All language subtitles for Desperate.Housewives.S04E11.Sunday.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD5.1.H265-SiGMA

Previously on Desperate Housewives, Bree
moved in. You can stay as long as you

want. Mike went to rehab. I'll fix this.

Carla faced a permanent illness.

She's not going to leave you because you
lost your sight. You don't know, Gabby.

Dylan had questions about her father.

The only thing you need to know about
that man is he was a monster. Why would

you not tell me that?

And Adam uncovered a secret.

You told me it was all his fault. Now I
find out it was yours.

That one person with...

He hadn't.

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

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

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

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

And the first time, he had hit her.

She thought of how sincerely he
apologized, and how meaningless his

were, and how she finally decided to hit
back.

These were the thoughts going through
Catherine's mind when her friends and

neighbors arrived, bearing gifts.

Well, hello there.

What's all this? We brought you muffins.
And jam.

Okay, what's the occasion?

Well, we heard you were having a rough
time.

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

Ah, so word is out that Adams left me,
and you thought that muffins and jam

would help me pick up the pieces.

The jam was Bree's idea.

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

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

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

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

No, we came here. We wanted to help you
to fix you lunch or clean your house.

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

I'm fine, surely.

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

I told them you weren't into jam.

Susan!

to pry, but given what I know about you
and Adam, I'm surprised he was the one

to do the leaving.

Well, Brie, the truth is... I really
don't want to talk about it.

I understand.

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

You've got to let them out.

Yes, Catherine Mayfair was not a woman
who liked to relive the past.

But lately, her life had begun to
unravel.

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

And especially, the ones she had buried.

It happened once a week on Wisteria
Lane, like clockwork.

The faithful would emerge from their
homes in their Sunday best with their

family Bible and their rosary beads.

And they would head off to their various
houses of worship, passing by a certain

non -believer who had never taken an
interest in their ritual.

But on this day, Lynette Gavo, for the
first time in her life, was struck by

something.

Something he would later think of as
divine inspiration.

We should go to church.

What? Why? What did we do?

That's just... We've been through a lot
lately, and we have a lot to be

thankful for.

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

Fine, fine. We'll go to church.

Next week.

I'm serious.

What's the rush? God will still be there
next Sunday. The Pistons, on the other

hand, they lose today, they're gone for
good.

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

Pistons have no defense?

Okay, look.

You didn't grow up going to church.

I did. My parents drag me to St.
Anthony's every Sunday.

I've done my time.

Well, I haven't.

I have some questions I would like
answered.

And I don't know anything about God or
Jesus.

And our kids don't either.

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

Yeah, I know about Jesus.

See?

You're the guy who helped out Santa
Claus.

Get dressed, kids.

We're going to church.

Orson, I don't want to be late.

Services don't start till 10 .30.

Yes, but I'm sure Edna Fletcher has been
there since nine, kissing him forever

in sight.

Is this about the lady's auxiliary
again? Damn right.

Free, please, such language on a Sunday?
I'm sorry, but I have to make sure that

he doesn't let her tear that committee.
Well, how could he? You plan every

pancake breakfast, you organize every
bake sale, you'd be a saint if our

believed in that sort of hogwash.
Exactly, and all the while, where was

Lounging around in Zimbabwe in the Peace
Corps. She won't let any of us forget

it. Well, I wouldn't worry.

Edna's curing the village of dysentery
story.

Long since lost its novelty.

Oh, Lynette.

Hi, you look pretty. What are you all
dressed up for?

Well, I decided I should go to church
today.

Yeah, Tom said the same thing. Anyway,
since you're the most religious person I

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

I would love that. We're leaving right
now. You can follow us.

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

You know, he was raised Catholic.

Oh, don't go Catholic.

All that standing and kneeling and
genuflecting. I go for worship, not a

workout. Not to mention the incense,
which smells good at first, until you

your breakfast coming back up.

Okay.

Well, I'll be right back.

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

By the way, what am I now?

Presbyterian.

Thank you.

Thank you for coming.

Oh, shoot.

I'm at mass?

Is it at nine?

Yes, Gabrielle. Nine o 'clock mass is
still at nine o 'clock.

Oh, that's good to know.

Father, can I talk to you?

Of course. I've actually been expecting
you to come by.

Why?

Well, I thought you might need some
comforting after your husband's death.

Oh, that.

Yeah, I was a little blue.

But the good news is I found you back.

Really? Okay, this may come as a little
shock to you, but guess who's getting

married again?

And I was thinking maybe you could
perform the ceremony.

Did you say good for you?

Victor's only been dead two weeks.

Yeah, I know.

But I'm no good single.

Honestly, I don't know how you do it.

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

No, no, no, no, it's Carlos.

Carlos? I didn't know you two were even
speaking.

Oh, yeah.

We bumped into each other a few months
ago, and we just fell in love all over

again. A few months ago?

But you were married six months ago.

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

Oh, Gabrielle.

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

Technically, the affair was with Victor.

And God smoked him.

So we're good?

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

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

Fine. As long as you promise to stay
married to Carlos for the rest of your

life.

Absolutely.

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

Thank you.

This is good.

Accountants always appreciate it when
people take the time to develop a

sophisticated filing system.

Are you always this sarcastic with your
clients?

Nope. Just my favorite cousin.

I so appreciate you helping us out.

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

Getting better.

Mom told me.

Besides, I'm happy to have the work.

Yeah, I was sorry to hear about your
job.

You know, ever since NAFTA, corporate
outsourcing has been the bane of the

American worker.

I heard somebody say that on NPR, and I
just keep repeating it to people.

Actually, I wish I could blame losing my
job on NAFTA, but it really has more to

do with Chloe, my boss' daughter.

Oh, Tim.

I don't know why he got so mad. I mean,
she was 18.

Okay, so back to the easy piece. What is
it about a girl in a cheerleader

outfit?

Done catching up. All about accounting
now.

Come on, Susan. You're acting like I'm
some sort of creep. No, I know you're

not. I mean, 18's legal.

I checked with a lawyer before I did
anything.

Please receive yourself explanatory. I
don't even know why I'm here.

This is the nourishment each soul
requires to go from acorn to oak.

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

God's love for us is as sure as the
sunlight.

And that it is always shining. We only
need see it.

Amen? Amen. Now, if you'll take out your
hymnals and turn to page 335.

What are you doing?

I've got a question about a sermon.
What?

No, put your hand down. It'll just take
a second. Lynette, please, we don't do

that here.

Uh, yes, can I help you?

Hi.

I'm Lynette Scavo. I'm a friend of Brie
Hodge. And your sermon was lovely.

Especially the part about the trees.

Thank you.

But here's where you lost me.

God's love is as sure as the sunlight.

Yes, absolutely.

There, you have your answer. The reason
I ask is there are wars all over the

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

shooting children. So I'm thinking,
God's love?

Not so sure.

Did she just say dumbass?

Ah, the eternal question.

Why do bad things happen to good people?
What you have to remember is God gave

us free will.

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

Oh, Lord.

Yes, Lynette.

Okay, I'll give you that one. But what
about the tornado that just happened?

can't blame man for that. Get the keys
ready. We'll slip out the back.

You bring up a big theological issue,
one that deserves a lot more time to

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

We can discuss it then.

Well, sure.

I'm easy, thanks.

Catherine, Dylan, hi.

What's up?

Julie and I have a steady date.

And my mom wants to apologize for being
rude.

Again.

Is this about the other day?

Yeah. We were just trying to help and...

I shouldn't have reacted the way I did.

Oh, please.

After what you've been through, no one
is judging. Come on in.

I'll put on some coffee.

Oh, um, this is my cousin Tim.

Tim, this is the neighbors.

Mrs. Davis?

Davis? Nobody's called me that in years.

Do we know each other?

Oh, of course you do. That's right.

This is my cousin Timmy.

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

Oh!

I remember. Gosh, you're all grown up.
Nice to see you again. You too.

Hold it. Is this little Dylan?

Can you believe it?

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

How old are you now? I turn 18 next
week.

Really?

18?

I'm sorry. That was probably a little
louder than it needed to be.

Edie, is that you?

Oh, my God.

You knew it was me just from the sound
of my footsteps?

No, from your perfume.

I smelled it the moment you hit the
parking lot.

Look, there's no reason to be pithy.

I'm here to do something nice.

Really? I feel...

bad about the whole losing all of your
money thing even though we know tornado

clearly not my fault um anyway i i
thought maybe this

would help

it's a diamond bracelet you gave me

it must be worth thousands of dollars do
you think you still have the receipt

for it uh i think i threw it out oh
Well, you said it was from Cartier,

I'm sure they have some sort of record.

Carlos? Actually, the box was from
Cartier. The bracelet's from a swap

Hold it.

Are you saying that those diamonds were
cubic zirconias?

If we're lucky.

You son of a bitch.

I gave you my heart.

And all you could give me was fake
jewelry?

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

I just spat on one of your jello cubes.

Happy hunting.

Hey, you.

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

have a two -word sentence I'd like to
say to him, and there's a hand gesture

that goes along with it.

I don't know.

Mr. Solis' condition is very serious.

Serious? What's wrong?

Well, you know, you should really talk
to the doctor about this. I don't even

think his girlfriend knows.

You mean Gabby?

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

Oh, please don't tell me that's your
lunch.

Yeah, I'm sort of on a budget.

No, no, no.

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

Now, I know of this great little French
bistro. It's a perfect place for lunch.

And conversation.

Your father was murdered.

Wow.

I know.

Are you sure your aunt knew what she was
writing?

She was pretty thick.

No, she had it together.

Even on that last day.

I remember Aunt Lily really wanted to
tell me something, and then my mom just

came in and stopped her.

Does your mom know you found this? No.

And I'm not going to tell her either.
Why give her another chance to lie to

That's why I'm going to Adam.

I can trust him to tell me the truth.

I just don't get it.

I mean, why would your mom lie about
your dad being murdered?

Are you serious?

Julie.

She's the one who killed him.

Hey, babe.

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

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

you were about to... I have a priest
with me.

Priest?

What, is it something the doctors aren't
telling me?

No, no, no.

I wanted it to be a surprise, but we're
getting married.

Father, hit it.

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

Gabby, what's the rush?

I don't know. Just after everything
we've been through, there's nothing in

way now.

We can finally be together.

I really need that.

I need a happy ending, Carlo.

So what do you say?

Will you marry me?

Okay.

Holy matrimony.

Bring it on. Gabby, before we get
started, there's something that I need

you.

In private.

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

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

Okay.

The doctor says I might not get my sight
back.

For three months.

Four. Top.

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

Wow.

A really long time.

But for better or worse, right?

Right.

Okay, Padre.

We're ready.

I'll take it from the top.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in
the sight of God to join this man and

this woman in the holy sacrament of
matrimony.

You're out of milk.

You want me to pick some up?

No, it's okay. Come wait.

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

Oh, I thought you didn't want any. I'm
having a baby. I can't give birth with

brittle bones. Go!

Bye.

Hey, church buddy.

Look what I got.

Wow, you bought a Bible. Yeah, and I'm
breaking her in tonight.

Nothing like that new Bible smell.

Oh, so you're coming to Bible study.

Yeah. And I hope the reverend's ready,
because he's got about a zillion

questions for him.

Lynette, I realize you don't have much
experience with churches, but this

isn't your fault.

What isn't my fault?

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

we don't really do that.

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

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

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

questions are answered, and no one is
humiliated.

I'm sorry.

Did I embarrass you on Sunday?

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

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

Well, then maybe you should explore
other options. I mean, if you really

talking back to the pulpit, why don't
you try that gospel church by the

Okay.

Or us, the Unitarians. From what I hear,
those folks are anything goes.

Hey, Adam, it's Dylan.

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

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

Mom threw it in the fireplace, but... I
fished it out, and I have to talk to

you. Call me on my cell, not at home,
because I... She doesn't know anything.

Can you hear it in her voice?

But she's got the note.

Maybe a few burnt pieces.

Trust me, I'll keep gutter questions.

Well, I could, um, refuse to see her.

Yeah, because that won't arouse her
suspicion.

No.

You are going to ask her to come here,
and then you're going to find out

what she knows.

what she doesn't.

After all these years, maybe it would be
easier just to finally tell her the

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

She wouldn't call the police.

Seriously, I think you two have a great
relationship.

Then you have not been paying attention.

Give me a chance to get home, then call
her and set up a time for you two to

meet. Okay.

When you called me tonight, I was half
hoping you missed me.

Really?

I miss you.

I'm terribly lonely.

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

Is there any chance we could get past
this and you could come back home?

I will talk to Dylan.

I will provide you one last alibi.

After that, I'm done.

You guys out of here?

Yes, I'm going to run some errands, and
Orson's going to take Benjamin to the

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

You know how much Benjamin loves
Matisse.

Benjamin doesn't love Matisse. He loves
purple.

Please stop trying to turn our son into
an intellectual.

If you saw how her first tooth turned
out, you'd understand

how important it is for me to fight the
Van de Kamp DNA.

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

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

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

You want to come over?

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

I guess this means you win.

Oh, Evie, it wasn't a competition.

But yeah, I guess I did.

Yeah, but I think it's all for the best.

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

Hero? Why am I a hero?

Committing your life to a man who's
blind?

My God, you're going to have to do
everything for him.

Dress him, shave him, lead him to the
bathroom, pray that his aim is halfway

decent. Not a big deal.

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

Four tops.

Is that what he told you?

You poor gullible fool.

What are you talking about?

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

that his condition is... Oh, what's the
word? Oh, yeah.

Permanent.

I don't believe you. Call the doctor if
you'd like. And apparently he was

begging Carlos to tell you.

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

Look on the bright side. Women who are
married to blind guys don't have to

about makeup or getting fat.

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

Okay, I'm calling Dr. Dunlap.

You do that.

Oh, and by the way, congrats on your big
win.

So, how's your occupational therapy
going?

Do they still have you scrubbing pots in
the kitchen?

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

scrubbing toilets.

Hmm. Well, maybe you won't mind doing a
little scrubbing when you come home next

week. Actually, the doctors kind of
frown on that. They encourage us to

that sort of stuff behind.

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

making me want to use, Susan.

This junkie thing's awesome.

Oh, I forgot.

Tim has some questions about the taxes.
Do you mind talking to him? I don't

mind.

Though I can't believe you'd have any
trouble with your cookie tin filing

system.

Hello?

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

Uh, can I do that later? I'm sort of
taking a nap.

What was that? Is someone there?

What? No!

No, uh, no one's here.

Really? Because it sounded like a girl.

No, uh, it was just the TV.

I thought you were taking a nap.

The TV helps me sleep.

Tell Mike I'll call him later.

I've got to go.

What? You just got here.

I know, but this visit was really more
for Julie.

For me?

Yeah. You're going to college soon, and
I want him to tell you about the dangers

of drugs.

Stare her straight, Mike.

Yes, sweetheart.

I'm in the kitchen making dinner.

Smells good.

It's a new recipe for beef stew.

I think you're going to love it.

Why don't we let that simmer? During my
nap, I had the filthiest little dream.

I was kind of hoping maybe we could...
Skip straight to dessert?

Yeah.

What do you say?

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

I've already slipped into my pink lace
teddy and I'm wearing those hoary pumps

that you love. I like that image.

Where are you?

I'm right here, babe.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I forgot that was open.

Let's do it over here on the table.

Give me a hand.

I can't. My legs are in the air.

Just follow the sound of my voice.

There you go.

Come over here, sweetie.

Son of a bitch!

Oh, I meant to move that.

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

Here,

let's go do it over here.

Ah, damn it! What the hell is going on?

I'll tell you what's going on. In three
months, four tops.

Uh -oh. Uh -oh is right, you blind
bastard.

All right, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have
lied. Oh, no, no. I think it was a

fantastic plan.

I mean, there's no way I ever would have
figured out that I was married to a

permanently blind guy.

No! All right, I just thought that by
the time you did, you'd be used to the

idea and maybe then you wouldn't leave
me.

Leave you?

Do you really think I'm that shallow?

Gabby, I'm poor.

and I am blind, and let's face it, there
is nothing about that that is your

type. Wow, thanks for the vote of
confidence.

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

If you just had a little faith in me, I
could have proven to you that I was up

for the challenge, but you robbed me of
that chance. I'm sorry.

Good.

To avoid future confusion, I love you.

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

Gabby, this is not going to be easy.

I know.

Like I said, for better or for worse.

Think you can forgive me?

I'll work on it.

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

I finished your taxes.

What the hell is going on here?

I'm so sorry.

No, Catherine, I know what you've been
going through emotionally, so you don't

have to apologize. And by the way, your
boob is out.

Oh.

You, on the other hand. I know, I know.
I don't understand you. Is this

something you do? You worm your way into
a neighborhood with the promise of free

tax preparation and then you jump on the
nearest middle -aged divorcee? Hey!

It's not like that. She came over for
some drinks and we got to talking and

started reminiscing and all these old
feelings came rushing back.

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

Shame on you.

Shame.

You mean old feelings.

Do we really need to get into this?

What do you have to reminisce about?

He was here for a week when he was 16.

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

Okay, before you get some sordid image
in your head... She took my virginity.

you have to say it like that?

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

Shame on you.

His mother trusted me to take care of
him, and you swoop in like some swooping

sex... Oh, for God's sake, Tim, pull up
the blanket. You can't blame it on

Catherine. I knew exactly what I was
doing. I don't want to hear this.

I'm done with both of you. If anybody
needs me, I'll be at the mall buying

sheets.

Good morning.

Oh,

good morning, Reverend. I brought your
favorite blueberry scone.

Thank you, Bree.

By the way, I'm sorry I've taken so long
to make a decision about the ladies'

auxiliary. Oh, is that happening now?
I'd forgotten all about it.

So is your delightful neighbor coming,
the one with all the questions?

Delightful? I thought she annoyed you.

No, I found her refreshing.

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

It's a place for questions.

You don't say that.

I've never heard you say that, not once.

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

New members are crucial to the health of
this church. I won't forget you brought

them. Or these.

Thank you, Reverend, and I'm sure
that...

Scavos will be here soon.

Why did you just say that? You know very
well they went to Catholic church.

Which is just down the street.

I'll be right back.

Fuck you.

Lynette.

What are you doing here? I was going to
ask the same of you. Why are you in a

Catholic church?

Because we're Catholic. Oh, please.

Mowing your lawn in a Notre Dame
sweatshirt doesn't make you Catholic.

You're a Presbyterian now.

Come on. Let's go.

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

I meant samples, like a buffet.

You take a little bite of everything,
and then you sit down for the main

which is across the street at the
Presbyterian Church.

No. I just put ten bucks on the
collection plate, and I'm going to get

money's worth.

Is there a problem?

No. No problem. Just...

Welcome to my friend.

She's trying to poach her.

I am not.

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

wandered into the wrong church.

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

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

Would I please?

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

Okay. What gives?

Well, I went to service this morning
and...

It's just not the same without you.

Bree.

And I am up for the head of the ladies'
auxiliary.

And Reverend Sykes was so impressed that
I brought a new family into church. So,

if you don't come back, then... Oh, then
you won't get what you want?

Well, yes.

Well, forget it.

Let someone else help you with your
power grab.

Lynette! You were the one who came to
me. You sought me out. Yes.

And do you know why?

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

You had an actual relationship with God.

At least, that's what I thought.

Because I have had a rough few months.

Okay? But I know you've had rough times,
too, and I always assumed that your

faith had helped you get through them.

I envied you that, to be honest.

It did.

It did help me.

Really?

Okay. How?

It just did.

Well, that's not a good answer.

I have been through cancer and a
tornado, and I don't know why I survived

many other people didn't.

I don't understand.

And I need to.

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

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

Hey, Minette.

Hi there.

Just wanted to tell you that I'm out of
the running for the lady's auxiliary.

I told Reverend Sykes to give it to Edna
Fletcher.

She was in the Peace Corps, you know.

Huh. That's nice of you.

I suppose.

Just wanted to let you know that.

And also to apologize.

You don't have to do that.

Yes, I do. You were right.

Faith shouldn't be blind. You don't
threaten it by asking questions. You

stronger, and I lost sight of that.

Well, maybe a little.

And it meant a lot that you came to me
for guidance, and I'm sorry that I

there for you.

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

Wow.

There's some things that are easy to
believe in.

How's Catholicism going, by the way?

Eh.

Well, if you ever want to try us again.

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

They're the only ones who don't judge me
for having so many kids.

Hey.

Hey.

Okay, so I have to ask, this thing that
happened with you and Catherine 12 years

ago, was it an ongoing affair?

No. No, it was just the one time.

And I think she felt pretty guilty about
it afterwards. She told me not to come

around anymore.

So you didn't go back?

It's weird. I tried to.

It was the last night of my visit.

I thought if I brought her some flowers,
maybe I could get something going, you

know?

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

I went around to the window just to get
a look at what was going on.

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

I was about to rush in and help her when
I saw Catherine pick up this

candlestick and just wail on him.

He went down pretty hard.

Catherine was just standing over him
with this look in her eyes that scared

hell out of me.

So I got out of there.

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

So, this man, who do you think it was?

Don't know.

I sort of got the impression he was her
ex -husband.

Did she ever talk about him?

Not really.

Have you seen him lately?

Ever since I can remember, I've had this
feeling that something's not right.

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

People telling me I forgot things that I
know I would have remembered.

And now finally, I find a sentence on a
piece of paper that could explain all of

it and prove that I'm not crazy.

And the best that you can come up with
is that Aunt Lily was losing it and she

didn't know what she was writing.

I need the truth, Adam.

Please.

Please.

The truth, Dylan, is that your

mother didn't kill your father.

And she loves you more than you will
ever know.

Faith is a belief in

something that cannot be proven.

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

We believe the promises of the woman.

who shares our bed.

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

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

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

fear rushes in to take its place.