All language subtitles for Desperate Housewives - S08E15 - She Needs M

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Susan discovered
that Porter was the father
of Julie's baby.

No, the father will be
an adoptive parent who
has gone through

extensive interviews
and a background check.

Both of you, stop!

I wanna keep it.

Then Lynette found out.

No, no, no.
He can't be
having a baby!

Gabby took in a houseguest.

Karen kicked me out.

And Karen got bad news.

The cancer's back.

Ben's money problems
took a toll.

Let's get you to
the hospital. Come on.

And Renee stepped in.

Normally,
I'd never take a check.
But I know where you live.

Orson returned...

How would you feel about
a change of scenery?

Maine.

With a plan.

You won't believe
where it's going
to end up.

When it came to
raising her children,

Lynette Scavo was used to
doing things without help.

Her husband
would often travel
on business.

Or rush out to
important meetings.

Or sneak out for a game of golf.

But just because
Lynette was used to
doing everything herself...

You done yet?

Didn't mean she liked it.

Yes, I'm done.
Thank you for your help.

Okay, I wanna thank you
both for joining me.

I know you're worried
about my decision to be
a single father.

No, not worried.
More like panicked
and terrified.

I'm here to let you
know that as of today,

I've got everything
under control.

I got a job.

Wow.

Just working in a restaurant,
but it's decent pay,

and there's health insurance
for me and the baby.

Well, that is great news!

Lynette, don't you
want to tell our son
that's great news?

I'm waiting for the "but."

There doesn't
have to be a "but."

It's Porter.
There's always a "but."

But they don't exactly
provide child care.

At a restaurant?
That's so weird.

They usually have
a whole play area

between the knife block
and the deep fryer.

So, I'll need a little help
with the baby.

How much help?

I don't know, eight hours.
A day. Every day, until...

She turns 18?

No! She could be
super smart and end up
going to college at 15.

Aw, sweetie,
she's not gonna be
super smart.

Lynette...

Porter, I'm sorry,
I am not gonna
keep telling you

what a bad idea
raising this baby is.

You're a grownup,
and you made
your own decision,

and I'm even starting
to make my peace with it.

But?

But I can't raise her for you.

We can barely
take care of this one.

Wait. Wait, where...
Where did she go?

I thought you were watching her.

Well, it's your house!

I'm sorry,
you're gonna have to make
other arrangements.

I found her!

Wow. I don't know
what I was thinking,

expecting you to
care about my baby.

I mean, you're only
the grandmother.

Uh-oh.

I am happy to be
her grandmother.

I will fill her room
with stuffed animals,

I will feed her ice cream
behind your back,

I will spoil her
like nobody's business,

but when it comes
to the heavy lifting,
I am done.

Or will be very shortly.

Okay. I see where
you're coming from.

I guess I'll have
to find some stranger

to watch over
little baby Lynette.

Lynette? You are gonna
name your daughter after me?

That is incredibly touching.

It changes nothing.

Yes, Lynette Scavo

had raised her children
without much help.

Here you go. Practice.

And she was determined
that Porter do the same.

Orson Hodge had a plan.

He was
determined to reclaim
the heart of a woman

whose loss he had
never gotten over.

He loved her so deeply
that he was willing
to be patient,

and obsess over every detail.

Until, at last,
the moment arrived

when she was just within reach.

Okay, open.

What is this?

It's a little
book of inspiration
I put together for you.

Oh!

I wanted to show
you some pictures
of my cottage in Maine.

It's right on the coast.
Here, see,
there's the lighthouse.

Oh, these photographs
are breathtaking.

It's even more
beautiful in person.

When you hear the foghorn,

and you breathe
in the sea air...

Oh, I feel it already. Hmm!

Orson, I can't tell you
how happy this makes me.

This is exactly
what I need right now.

Absolutely.
You deserve a break

after all that
ghastly business you've
been through lately.

The murder, the investigation,

all those chilling letters
you received.

Letters?

Yes, the letter you received
after the murder,

and the one after
Chuck Vance was killed.

I never told you
about the second letter.

That's right.
I heard about it
from Lynette.

You talked to Lynette
about the letters?

Yes, the other day,
when she came over
with the girls.

Personally,
I thought it was very
indiscreet of her,

but, well, yet another
example of how those women
can't be trusted.

Oh, let me
show you this one.
It's my favorite.

That patch of dirt
is your favorite?

Fresh tilled
soil in a raised bed
overlooking the ocean.

The perfect place
for you to plant a garden.

Orson,
I can't remember when
I've been this excited.

You have truly
thought of everything,
haven't you?

Let's hope so, darling.

And our Doppler radar

will be tracking
those scattered showers

as they move
from Eastern Pennsylvania

right into the Western
Pennsylvania area.

Hey!

I could hear that at the store!

Oh, no. One of your girls
having a birthday?

I can only imagine them on cake.

No. This is for Carlos.
He's coming home Thursday.

You got a bottle
of champagne for a guy
getting out of rehab?

What, they were
all out of opium?

No, this is for me.

This whole
rehab thing has been
very stressful.

So,
this is his big homecoming.
Watching you get loaded.

And a balloon.

That guy puts up
with a lot from you.

What is that supposed to mean?

Why don't you think
of someone
other than yourself

just once in your life?

You're right.
It's horrible here.

So why don't you just
walk out the front door?

Believe me, I would
if I had any place
else to go.

Well, as the balloon tells us,

Carlos is coming home soon,

so what's your plan?

I thought we'd watch
the basketball game,

maybe do a little grilling.

Carlos always liked my tri-tip.

Well, you know who else
likes your tri-tip? Karen.

Yeah, she does.

I'm talking about steak, Roy.

Isn't it time
you two patch things up?

Send her some flowers.
Make nice.

I tried all that.

If she wants me back,
she knows where to find me.

Now, after the break,

we'll answer
all your burning questions
about barometric pressure.

So make sure you stick around.

How'd it go with Julie?

Made it to the train
with time to spare.

I think she was eager
to get back to school.

Ah! I was sort of
hoping she'd change
her mind

and come back with you.

"Guess what, Mom?
I decided to stay!"

Well, give her some time.
You never know.

I think I know.

Porter, is everything okay?

No. Everything
pretty much sucks.

I thought I had a job,
but my mom says
it's not good enough.

So I wrote up a resume.

Well, this looks great.
Any boss would be
lucky to have you.

I mean, you're young, energetic,

you had a paper route,
and you're proficient
in martial arts,

though not
proficient in spelling it.

What was the job
that your mom said
wasn't good enough?

Waiting tables at the Carlyle.

I know it sounds kind of lame.

But it's a stepping-stone.

I'd take classes,
learn about the business,

try to work
my way into management.

Or even own my own restaurant,

just like my parents used to.

Wow, Porter, that sounds
like an actual plan.
And a good one.

Yeah,
there's just one problem.
It doesn't have day care.

You should take that job.

What will I do with the baby?

Well, lucky for you,
you happen to be looking at

Fairview's finest
day care provider.

Porter, me.
I'm the day care.

Oh!

When the baby is born,
you just drop

her off with me
whenever you need.

I will spoil
the heck out of her.

You don't mind
being stuck with
a baby all day?

It's a baby.
Who could be stuck?

My mother, for one.

Well, for me,
it's a dream come true.

Honestly,
you would be doing me
a favor.

Wow. Thank you,
Mrs. Delfino.

You know what,
you're gonna be raising
my daughter's child.

I think
it's about time you started
calling me Susan.

Or better yet, Grandma!

No. Susan.

Ah! Son of a bitch!

Ah!

Oh!

What are you doing?

I just noticed
you had some
flowers delivered,

and I was snooping to see
who they were from.

You want to know who?
No.

They're from Roy!
He wants you back!

I just saw you
cutting those roses
from Bree's garden.

No, you didn't.
You're old.
You can't see anything.

You've got
clippers in your pocket.

You have clippers
in your pocket.

Your finger's bleeding.

Your finger's...
All right.
Can I just come in?

Come on.

Look, Roy may be
too proud to send
flowers himself,

but he misses you.

Whatever.

Why are you being like this?

Just get over
your silly fight
and take him back.

He's crazy about you.

Really? Then how come
you're over here
and not him?

'Cause I'm kind of
to blame for this.

I fed the flames
of your little spat

because, let's face it,
I'm selfish.

My girls were out of control

and Roy's a genius
at scaring the crap
out of kids.

But now Carlos is coming back,

so I'm all about you two
being lovebirds again.

Save your breath, Gabby.
It's not gonna happen.

What's going on with you two?

Ain't none of
your damn business!

Now take your stolen flowers
and your clippers and...

Karen, what's the matter?

Nothing.
I'm on new medication.

Sometimes I get
a little lightheaded.

You don't look so good.

- I'm gonna go and lie.
- I...

Karen! Karen!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! Okay.

Hi. I need
an ambulance right away.
4358 Wisteria Lane.

Hey, guys. Whatcha doing?

Uh... I'm helping
Mrs. Delfino
paint the nursery.

Nursery?

It's a room where babies live.

Yes, thank you.
Why would Susan
need a nursery?

You didn't tell her? Uh...
I volunteered to
look after the baby

so Porter could start
that new restaurant job.

Oh!

Yeah, he said
you didn't want to be

stuck taking care
of her all the time,

and I'm thrilled to do it.

That's really nice of you.

And of course
it goes without saying

that you are welcome
to come over and play

any time with my granddaughter.

Our granddaughter.
I'm sorry.

Oh, Mom, I wanted to ask,
can we take the old bassinet?

My bassinet?
The one all five
of you kids slept in?

Yeah. That's why
I thought it was cool.

Now my kid gets to sleep in it.

Aw!

Doesn't it make you want to cry?

Yeah. Yeah, it does.

Renee!
What are you doing here?

Learning 10
new ways to cook kale.

And letting you know
your financial troubles
are over.

What do you mean?

I met with your loan shark,

a sentence I never thought
I'd be saying,

and I settled your account.

All you have
to worry about now
is getting better.

I told you. I didn't
want you to do that!

I think the words
you're looking for
are "thank you."

I'm serious.
I didn't want you
to get involved in this.

Look, if you and I are gonna
keep hanging out,

there's something
you need to know
about me.

I do what I want.

Thank you.

But I want to be
perfectly clear,

I will be paying you
that money back.

Oh, I know.

And it's probably
gonna take a while.

Good thing
I'm not going anywhere.

It could be years.

Shh! Just lie there
and look pretty.

Uh... Come in.
And don't be an ax murderer.

Hey! Hey, kids,
Dad's home.
Hey!

What's going on, Tom?
I'm kinda busy right now.

Actually, that is why I am here.

Parker, Penny, you guys around?

Hey, guys!
Hey, Dad.

Go pack your bags.

I've tried that, Tom.
They come back.

I figured I'd take
them off your hands
for the rest of spring break.

We're going to your place?
Cool!

Yeah! And you already
got plenty of stuff
there already,

so pack light.

Is this actually happening?

You're taking the kids
for an entire week?

Well,
after our talk with Porter,
I got to thinking

that you never
really get any time
to yourself.

And when I was out of town,
you had the kids for weeks.

So, I owe you.

Wow. If we weren't separated,
the things I'd do to you.

Anyway, thank you.

It'll be much easier
getting things
done around here

when it's just me and the baby.

No, no, no.
I'm taking Paige, too.

But who's going to watch her
while you're at work?

Jane.

She hasn't taken care
of a baby in forever.

She's really
looking forward to it.

Okay. That's really generous.

And here comes the herd.

Later, Mom.

Wait, wait.
Give me a hug.

Bye.
Love you.

Have a good time.
I love you.
Have a good time.

I love you, Mom.
I love you, too.

So, what are you
gonna do with all this
time to yourself?

That is a problem
I look forward to solving.

Bye, Paige. Thank you.

I spoke with your
doctor and I know.

What? Doctors aren't
allowed to talk about
patients' conditions.

Well, they can
if you're family, "Mom."

Why didn't you tell anyone
the cancer was back?

Because this time
I ain't going to beat it.

You don't know that.

Yeah. I do.

Oh.

So, this is why
you've been pushing
Roy away.

Look at my smart daughter,
piecing it together.

He doesn't know about any of it?

No. He's not going to.

But this is a scary thing.
Maybe you should
let him help you.

Why? So he can be
miserable, too?

Karen!

Roy went through this
when his first wife died.

I'm not putting him
through it again.

Gabby, I'm begging you.

Don't do this to him.
Just don't tell him.

Oh! You know
what we need here?

Over the crib,
a mobile with twinkly
little butterflies.

Those were Julie's favorite.

"Twinkly butterflies."

Oh! And you know, we could
put her name on the wall
in big bright letters.

Do you have a name yet?

I was actually
thinking about "Lynette."

For a baby? Huh!
Let me think about that.

Oh! You know what
else we could do?

A mural, like Winnie the Pooh,

and his head is stuck
in the honey pot.

I brought you guys some coffee.

But it sounds like
one of you doesn't need it.

Oh, I'm not caffeinated.
I'm just high on baby.

Is there any sugar?

In the kitchen.

That baby
is going to feel
right at home here.

Yeah, well,
that's why I'm doing this.

Uh-huh. Are you gonna
keep Julie's bed?

Well, she was here first.
And besides, I mean,

if she does come back,
she'll need a place to stay.

Right. So when Julie
comes to visit,

she'll be
sleeping four feet away

from the baby she doesn't want.

Think I should move Julie's bed?

I think you should do
whatever makes you happy.

Hon, did you find the sugar?

That's what I was looking for.

Let's just hope
the baby takes after Julie.

This is the kind of thing
that chaps my ass.

If Marmaduke ate my pillow,
I'd shoot him
right in the head.

Hey, Roy?

No, Gabby, I wouldn't
actually shoot a dog.
It was a joke.

I just realized the other day,

I don't think I've ever
heard you talk about
your first wife.

Miriam?

I didn't even know her name.

Miriam.

How long were you guys married?

Thirty-nine years.
She died two weeks

before our fortieth anniversary.

Oh, my God. Cancer, right?

Brain.
A son of a bitch,
that kind.

A real son of a bitch.

That must have
been the worst thing
you ever went through.

You'd think.

Wait. Are you
saying it wasn't?

Sounds weird.

It's hard to understand.

I wanna understand.

Okay.

When you love somebody,

loved them a long time,
you get lazy.

You figure they know it,

so you stop
saying it so much,
stop showing it.

Yeah.

But when you know
you're gonna lose them,

that they won't be there
to hear you say it,

oh, boy, you make damn sure
they know it every second
of every day.

I'm so sorry I brought it up.

Nah, these? I earned them.

I was there for Miriam.

I told her everything
I needed to tell her.

Held her hand
when she was scared.

Nah, these don't bother
me at all.

Oh, Roy. I made a promise
to someone,

but I'm gonna have to break it.

Renee. It's so good
to see you again.

A loan shark
and a Jehovah Witness?
Not a combo you see often.

What?

I'm kind of embarrassed
to admit this,

but I am a terrible bookkeeper.

That check
you wrote me to pay off
your boyfriend's loan?

I had the amount wrong.

Oh, so you're here
to give me a refund?

Not exactly.
I really like this house.

Tell me,
what does fire insurance
cost for a place like this?

Okay, why don't you pick up
your violin case

and drive your
big Cadillac back to

the Godfather movie
you crawled out of?

You are not going
to intimidate me.

You sure about that?

It's how I make my living.
Business is good.

Ah, I get it.

You see this sweet,
suburban neighborhood
and think,

"I can push
those people around."

Well, let me tell you something.

I do not come from
a place like this.

You got all
you're gonna get.
We're done.

I'm the one that decides
when we're done.

See you around.

Is that everything?
I think so.

Have you taken one last look
down the Lane?

Fixed an image in your mind?

Why? We'll only
be gone for a month.

Will we? Something tells me
that once you taste

one of those delicious
Maine lobster rolls,

you'll never want to come back.

Aren't we getting
ahead of ourselves?

Just promise me
you'll keep an open mind.

Fine. Mind open.

This is going to sound silly,

but you know what
I'm most excited about?

What?

We finally get to
wear those hats I bought

for that Alaskan cruise
we never got to take.

Jiminy Christmas.
I left mine at home.

Orson!

We'll buy another one.

But it won't be
the same thing!
I had them monogrammed.

And I always imagined
us wearing them

on some wonderful
adventure together.

Well, it's all right.

We'll just stop and get it
from your apartment.

My apartment?
We don't have time for that.

Don't be silly.
It's on the way.

And besides,
most people don't get to

the airport four hours
before their flight.

No, no, we can't.

You know how long
it takes to go through
security in a wheelchair?

Certainly not four hours.

Bree, please!

Orson, is something wrong?

No. No.

You're trembling.

It's nothing.
It's just, you know me and punctuality.

This is hardly
the way to start
that relaxing vacation

you've been promising me.

You're right.
I'm sorry, dear.

Apology accepted.

Now, let's make
that the last time
we quibble on this trip.

Now we're off to your apartment.

Hi.
Lynette, Porter's not here.

No, I know.
I just felt bad

you were doing all
the work on the nursery,

so I freed up some time
in my schedule to help.

Painting, moving furniture,
whatever you need.

Uh, actually,
we already finished.

Oh! Can I see it?

Of course. Sure. Follow me.

I know pink is
a little traditional,

but then I found
this black and white bedding

for the bassinet I just love.

Makes it feel
like a little French
girl's room, don't you think?

Who's Sophie?

Oh, uh...
That's what Porter decided
to name the baby.

Uh-huh? Porter decided
to name the baby
after your mother?

He did ask me
for some suggestions.

Interesting. He told me
he was naming her Lynette.

I know, but "Baby Lynette"?

What's wrong with that?

Nothing.
It's just, "Lynette"
is so, I mean, you.

Really?
Well, yeah.

And you have set
the bar so high
on that name.

I mean,
do you want to burden
a tiny little baby

with trying to live up to that?

And nobody thought
I'd be interested

in hearing about
this name change?

Oh, my gosh.
Are you upset about this?

I thought you were into
being the hands-off grandma.

Well, I am trying
to get my son to stand
on his own two feet,

and I guess
I didn't count on you
being the pushy grandma.

I guess
your definition of "pushy"

is being helpful
and wanting to get involved.

I want to be involved.
It's my granddaughter, too.

Well, I don't see you
setting up a nursery
in your house.

Well, maybe I will.
There's just one thing
I need.

Lynette, give that back!
No.

Porter wants it here.
He says it pulls
the whole room together!

Oh, yeah, 'cause Porter has
such a keen eye for design.

What is going on?
What's wrong?

What's wrong?
You're calling
Lynette "Sophie."

You're making my son a waiter.

And you're trying to turn
my granddaughter
into a French girl.

That's what's wrong.

Okay.
That doesn't make any sense.
And it's incredibly petty.

Well, not as petty
as trying to steal
somebody's grandchild!

Oh!

My first visit
to your apartment.

I must admit
I'm a bit ashamed
I never came by before.

Yes, well, truth be told,
I'm a bit ashamed
at how modest it is.

So, if it's all the same,
I'd prefer it if
you wait out here.

I'll just be a minute.

Absolutely not. I'm sure
it's perfectly charming.

Actually, it's also a mess.

There, I said it. Oh, what
you must think of me!

Orson, I know you.

A mess means
you haven't fluffed
the sofa pillows today.

Now, come on,
let's get you that hat.

Oh, hell's bells.

What?

I seem to have forgotten my key.

Oh, dear.

Sometimes I think
I'd forget my head

if it weren't attached
to my body.

Of course,
then I wouldn't
need to get my hat.

The manager has a master key.

Would you mind
running down to
the office to get it?

Of course not.
I'll be back in a sec.

Orson, I looked everywhere
and I can't find the manager.

Oh, not to worry.
I'm such a muddlehead.

I forgot that
I keep a spare key
in the pouch.

One of the good things
about being in a wheelchair,

it's like having a mobile purse.

After you.

What a lovely place!

And, of course,
your pillows are
perfectly plumped.

Well, it served its purpose.

And now, on to new adventures.

You look very dashing.

Thank you.

Let's not dilly-dally.
We still have
a plane to catch.

Oh, and we must stop by
a newsstand in the terminal.

The novel I'm reading
is simply dreadful.

Oh, and I know how much
you despise airplane food.

Perhaps we can pick up
a little bite
for you, as well.

Bree?

It was you?

You did it.

You wrote the letters.

Oh, my God.

You killed Chuck.

Yes.

For you.

What?

He was going to arrest you.
I had to do something
to stop him.

Everything I did, Bree,
was to protect you.

Protect me?
How was writing the letters
supposed to protect me?

They tormented me.
Almost drove me to suicide!

And I'm sorry it went that far.

But I knew I had no chance
of winning you back

unless I could isolate you
from those awful friends
of yours.

So I wrote the letters,

knowing those women
would turn against you.

And they did.

Why would you want to
turn them against me?

Because as long as
they were in your life,

I knew I would always be
a distant second.

And that wasn't going to be
good enough for me,
not this time!

I had to have
you all to myself.
That's how much I love you.

You're insane.

Bree, we both know what it means

to commit a crime
for the greater good.

Do not compare yourself to me!

I was protecting people I love.

You were only pursuing
your own selfish desires.

No! I did it
for both of us!

You took advantage of me
at the darkest moment
of my life.

You're a sick, pathetic man.

And I know that someday
you will pay for your sins.

Bree! Don't go.
You are everything to me.

Well, you are nothing to me.

And I never want
to see you again.

Hey. You mind if I come in?

Sure. But I've already
been screamed at
by one Scavo today,

so can we keep it civil?

If this is about Susan,
you can save your breath.

Come on, Lynette.
I know how much

you guys care about each other.

Uh-huh.

Hey, you want
to have sex with me?
It'd really piss her off.

Uh, I'm going
to pass on that,
but thanks.

Okay.

I don't understand
why she's so mad at me.

She said she wanted
nothing to do
with Porter's baby.

Can I tell you a little secret?

That was her first reaction
to all five of our kids.

I don't believe that.
I mean, she's a great mom.

None of this makes any sense.

Now we're getting somewhere.

I just never thought
my life would
end up like this.

It's like I'm turning
into white trash.

Lynette,
I come from white trash.

And you are nowhere near that.

Really? I'm separated,
my kid is having
a baby out of wedlock,

I'm getting into public fights.

I'm two weeks away
from having a washing
machine on the porch.

Meanwhile, Susan's getting
everything she wants.

Yeah, I don't think Susan's life

is going the way
she'd hoped, either.

All I know is
she's the one over there

painting a nursery
for our grandchild.

Yeah. With your son.
Not her daughter.

That's the thing about Lynette.

She always complains
that she has to do
everything herself.

But God help you
if you try to do
anything for her.

I have a bruised tailbone
to prove it.

I made the same mistake as you.

And I was married to her.
I should know.

What did you do?

I took the kids off
her hands for a week.
And she was fine at first.

Then she started calling
every 10 minutes

to remind me to give Paige
her medicine,

or to make sure that
Parker wore his retainer.

She needs to be needed.

Exactly.

And given what
I've been going through,
I kind of get that.

Yeah. So, if you could,
Susan, cut her a break.

She's lost a lot.

I don't want her
losing you, too.

I think that's why
she's going so overboard
on this nursery thing.

She hopes
it'll get Julie excited
about the baby.

Maybe bring her back.

You're taking all my anger away

and that's not going
to leave me anything.

Yeah, it will.
It will leave you
your friend.

Many homes in the metro area...

ladies and gentlemen...

What you won't do
to get out of
being married to me.

Oh, crap.

I knew I couldn't
trust the jumping bean
to keep her mouth shut.

These are for you.

Rushing things a bit,
don't you think?
I'm not dead yet.

No, but I'm about
to kill you. What the hell
were you thinking?

I didn't want to
put you through this again.

Karen, I married you
for better or worse.

We had the better.
And now...

What if I say
I don't want you here?

You're an old lady,
what are you
gonna do about it?

I'm scared.

I know.

Hey, Renee.

Hey, just wanted to let
you know that Ben's
test results just got back

and everything is normal.

He's getting out tomorrow.

Oh, that's great news.

And I've got more.
We're back together.

And I have you
to thank for that.

Well, you don't
have to give me credit.

Yeah, I do,

because if he
breaks my heart again,
I'm giving you the blame.

Did you say
you're at the hospital?

Yeah.

Is anybody
staying at your place?

No. Why?

I just thought
I saw a light turn on.

It's probably nothing.
But I'll go check it out.

What the hell are you doing?

Some people use voicemail,

I prefer to
deliver my messages
in person.

So why don't
you just move along
before you get involved?

Too late.

I keep forgetting,
you're the tough guy
around here.

Well, I don't want any trouble.

I don't ever want to
see you again.

Then you should have killed me.

Okay. Hang on.
Wait, wait, wait.

Surprise! Welcome home!

Whoa!
Who did this?

I did.
Really?

'Cause when I got home
from prison,

all you left me
was a post-it note
on the fridge

that said,
"Take out the trash, ex-con."

Well, I don't
want to take you
for granted anymore.

You sound like you
actually mean that.
What's going on?

Karen's cancer is back.
And it's bad. That's why
she threw Roy out.

Oh, God.

Kind of makes you think.

I mean, when we got married
I thought that
was the finish line.

But it's not. Death is.
No one told us that.

Yeah, they did.
At our wedding they said,
"Till death do us part"?

Oh, Carlos, please.
I had four glasses
of champagne

before the ceremony.

I almost married your uncle.

Come on, Gabby.
I mean, the idea that
we might die someday

must have at least
crossed your mind.

I just never thought about
what it really means,

that one of us is gonna die,

and the other one's
gonna live through it.

And if it's you who's first,
I don't think I can do it.

Yes, you can.

You're one of
the bravest people
I know.

Look at what
we've been through
this year.

You've been my rock.

I have?

Well, you and scotch.
But from now on, just you.

Thank you.

And, hey, if it makes
you feel any better,

you can always
take the easy way out,

die first.

What's going on with the name?

You didn't change it to
"Sop," did you?

'Cause that's even worse
than "Lynette."

"Lynette" isn't so bad.

Thanks for that.

Yeah, well,
thank you for all
the rest of this.

So you need anything?

Um...

The nail holes
need to be spackled.

I'm on it.

Hello?

Bree, it's Orson.

Listen to me.
Don't you ever
call my house again.

I can assure you,
this is the last
you'll hear from me.

What do you want, Orson?

I've been thinking
about what you said,
and you're right.

The sins that
have been committed

are so reprehensible
that a sacrifice
must be made.

The ultimate sacrifice.

Do not consider suicide.

That would only
be adding more sins
to your list.

You don't have to judge, Bree.

Someone else
will do that for you.

Goodbye. Forever.

Yes, there are times

when we all could use
a little help.

When our generosity
has been repaid
with cruelty.

When our behavior
has filled us with regret.

And when our future
has become
terribly uncertain.

But then there are those
who are past
the point of help.

And in their wake,
they leave nothing
but destruction.