted with rice.

Yeah, but what if you're
showing before the wedding?

Don't you think people
will have questions?

It's the one upside to being a big girl.

No one ever dares ask
if you're pregnant.

[LAUGHS]

- [SNORING]
- Miss Catherine...

I'm going to run some errands.

Do you need anything?

[SNORES]

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

Isabel.

I work for Rita Castillo.

My condolences.

She called from jail, asked
me to get the photos you took.

I figured as much.

Here you go, 33 photos
and the negatives to boot.

Thanks.

There's something else.

Always is with that dame.

Mrs. Castillo needs you
to come see her in jail.

Today.

Still demanding, even behind bars.

She expects you there by 4:00.

And for the record, Mr. Loomis,

Rita Castillo is not a dame.

She's a f*cking lady.

[DOOR CLOSES]

I am sure it's all just a
horrible misunderstanding.

I mean, Rita's no angel, but...

[WHISPERING]: she's no k*ller either.

She did tell us Carlo is a brute.

But when your husband is
that old, you don't k*ll him,

you just wait. [CHUCKLES]

But look who I'm telling.

What are you implying?

I adored my Edgar.

And I miss him every day.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Excuse me just a moment.

- Oh. Excuse me.
- Thank you.

- Alma.
- [GASPS]

- Ah, hello.
- Oh, Mavis.

I love your hat.

So chic.

- Oh. Thank you.
- Hmm.

How are you doing?

Oh. I'm fine.

Certainly better than Rita.

I'm sure you've heard the news.

What about Rita?

You haven't seen the
papers? Rita's been arrested.

For what?

Drunk driving?

For m*rder.

They're saying she poisoned Carlo.

Oh.

She actually went through with it.

What?

Oh, I...

I shouldn't have said that.

Excuse me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What have you heard?

[SIGHS] Well...

You know when you all came over,

she and I spoke for quite
some time in the kitchen.

Oh, I remember.

We were in the other room
saying, "What is that about?"

She confided in me that
she was having an affair

and that Carlo was on to her.

She was worried
that he might divorce her

and-and leave her without a dime.

But then she said that
she had a plan to stop him.

I didn't take it seriously
because she was so...

drunk, but now I...

- Oh.
- Divorce.

- That would explain a lot.
- Yes.

Please don't repeat this.

I would hate for word to get out.

Everyone in town would
think that Rita is guilty.

And who knows? I...

Maybe I'm wrong.

I will take it to my grave.

- Thank you.
- It's so lovely to see you, Alma.

You as well.

Oh, have a wonderful day.

- Yes, bye.
- Bye now.

[SIGHS]

I just saw Alma Fillcot in the restroom.

Are you ladies ready for the bill?

Oh, no thank you, Joe.

We have lots more to discuss.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

... and he was going to divorce her.

[GASPING]

I know what you think of me,

but I did not k*ll Carlo!

Relax.

- I believe you.
- You do?

But don't get me wrong,

I think you're capable of m*rder.

But you'd hire some goon to do it

while you were on vacation.

You wouldn't be upstairs taking a nap.

See.

I know you, Rita.

You may be evil,

but you're not stupid.

I'm sure there was a
compliment in there somewhere.

So you'll help me?

Maybe.

I got to get permission first.

- From who?
- My girlfriend.

What's she got to do with it?

Long story.

I'll tell you sometime.

You might even laugh about it.

But probably not.

[DOOR CLOSES]

I spoke to Rita today.

What did she have to say?

She wants you to call the judge

and tell him to give her bail, or else.

She's threatening me? With what?

- This.
- [GROANS]

I assume your photographer
took several of these.

Did he get any from a better angle?

My breasts are much more
impressive than that.

[SCOFFS] This is no bluff.

We'll send copies to everyone in Texas.

You won't be able to show
your face there again.

That would be awkward.

Luckily, I have no
intention of going back.

- What?
- I prefer it here.

You know, I have a bigger
house, nicer weather, a lover.

I had a picture of him somewhere.

Oh, right. [CHUCKLES]

Here it is.

The only thing I didn't like
about California was Rita.

But now that she has
different accommodations...

But-but you love Texas.

You lived there your whole life.

I'm not as sentimental
about the past as some.

Take you, for instance.

Holding on to all these old letters

that Rita wrote you years ago.

How did you get those?

"Relax, Isabel.

"No one's found Harry's body yet,

and we're never going
back to Galveston."

[CHUCKLES] I don't know

which Harry from Galveston this is,

but I intend to find out.

So, in answer to your question,

no, I won't get Rita out of jail.

And if you continue talking to Rita,

I will put you in there with her.

You're an evil b*tch. You know that?

Well, you can't blackmail me.

Because I quit.

Isabel, before you go...

One more cup?

For old times' sake?

Scooter, I don't know
what I'm doing here.

I did not k*ll Carlo.

I know.

Someone must have framed you!

No, I wasn't just saying
that for the guards.

I really am innocent.

Then what was that poison
doing in your purse?

What?

How did you know about that?

It wasn't in the papers.

Catherine told me.

She's still speaking to you?

Why wouldn't she be?

Well, I told you to stop kissing her

once Vern got the photo.

Most women would be offended

by a man pulling away mid-tryst.

Well... that was the plan.

But, well...

- once we got going...
- Wait.

You actually...

f*cked her?

Well, at least I kept her distracted

while you were doing... whatever.

I did not m*rder Carlo!

Of course you didn't!

I am very angry with you right now.

Well, then maybe I should
lay low for a while.

You know, some folks
might consider me a motive.

Are you dumping me?

I-I'm just saying no
more visits in jail.

It makes you look guilty.

And...

maybe me, too.

Maybe.

- Guard.
- Wait.

Scooter.

Please don't go.

I'm sorry.

Bye, Aunt Rita.

[SIGHS] I know I said 7:30.

Maybe the traffic's bad.

Etiquette experts say

that you shouldn't be
right on time for dinner.

The hostess might be running behind.

It's polite to be a bit late.

He's not usually this polite.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Oh, thank God. I was getting worried.

Sorry.

I was working on a new case.

Mom, Dad, this is Vern.

- Hello.
- It's nice to meet you both.

Bertram Fillcot. How are you?

Dee said you liked flowers.

Oh, what lovely blooms.

- Not as pretty as your garden.
- Oh, well...

Flattery will get you everywhere.

Please, come in, sit down.

Now, I heard you mention to
Dee something about a new case.

What exactly do you do for a living?

He's a detective.

Oh.

Mom, are you all right?

Yes.

Yes. It's just a little thorn.

Are you with the police?

I used to be, before the w*r.

Now I'm a private detective.

Oh, a private detective.

Oh, that's much better.

I mean, it's so much more exciting.

Not too exciting.

Mostly I work missing
persons cases, divorces.

It's how me met.

Vern came into the diner
'cause he was tailing a guy.

Next thing I knew, I was
tailing your daughter.

That sounded creepy, huh?

Yes, a little bit.

I'm going to put these in water.

Bertram, will you
help me in the kitchen?

Yes.

So far, so good.

Hey. What's this new case?

About that...

if I decide to take it, the
fee could buy us a house.

A house?

My God, who's the client?

Well...

ALMA: Dinner is served!

Thank God. I am starved.

Why aren't you telling
me who the client is?

[STAMMERS] It's a long
story. I'll tell you later.

You might even laugh about it.

But probably not.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER AND LAUGHTER]

We need more rolls.

Just taking a batch out of the oven.

Put the basket right here.

So? What do you think about Vern?

I like him.

Such lovely manners.

And the blooms he
brought were well chosen.

Most men haven't a clue.

So, you really like him?

You're not just saying that?

I really like him.

And I hope you'll have
a nice, long engagement.

It'll give your father and I
a chance to get to know him.

Actually...

we wanted to get married
as soon as possible.

[CHUCKLES]

This is marriage, Dee.

It's not something you just jump into.

Yeah, but...

Dee.

He's not going anywhere.

What's the rush?

BERTRAM: So, you met Dee at the diner.

Do you, do you live near there?

I have a little place Downtown.

But he just got a case so
big, it could buy us a house.

Oh, wonderful.

Who's the client?

- It's too soon to talk about it.
- Oh.

Sounds top secret.

- I'll bet it's a movie star.
- [CHUCKLES] No.

No, but you'd earn enough
money to buy a house?

Rich people pay a lot
to get out of jams.

Oh, so it's a rich person in a jam...

That sounds like a little
bit of a clue, doesn't it?

Hmm.

Is it Rita Castillo?

Uh...

Oh, my God.

It is Rita, isn't it?

Can we talk about this tomorrow?

Why would you work for her again?

Again?

You've worked for Rita before?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Fillcot.

I know you hate Rita's guts.

What?

[LAUGHING]: What?

Vern...

Why would you say such a thing?

Well, Dee told me about
your history with Rita.

How she blackballed you
from her Garden Club.

She blackballed you?

And she got me fired from my job.

VERN: I don't care for her either.

But she swears she
didn't k*ll her husband.

She said she was framed.

BERTRAM: I-I-I'm sorry.

What do you mean framed?

The drug that k*lled her husband?

They found a syringe
full of it in her purse.

Huh.

Such morbid talk for the dinner table.

I hope that when I
come back with dessert,

we can change the subject.

She found my letters?

How?

How do you think?

Catherine broke into my room.

I told you to destroy those years ago.

Why did you keep them?

You know, for the memories.

You kept them for insurance.

You were scared I
wouldn't give you the money

I promised when Carlo died.

You didn't trust me.

How could I?

You lie all the time.

To your husband, your lovers,

to everyone.

If Catherine has the letters,

how long before she finds
out what we did in Galveston?

You, you have ruined us.

Us?

You're the one with poison in her purse.

How many times do I have
to tell you I was framed?

[SCOFFS]

Any theories on who would
have done something like that?

So that's your next move.

You're going to try to pin this on me?

All I know is I didn't do it.

Well, neither did I.

And you know what?

I ain't sticking around
to find out who did.

Meaning what?

Tomorrow I'm buying a bus
ticket for parts unknown.

What, you're just going
to leave me here to rot?

Catherine's on to us.

I got to get the hell out of Dodge.

The ingratitude.

I gave you a home, a job.

A job as a maid.

We're blood.

And somewhere along the
way, you forgot that.

Well, I quit.

This is one mess you're going
to have to clean up yourself.

[DOOR CLOSES]

You said that Rita was your friend.

That she wanted you in the club.

That's what she said, but she lied.

Is this why you asked me to k*ll Carlo?

Now is not the time.

Alma, did you put that
syringe in her purse?

What I did or didn't do
doesn't matter at this point.

What matters is that
Dee is engaged to a man

who wants to prove Rita is innocent.

But she is innocent.

And we are not.

See the problem?

You deceived me.

You used me as a m*rder weapon.

Stop whining.

- Get the ice cream.
- [SCOFFS]

How can you work for Rita after
all she's done to this family?

Well, helping us buy a house
is a nice way to apologize.

God, this night is a disaster.

I know, it's awkward.

But we have to think about our future

and the home we want
to make for the baby.

Baby?

Oh, boy.

Dee, do you mean to say that...?

Yeah.

I'm pregnant.

- [GASPS]
- What?

It's not mine.

[GASPING]

Yeah.

That made it less awkward.

[DISHES CLANKING]

Thank you, Vern.

Just put those on the counter, please.

For what it's worth,

I'm sorry you had to find
out about the baby like that.

We should've told you sooner.

And you don't have to worry.

I plan to take good
care of Dee and the baby.

But I do worry.

[SIGHS] Mostly about your job.

My job?

Well, you're a private detective.

That's dangerous work.

Dee could end up a widow
before her first anniversary.

[CHUCKLING]: Oh, no.

It's not what it seems
like in the movies.

Don't you investigate people's secrets?

Expose things they're
desperate to keep hidden?

I guess.

And I assume you carry a g*n.

When it's necessary.

So you admit it?

There's risk.

I am not going to get myself k*lled.

That's what they all say.

Mrs. Fillcot, being a P.I.
is, is how I make my living.

Why not drive a taxi?

Or work in a factory?

There are safer ways to
bring home a paycheck.

Are you asking me to quit my job?

Oh, Vern.

You're asking me

to bless this hasty
union with my daughter.

And she's pregnant with
another man's child?

[SCOFFS]

A little compromise makes
for happier families.

Don't you agree?

Thank you for coming by.

- You sounded upset on the phone.
- I am.

Something unpleasant
came to my attention.

It involves Rita and me...

and you as well.

Me?

The night Papa died,

when we came back here and... you know.

What about it?

It appears there were photographs taken.

Of us.

Undressed.

Listen, uh, about those photos...

You knew about them?

Well, yeah.

When Rita came to me, I...

She tried to blackmail you, too?

She sure did.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't know she had us followed.

She's sneaky, that one.

No, she's hateful.

You know, one thing is to attack me,

but to drag an innocent
young man into her vendetta...

Eh.

What ya gonna do?

So, do you really
think she k*lled Carlo?

Well, if not her, then who?

That's what I keep wondering.

So... you're not angry at me?

At you?

No. We're golden.

Oh.

I'm so glad.

You know, our maid quit today.

And with Papa gone and Rita in jail...

I'm going to be all
by myself in this cold,

empty house.

And I wouldn't mind it so much

if you were here

to keep me company.

Are you asking me to move in?

Here?

I need a reason to
get up in the mornings.

And it would be very nice to
have someone to take care of.

Well...

I sure wouldn't want you to be lonely.

Oh.

Thank you, my darling boy.

Hey, you're cold.

Let me start you a fire.

Oh, Scooter.

You already have.

- DEE: Thanks, Mom.
- VERN: Thank you.

- Of course. Drive safely.
- Take care.

[VERN EXHALES SHARPLY]

Saw you talking to
my mom in the kitchen.

What was that all about?

She wants me to stop being a detective.

What?

She's worried I'll get shot by a crook,

and you'll be a widow.

Oh, geez.

So, what does she think
you'll do for a living?

- She suggested I drive a taxi.
- Hmm.

I'd rather sleep with
a private detective.

Well...

that settles that.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

You know, it... it's funny.

Your mom didn't seem
to mind my job at first.

Yeah.

She only got weird when you
said you might help Rita.

Considering what Rita
did to you and your mom,

maybe I shouldn't take the case.

Do you think Rita is innocent?

I do.

Then take the job.

Are you sure?

We got a baby on the way.

And if Rita's willing
to pay top dollar...

But what about your mom?

I want her to like me.

Honey.

She's going to be
your mother-in-law.

She will never like you.

This evening was certainly
full of surprises.

Don't you think?

Are you going to sulk all night?

You trick me into
k*lling Rita's husband.

Then you have the nerve to
complain that I'm sulking?

Why, Alma?

Why did you do it?

I told you.

Rita was cruel to me.

[SCOFFS] There's got to
be more to it than that.

When you're able to explain
your shocking conduct,

come down to the sofa.

Explain it to me there.

That's where I'll be sleeping tonight.

Mr. Loomis?

It's 6:00 in the morning.

What are you doing here so early?

I owe you one, Frank.

- You got five minutes.
- That's all I need.

I'm going to take your case.

Wonderful.

I didn't think you would.

I know you don't think much of me.

I don't got to like you
to think you're innocent.

Thank you.

So...

I'm going to need a
list of all your enemies.

All of 'em?

Oh, honey.

You're going to need
more than five minutes.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Hi. Oh, I hope it's not too early.

Not at all.

May I come in?

Oh, uh...

- My house is a mess.
- Oh.

- Let's, let's talk out here.
- Oh, all right.

[CLEARS THROAT]

- [CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]
- Oh, Alma.

I just...

I wanted you to know the
whole club feels terribly

about the way Rita treated you.

Promising you a spot and
then stabbing you in the back.

I'm sure she had her reasons.

Be that as it may,

there may be room for a new member soon.

Oh?

Now, Rita is innocent
until proven guilty.

But...

this whole scandal is just so salacious

that some of the ladies
want her out right now.

Oh.

Oh, poor Rita.

That is so like you, Alma.

Defending her, even now.

Well...

Well, if she is removed,

I plan to nominate you again.

And this time I won't
fail to get those votes.

That is...

if you'd still want to be
a part of our silly club.

I do.

I really do.

Oh, good.

Well, I'll let you know

as soon as we make a
decision about Rita.

You're so kind to think of me, Grace.

Well, someone has to think of you, Alma.

You never think of yourself.

Well...

[BOTH SIGH]

[BOTH GIGGLE]

You're up.

That was Grace.

- She told me...
- I heard.

You don't seem very happy for me.

That was the plan all along, wasn't it?

Why a man is dead

and his wife is in jail for m*rder.

All so you could get into a garden club?

I don't pretend to be perfect.

Jesus, Alma.

Bertie... remind me.

Why did you k*ll all those people?

I have told you a hundred times,

they were suffering from disease.

And because you couldn't
cure the disease,

you k*lled the patient.

In order to protect them.

What if you had the cure?

What if you could have
kept the patient alive?

What are you talking about?

Rita was my disease.

She was a tumor,

causing me no end of pain,

agony.

So I had her removed.

It's not the same thing.

There's so much suffering in the world.

Because of cruelty and unkindness.

Rich, beautiful people with power,

humiliating weak nobodies
who displease them.

Rita thought I was weak.

And so did I.

But you...

You taught me that we all have power.

If only we're brave enough to use it.

Alma, you framed an innocent woman

for a m*rder she didn't commit.

I prevented suffering.

That's how you justify your crimes.

I can justify mine in
exactly the same way.

You've lost your mind.

We're about to be grandparents.

Let's just put all this
unpleasantness behind us

and enjoy this happy time.

Hmm?

Here you go.

How many days are you with us?

Just the night.

I'm taking the noon bus out of town.

Okay. Well, I'll get the towels.

[SIGHS]

Oh.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Here's your towels.

I may need a few more.

I just decided to stay in
town a couple more days.

Oh? What changed your mind?

A promising business opportunity
has just presented itself.