All language subtitles for Desperate Housewives - S08E17 -

MARY ALICE: Previously on
Desperate Housewives.

Carlos needed to make a change.

I am miserable at work.
I can't do it anymore.

Orson sent the police
an anonymous tip.

I got a feeling about this.

Enough of a feeling to go
dig up a construction site?

Mike protected Renee.

He is a good man.

But he paid the price.

Every day on Wisteria Lane,
women face their share
of problems.

Like a paper boy
who's off the mark.

(BEEPING)

An appliance
that's out of whack.

Or a report card
that's below par.

These everyday problems can seem

like matters of life and death.

I've told your
paper boy 10 times.

The flower bed sprinklers
go on at 6:00 a.m. sharp.

(GUNSHOT)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(BEEP)
(PHONE CLATTERS)

I don't know how
you can call him a repairman

if after he visits
the thing is not repaired.

(GUNSHOT)
(TIRES SCREECHING)

(BEEP)

And get this, Carlos.
Her math teacher wrote,

"The only thing worse
than her arithmetic
is her attitude."

(GUNSHOT)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(BEEP)

MARY ALICE: But then something
truly horrible comes along,

and we rush to hold on
to what really matters

(GASPS)

before it's gone forever.

When a loved one dies,
certain decisions
have to be made.

A coffin must be selected.

A headstone must be picked.

Clothes must be chosen.

Preparing a body for burial
is never an easy thing to do.

But unearthing one
can be even harder.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

Hey. I think we got something.

CARLOS: What do you think?

You look handsome.
What's that under your shirt?

(SIGHS) My little
tribute to Mike.

(SIGHS) He would've loved that.

He was always trying to
get me to go to Indianapolis
for a game. (CHUCKLES)

But I was too busy
being a big executive.

Helping rich people get richer.

That'll be a great
eulogy someday, huh?

Is this about you wanting
to quit your job again

so you can be
an underpaid counselor?

I'm never going to
be able to get you to
understand this, am I?

What a difference
it would make in my life

if I felt like I
was helping people.

You're right.
I'm never gonna
understand it.

And I also don't understand why

we have to talk
about this today.

Because my best friend is dead.

And he died trying
to help people.

So, if you ask me,

it kind of seems like
the perfect day
to talk about it.

This one?

Sure.

Uh... Shoes?

You pick.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Hi, Reverend.

Hello, Julie.

(DOOR CLOSES)
Susan.

I wanted to show you
a rough draft of Mike's
funeral service.

It's what we discussed,

the standard
Episcopalian ceremony.

I'm sure it'll be fine.

I just wanted to see
if you'd like to add anything

to make it
a little more personal.

Readings, for example.

Did he have any favorite poems,

any favorite writers?

Mike really wasn't
much of a reader.

That's fine.

Were you planning on saying
something during the service?

Like what? "I wish someone
hadn't murdered my husband"?

Mom, he's just trying to help.

I know. I'm sorry.

I just...

I don't know what I would
say that would be enough.

I don't know
how to tell people
what kind of man Mike was,

what kind of
father and husband
and friend he was.

I just never thought
I would have to
sum up his life

before he was done living it.

It's going to be okay.

(SCOFFS)

Please, Reverend,

if there is one
thing that I know

for sure at this moment is that

nothing is ever going
to be okay again.

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

Hey.

Hey.

How's Susan holding up?

She'll be really glad you came.

I caught the first flight
after you called me.
I'm just...

I'm still in shock.

You know what I keep
thinking about all morning?

Do you remember that time
you, me, Mike and Susan

rented those cabins by the lake?

Oh, no. The pontoon boat?

(CHUCKLING) Yeah,
the pontoon boat
with the broken gas gauge.

Yeah, and I kept
telling everybody,

"Don't worry, they'll
come looking for us."

Then the sun started to go down.

Who knew Mike was
such a great swimmer?

I know, it was half a mile
to the shore at least,
in cold water.

He was an amazing guy.

(CRYING) I just can't believe
I'm never gonna see him
walk out of that house again.

(SNIFFLES)

(EXHALES)

LYNETTE: (SNIFFLES) I'm sorry.

I've been doing
a really good job

keeping it together, until now.

I'm so sorry, Lynette.

He really seemed
like a good guy.

Yeah. He was a great guy.

Well, we should
probably get going.

Hey,

you want to ride with us
to the church?

No, I still have to get ready.

So you guys go ahead.

Hey, Bree.

Oh! Please tell me you're not
wearing that to the funeral.

Uh, actually, that's why
I was coming over.

I'm not going to the funeral.

So, could you please
tell Susan how sorry I am?

You have to be there.
The whole neighborhood
is going.

Yeah, and they'll
all be thinking,

"There's the woman
that Mike was protecting

"when he beat up
that loan shark.

"She's the reason
he's dead."
Renee...

Mike stuck his neck out for me.

And now Susan's a widow,

and a 9-year-old
kid has to grow up
without a father.

Look, I know you feel awful
about what happened,

but today is
about honoring Mike.

You do not get to make
this about your guilt.

(SIGHS)

Why are you looking
at me like that?

Because you're right.

And it's annoying.

Come on.

Go get changed
and I will save
you a seat.

(GROANS) I really hate today.

(SIGHS) Me, too.

(CAR DOOR SLAMS)

Mrs. Van De Kamp?

Can I help you?

I'm Detective Heredia,
Fairview PD.

Oh, uh, if this is
about Mike Delfino's
murder, I'd be happy to help,

but as you can see,
I'm on my way to his funeral.

Actually, we already made
an arrest in that case.

Thank God.

I'm here on an unrelated matter.

It's a missing
persons investigation.

Oh!

Yeah,
I'd like you to come down
and answer some questions.

Now?

Please.

MARY ALICE: As she arrived
at Mike Delfino's funeral,

Gabby considered what
her friend Susan must
be going through.

After all, Mike was
the love of Susan's life.

And that got Gabby thinking
about the love of hers.

(GIGGLES)

So? What do you think?

A lot of things.

Most of them obscene.

(LAUGHS) I like it, too!

It's Royal Wedding
with just a hint of slut.
(GIGGLES)

So how much?

Who cares?

You get what you pay for.
And you are getting this.

(GIGGLES)

$12,000? Dios mio!

We didn't even pay this much
for our first house.

Yeah, well,
how much can mud
and straw cost?

(SIGHS) Ladies,
we are having a nice time.

Let's try and keep it that way.

Now, be honest, Mama.
Don't you like the dress?

Does it only come in white?

I'm just saying,
she's not fooling anybody.

Well,
I think she looks beautiful.
We'll take it.

No!

I will not let you
spend money like that.

Could you give us a moment?

(SCOFFS)

CARLOS: What are you doing?

She loves the dress,
and you keep insulting it.

You just don't get it,
do you, Carlos?

This is only the beginning.

You give in to
her with this dress,
she'll bleed you dry.

Trust me, that woman
is a gold digger.

(LOW VOICE) Hit her, Carlos!
Hit her!

(CLEARS THROAT)
Mama, you know I love you.

But if you say one more
critical thing about Gabby,

don't bother
coming to our wedding.

Understood?

Well, I guess you made
your choice.

I just hope she realizes
how lucky she is.

No, I am the lucky one.

I've never met anyone like her.

And when she smiles at me,
you can't put a price on it.

So I don't care
if I have to work

20 hours a day
to keep her happy,

I'll do it.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Carlos, sweetie,
you know what would

really make this
dress pop, is...

Oh...

No, I shouldn't.

Tell me. What?

Well, it's probably
too much, but a pair
of diamond earrings?

Then our next stop
is a jewelry store.

(GIGGLES AND SQUEALS)

Hmm.

Hey. What are those stains
on the living room rug?

The green is Juanita's puke,
the yellow is Celia's puke

and the red is my Merlot.

Since when are you
drinking wine in the middle
of the afternoon?

Since the girls started
puking in the middle
of the afternoon.

(BELL CLANGING)

Your soup is coming, Juanita!

(AIR HORN BLOWS)

Yes, Celia, yours, too!
(SIGHS)

Here. My shift is over.

What? No, no, no, no, no.
I can't, Gabby. Not tonight.

Why not?
I've been with them since

they got the stupid stomach flu.

I haven't slept in four days.
I need a break, Carlos.

Tomorrow morning
10 clients from
Japan are flying in.

And in order for me
to win their giant account,

I have to wow them with
a PowerPoint presentation

that I have not
even started yet.

All I hear is,
"Blahbety blah, Japan,
blahbety blah."

I need a massage.

(BELL CLANGS)

Oh, my God, not again.

Every time a bell rings
an angel does
not get its wings.

A child almost gets hit.

It's just endless.

If something isn't
coming out of their mouths,

it's coming out of their butts.

Every opening is
on full service.

I can't do this anymore.
I'm starting to lose my mind.

Okay. Okay.

Go get your massage.
I will take care
of them tonight.

What about Japan?

This is more important.

I told you
I would always
take care of you.

(KISSES) Go.

Go get your massage.

Hey, girls, Daddy's home.
I've got your soup.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

(SING-SONG)
Surprise taco visit.

(NORMAL VOICE)
And don't get too excited,
that's not a euphemism.

Hey, babe. I'm kind of
in the middle of something.

What are you in the middle of?

Obviously not shaving
or putting on deodorant.

You look like a terrorist.

Can you please
just come back later?

Okay.

I mean, I thought it'd
be nice to have lunch
together, but fine.

I'll just leave these for you.

Mike?

Hey, Gabby.

So, Mike gets to come
visit, but not me?

Mike is just being
a friend. He gets what
I'm going through.

I did my own
little stint in rehab.
I know how hard this can be.

Right. What do I know?
I'm only his wife.

(SIGHS)

Gabby. Gabby, wait.

He's a little on
edge right now.
Cut him some slack.

Do you think I came here
to give him a hard time?

I just want to be here for him.

Well, yeah, but you being
here just reminds him

of how he's messing
everything up.

He feels like he's failing you.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

Why do you think
he's pushing you away?

He can't stand
you seeing him like this.

And, frankly, I think
he's a little scared.

Of what?

He's always provided for you.

And if you think
he can't do that anymore,

he's afraid you might leave him.

Mike was a good man.

And so are you.

You should quit your job.

What? But you said that...

I was wrong.

If being a counselor is
gonna make you happy

then that's what you should do.

MARY ALICE: As Lynette
looked at a wedding photo
of Susan and Mike,

she thought about
the tragic end
of their marriage.

And that started her
thinking about the beginning
of her own.

Oh, I got this.
No, no, no, no, no.

I got it. (CHUCKLES)

Why, because you're the guy?

No, because I asked you out.
It's only fair.

Let me get it.

No. Next time.

"Next time?"

You're asking me out
on a second date?

Absotively.

Okay, but you should know
I have a three-date rule

before I even consider
sleeping with someone.

(CHUCKLES)

For the record, I wasn't
expecting anything.

That said, if you take me
out for coffee now,

I would be willing
to consider that
a second date.

And what if after
that I offered you

half the candy bar I have
in my glove compartment?

Would that count
as a third date?

(CHUCKLES) Let's have
the coffee first and see
how it goes, shall we?

Let's get out of here.

Okay.

(CHUCKLES)
So, do we need to
tell HR about this?

Why would we?

Well, I think they want to know

when employees get
in a relationship.

Tom, you don't have to do
the whole relationship thing.

I am not one of those girls
looking for a ring,

and kids, and a house
in the suburbs.

Although I am kind of partial
to white picket fences.

You don't think
there's anybody out there

who can make you
change your mind?

Not for the next seven years.

I have this whole plan
where I become Vice President.

Of the United States?

(LAUGHS)

I meant the company,
but we'll see.

Okay, can I look now?

My back is aching,
my ankles are swollen,

and your hands
smell like cheese.

(BOTH LAUGH)

(LYNETTE GASPS)
TOM: Ta-da!

What is this?

It's your dream house.

Someone already bought it.

Yeah. I did. For you.

Ow!

What the hell is wrong with you?

You don't just
buy someone a house.

The exception to the rule
being dream houses.

No, you still should
have consulted me.

This is a decision
we're supposed

to make together and...
(GASPS) Ow!

Oh, cramp. Rub my foot.
Okay. Here, sit down.

Okay.
Sit down.

(GROANS)

Here. Right there.
Right there.
Where is it? Right there?

(SIGHS)

Come on. Admit it.
This is kind of nice.

Yeah, it's nice.

But I have certain things
I want in a home.

I know, like a tree house
for the twins to play in.

There's
the perfect tree for it.
And an herb garden.

There's a great
spot on the other
side of the house.

And of course,
your white picket fence,

just like you
always dreamed about.

Wait, I never said anything
about a white picket fence.

Sure you did, on our first date.

You said you were a sucker
for a white picket fence.

There is no way I said
that on our first date.

You did, I remember,
because as soon
as you said it,

I got this image of us
sitting on our porch,

watching our kids play
while we drink lemonade

and look out over
our white picket fence.

Yeah, this does seem
like a nice place.

I'm sorry I did
this without you.

But I knew when
I saw this house
that you would love it.

Because I know you
better than anyone.

Ow!
(CHUCKLES)

(GRUNTS)

Here. These are yours, too.

Thanks. Do you mind
if I take
the portable CD player?

The one I use while I'm cooking?

How else am I
going to play my CDs?

Yeah, sure, take it.

Great. Thanks.

How're you doing?

Great.

It's all the fun
of a garage sale,
without making any money

and only getting rid
of stuff you really like.

Why aren't you fighting harder?

It's just a CD player.

I'm talking about your marriage.

Lynette, you know me,
I hate talking
about this stuff.

But everybody on
the street knows

you and Tom are
supposed to be together.

I don't know.

At this point,
there's so many bad feelings.

I think time apart will help us.

It won't.

(SIGHS)

I've been through
this, all right?
I know how it goes.

Each of you
waiting for the other one
to admit they were wrong,

beg to be taken back.

The problem is,
the whole time
you're waiting,

you're just growing
further apart.

But you and Susan
got back together.

And I kick myself every day
for letting it take so long.

What I'm trying to say is

somebody's got to make
the first move.

I can't right now.
I'm too angry.

Well, one day you won't be.

I hope it's not too late.

For either one of you.

Don't let it bother you, honey.

What?

Tom, showing up
with his girlfriend.

That's fine.
I actually don't think

it's gonna last
that much longer.

Yeah?
Have you heard something?

No. I decided something.

MARY ALICE: Bree Van De Kamp
found herself helpless

in the face of a powerful man.

And this got her thinking

about the ways she'd handled
powerful men before,

and how she'd learned to do it.

Bree.

What are you making?

Honey pecan pie.
It's your father's favorite.

Can I help?

Pie's done.

But I can teach you
how to make whipped cream.

Of course,
there's so many things

I should probably
teach you first.

Like what?

Like how to be a woman.

That is the most
important lesson
I can pass down.

As the cream
thickens, you whip it
a little faster, okay?

Don't I become a woman
just by getting older?

Oh, no, Bree.

There are some
things you're too
young to understand,

but I think you're old enough
to learn about the mask.

The mask?

That's what my mother called it.

It's the face you wear
when you don't want

people to know
what you're feeling.

All well brought up women
conceal their emotions.

It's very useful,
especially when
dealing with men.

Why?

Well, if a man knows
what you're thinking,

it gives him power over you.

For example,
if a man knows how
much you love him,

he'll take you for granted.

He'll hurt you, carelessly,

cruelly, constantly.

Does Daddy know
that you love him?

Yes. I have told
him repeatedly

that I cannot live without him.

If you're so upset with him,
why are you making
his favorite pie?

Because after
all of these years,

I have forgotten
how to wear my mask.

So now I must do things
to distract Daddy.

Like this pie.

When I bring it out,
he'll be so excited,

he won't notice
the devastation
in my eyes.

Devastation?

It's an emotion.

The kind you might feel
when your friend calls to say

your husband's LeSabre
was seen in the parking lot
of a certain motel.

Next to his
secretary's Bonneville.

Practice your mask.

Oh, no. (CHUCKLES)

Honey, that's too much.

All you need is
the hint of a smile.

Perfect.

With an expression like that,

no one will ever know
what you're really thinking.

And I'll have power over men?

God, I hope so.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS DEEPLY)
Why are you angry?

Who says I'm angry?

After all these years,
you don't think
I can read you?

Well,
if I'm such an open book,
what am I angry about?

So you admit you're angry.

I admit no such thing.

You know,
this thing you're doing?

And what thing would that be?

You put on this plastic face

to keep me
in the dark about what
you're really feeling,

and I walk around
on eggshells for days,

not knowing which end is up.

Well, maybe I don't feel safe

sharing every single thought
and emotion I have with you.

Why, that's
a horrible thing to say.

Of course you can
feel safe with me.

I'm your husband.

I love you.

Please.

Okay.

After dessert,
you paid a certain

compliment to Gabrielle.

You've got to be kidding.

It was hurtful.

(LAUGHS)

To who?

To me.

You told her she was
the most gorgeous woman
you had ever met.

She was a model.
I don't care.

You don't say
that with your wife
standing right next to you.

I'm going to bed.

Now?

You wanted to know
what I was feeling.

I'm feeling hurt and humiliated.

And I think you're dumb
to feel those things.

Are you coming to bed?

Or are you just gonna
stay down here and pout?

Actually, I was just thinking
about my mother.

And how insightful she was.

Insightful about what?

I'll be right along.
I just want

to tidy up first.

Okay.

Oh, and Rex?

I'll be serving
Belgian waffles
for breakfast.

Wow.

They're my favorite.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

It's quite all right.

Although,
I'm still a little unclear
as to why you brought me here.

Have you ever met a man
by the name of Ramon Sanchez?

No. I don't believe
I have. Why?

He disappeared from his home
a few months ago.

And we just got
a tip that he's dead.

Oh, my.

You say you never met him?

Ramon Sanchez.
No, that name
doesn't ring a bell.

Well, you see,
because of this tip,

someone out
there is accusing you
of killing Mr. Sanchez.

Oh, good heavens.
That's just silly.

And as it happens,

Mr. Sanchez was found exactly

where the tipster
said he would be.

And was he...

Dead? Yes, ma'am.

(SIGHS) What a shame.

Because you have
been identified as
Mr. Sanchez's killer...

You had no choice but to
bring me in for questioning.
I understand.

So I have to ask you,

did you kill him?

Absolutely not.

I must say you are hard to read.

Thank you.
What a lovely compliment.

You think that's a compliment?

I was raised to be
composed at all times.

This is obviously
a very stressful situation.

I'm finding myself accused
of a horrific crime.

And the fact that
you would think that

I'm comporting myself
with a measure of
grace and dignity,

well, that's a thoughtful
thing to say.
You're very sweet.

Now, do you have
any other questions?

I hate to rush you,
but I'm late for

the funeral of
a very dear friend.

Hmm.

I can't think of a thing.

Well, it was lovely meeting you.

And I do hope you find out
what happened to Mr. Sanchez.

I'm sure we will.

See? What did I tell you?

She's something, all right.

I'm just not sure what we got
by bringing her down here.

We got her fingerprints.

MINISTER: I am
the resurrection and the life.

MARY ALICE: As Susan listened
to the kind words

the minister had
to say about Mike,

she found herself at a loss.

She knew people wanted
to hear from her,

but she had no idea
what she wanted to say.

(BOTH LAUGH)

I can't believe
you're making me do this.

Oh! Wait.

I think what you mean to say is,

"Susan, sweet, wonderful Susan.

"Thank you for marrying me
and allowing me the honor

"of carrying your
beautiful behind
inside our house."

You are so drunk right now.

No, I am not. I'm just...

Oh, I've never been
this happy in my life.

(GROANS)
I feel like I could float.

(STRAINED VOICE)
I wish you could.

Ah! (LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS) Oh!

Yeah, I'm happy, too.

That's it? "I'm happy"?

Well, that covers it.

What do you want from me?
I'm not a big word guy.

(LAUGHS) Okay, come on,
Mr. Strong and Silent.

What?

Write me a poem.

Oh, leave me
alone with this stuff.

It's my wedding night
and I want a poem.

Come on, let's go.

All I remember is this thing
from when I was a kid.

I'll take it. Give me
my poem, husband. (LAUGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

(CLEARS THROAT)

"I love you once,
I love you twice,

"I love you more
than beans and rice."

(LAUGHS) Oh!

Now that is a poem. Oh...

It's really smart
you guys are doing this.

When people die
without a will,
it can be a nightmare.

You okay, honey?

Of course I'm okay.

We're about to
talk about us dying
for the next two days.

If it makes you
feel any better,
nobody enjoys this.

I'm shocked to hear that.

You got any cancer
pamphlets in there?
In case we finish early?

Susan, come on.
This is important.

We've got the baby coming,
we've got the house...

I'm not saying
a will isn't important.

I'm saying,
it's a beautiful day,

we should take a walk
or something and deal
with this dying stuff

on a nice, dreary, rainy day.

Um...

Bathroom's right there, Bob.

I don't need to
use the bathroom.

Or maybe I do.

(SIGHS)

Okay, what is it?

(SIGHS) We're jinxing us.

By doing this,
we're telling death,
"Come on in!"

No, it's when you don't
do this that it's a jinx.

Look, I'm a plumber,
and it's always the people

that don't have
homeowner's insurance
whose toilets explode.

Is it what they eat?

Missing my point.

No, avoiding your point.
Go wash your hands.

Please? We'll do it
Saturday, I promise.

Look, I know it's tough.

But indulge me, okay?

Because if something happens,

there's nothing more
important to me than
knowing that you and you

are taken care of.

Bob, come on.

We're not paying you
to go to the bathroom.

This is what I'm talking about.

None of that Kobe beef,
arugula and goat
cheese nonsense.

Give me good old-fashioned
ground beef,

American cheese,
and iceberg lettuce any day.

Well, I'm glad you're happy.

But I am not sure
that any burger is

worth a half-hour
drive in the car.

And that's just 'cause
you haven't taken a bite yet.

Juanita said
Mrs. Van De Kamp's boyfriend
got killed by a car.

Yes. Yes, he did.

And it was an accident,
and it was very sad.

But you don't have to worry.

As long as we remember
to look both ways before
we cross the street,

that will never happen to us.

Where do we go when we die?

Well, you know, we go to heaven.

I know.
But does everyone go?

Everyone you know
will go to heaven.

What about animals?

Animals go to heaven, too.

What about bugs?

Bugs are annoying.
We don't want bugs in heaven.

What about the animals
that eat the bugs?
Won't they starve?

You're right.
There are bugs in heaven.

But if all the people
and all the animals

and all the bugs
that ever lived
go to heaven,

isn't it super crowded?

No, sweetie.
Heaven is perfect.

How is it perfect?
I mean, what's it like?

You want to jump in here?

Buddy, this is heaven.

It is?

Sure. Sitting with the people
you love more than
anything in the world,

eating a double
cheeseburger and fries,
it's gotta be heaven.

You know what else is heaven?
What?

That place we fish.

Near the waterfall?

Yep. Heaven.

And when we watch
football together

and Mom brings us
trays of snacks.

That's heaven, too?

If heaven is supposed to be
the happiest place you can be,

don't all those places
sound like it to you?

What are hamburgers made of?
'Cause I know they're not ham.

(CHUCKLES)

MINISTER: Thank you
for coming to help honor
Mike Delfino's life.

The family invites you
to join them at the cemetery.

Uh...

I changed my mind.

Hi.

(STAMMERING) I wasn't planning
to say anything because

I had absolutely
no idea what to say.

Mike and I never talked about
what he wanted for a funeral.

I think it's because...

Well, you know Mike.
He wasn't really
much of a talker.

Some of you,
as you came by
to hug me today,

you said that he's
in a better place.

And you know what?

I realize now,

he is.

He is in a diner,

eating cheeseburgers
with his family.

And he is fishing
at a waterfall.

And he's watching
football with his son,

yelling like a maniac.

So, since he has to be in

all those wonderful places,

I'm going to have to say
goodbye to him now.

Goodbye, Mike.

(SNIFFLES)

"I love you once,
I love you twice..."

Oh...

(WHISPERS) "I love you more
than beans and rice."

(RENEE SINGING HYMN)

You know what? Mike was right.

This is the best
freaking burger
I've ever had in my life.

You got that right.

Susan,
you haven't eaten a thing.
Aren't you starving?

0-5-1-6-0-2.

I just remembered,
it's Mike's password
for his voice mail.

I have to call
the cell phone company

or they're gonna charge us
for an extra month.

I can do that for you.

I will call them
first thing tomorrow morning.

MJ signed up

for pitching
for Little League this year.

Mike was supposed to teach him.

Honey, I'll send Carlos
over to coach him.

I gave him two
girls who hate sports,
so he'll be thrilled.

(VOICE BREAKING)
Mike was always checking

the tires on our
car with this thingy.

(CRYING) I don't know
where the thingy is.

I just know it was important
and it kept us safe.

Hey, hey.
Tom's still taking
care of our cars.

I'll just tell him
to add yours to his
to-do list from now on.

(SNIFFLES)

Oh...

Susan,
we are going to do everything
we can to hold you up, okay?

(SNIFFLES) Okay.

MARY ALICE: Yes, as much
as death takes from us,

it also gives.

It teaches us what's
truly important.

Like giving back after
a lifetime of taking.

Going after something
we never should
have let go of.

Or looking back
on what made us who we are.

But sometimes

the lessons learned
after a person's death

aren't the ones we expected.

Forensics says the prints
on the mug match the prints
we found on the dead guy.

Whole time she
was dating Chuck,
I never trusted her.

You think we've got enough
to arrest her?

Probably.

But let's hold off.

I want to make sure
we get enough to put this
bitch away for good.