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Previously on Desperate Housewives,
Dylan and Catherine raised their

and attracted the attention of an
unwanted admirer.

Mike made a surprising request.

Do you think you can forgive me? Which
brought Orson's guilt to the surface.

sorry, Mike.

Oh, you're sleepwalking. I'm sorry I ran
you over, Mike.

Gabby was learning to deal with Carlos
being blind. I'm sorry for what I'm

putting you through.

For anyone but you, it wouldn't be worth
it.

And Lynette worried.

Rick's voice totally went up in flames.

That jealousy could drive Tom to an act
of violence.

The thing you have to know about Lynette
Scavo is that she had always trusted

her husband, Tom.

Mostly because she could always tell
when he was lying.

Sometimes he would ask her to repeat the
question.

Did I eat your ice cream? Is that what
you're asking?

Or he would use odd words he had never
used before.

Oh, I think it looked... bippy.

Or his voice would get higher.

I guess she's pretty. I mean, I didn't
really notice.

Clearly, Tom Scavo was at a distinct
disadvantage when lying to his wife.

And on this particular morning...

That's exactly what Lynette was counting
on.

What you doing?

I am jonesing for a cup of coffee, but
this stupid burner is acting up again.

Need a little caffeine fix?

Big time.

Too much booze last night. I'm really
dragging.

The open bar is no longer your friend,
huh?

Guess not. But they were pouring top
-shelf stuff, and I couldn't resist.

Is that where you were during Bree's
acceptance speech?

Doing free shots at the bar?

Nope. I think that's when I snuck out to
the car to listen to the game.

You go alone?

Well, I would have invited Carlos,
except obviously he can't really sneak

anymore, so... Yeah.

I was thinking, if anyone asks about
that fire at Rick's, it'd be good if you

had someone to account for where you
were.

Why would it matter?

I didn't start the fire.

Right, right.

It's just, if anyone thinks you did,
it'd be handy if you could prove them

wrong, wouldn't it?

You think I did it? No!

One stupid brick, and now I'm an
arsonist? No, no, of course not. It's

the police came here to ask us about the
brick, they're probably going to ask us

about the fire, so you might want to be
ready.

As mad as I have been at Rick, I had
absolutely nothing to do with this fire.

We're fine.

Okay. Good.

Lynette Scavo had always trusted her
husband.

She had no idea that trust was about to
go up in flames.

Everyone breaks the rules now and again.

And when they do, they always have an
excuse.

Like the neighbor whose own trash was
already full.

Or the blonde who forgot to eat her
breakfast.

Or the employee who needed an advance on
his salary.

It's true.

Everyone has a reason for not following
the rules.

even the people who are meant to enforce
them.

License and registration, please.

Well, what did I do? I wasn't speeding.

There's a construction zone back there
you failed to slow down.

Are you sure? I didn't see a sign or
anything.

You want to step out of the car, please?

You're not going to give me a ticket,
are you? My mom will kill me.

Where do you go to school?

Fairview High.

Pretty necklace.

Thanks.

Listen, I'm really sorry about the
construction zone.

I would have slowed down if I had seen
the sign, I swear.

I'll tell you what.

I'll let you go with a warning. Just pay
more attention next time, okay?

Thank you. It's very nice of you. Thank
you.

Well, if you forgot something, you can
just come back for it.

Or you could just not leave.

Oh, that's so sweet. But our house is
livable again. The downstairs, anyway.

we have imposed long enough.

Besides, Mike is coming home tonight.
You're going to need the house to

yourself.

Well, before you go, I just want to say
that having you here these last

few weeks, Susan, I'm just... Going
across the street, there's no need to

like a silent movie heroine. I know.

It just... I can't stop now. I broke
this heel.

Well, um, as much as I appreciate this
naked display of emotion, you know how

this sort of thing makes me
uncomfortable.

I can't help it. My hormones are in
overdrive.

Didn't you get that way when you were
pregnant?

No. Never.

Really?

Not even when you heard an acoustic
guitar?

No. Never.

Oh, I just... I can't control myself
like that.

Oh, sure you can.

Whenever I feel my emotions getting the
best of me, I simply picture an empty

box. And I take whatever I'm feeling and
put that in the box. And then I picture

myself putting the box away in a big,
empty closet and closing the door.

Then, if I have time, I go back and open
the box and deal with the emotion in

private, like a lady.

Thanks.

I'm gonna try that.

You don't think I act like a lady?

Prove me wrong, sweetie.

Prove me wrong.

All right.

Come on.

Okay, Carlos, here's the harness.

Okay,

not too close itself.

Gabby, this is Steve. He's the head
trainer at the dog school. Nice to meet

Carlos told me how much he enjoyed
taking classes with Roxy.

Well, they make a great team.

Well, I've got a million questions about
this little lifesaver here.

Okay, shoot.

Okay, hypothetical situation.

Carlos and I are sitting on the couch.
I'm doing my nails. He's whining for the

remote. How do I get Roxy to fetch it
for him?

She's serious.

Oh. Roxy doesn't do that.

Her job is to get Carlos from point A to
point B as safely as possible.

I get that, but surely she's trained to
do other stuff.

You know, like find his keys, or turn
off the radio, or lick up his pills.

Yeah, and after that, she can go solve
crimes with Shaggy and the gang.

Don't give me your blind sarcasm. I saw
a collie on TV who could push a

lawnmower. Do you have one of those?

Gabby, Roxy's fantastic.

Really? Well, for a dog who's supposed
to help us, she sounds kind of limited.

Sorry, but it's true.

She's not here to help us. She's here to
help me. Which you would know if you

would bother to show up to the spouse's
orientation.

Well, I'm sorry. I was on my hands and
knees that day scouring the bathroom

floor because you refused to pee like a
girl.

So, any other questions?

No. It's crystal clear.

Carlos gets a new best friend and I get
to check the sofa for kicks. Yay for

Gabby!

Did I exaggerate?

Actually, you were kind.

Oh, it feels good to take a shower in my
own house.

What are you doing?

In honor of you coming home, we are
making your favorite meal, steak and

potatoes. Oh, that sounds great.

But for future reference, my favorite,
potatoes au gratin.

Since when?

Since always.

Since I was three.

You could say au gratin when you were
three?

Oh, it's fine.

Seasoned and mashed is great, too.

It's not your favorite.

What are you doing?

Excuse me. I have to put something in a
box and stick it in the closet.

Hormones.

Got it.

Pretty much anything sets her off these
days.

Which is why I haven't told her.

Told her what? Something wrong?

Well... When Bree and Orson were staying
with us, this weird thing happened.

Oh, yeah, naked Orson? I heard.

Must have been quite a show.

No, this was the next night.

He was sleepwalking, and he said
something kind of strange.

But like I said, he wasn't asleep, so
it's probably nothing.

Julie, what'd he say?

He said, I'm sorry I ran over Mike.

What? It's crazy, right?

Why would he say something like that? He
didn't even know you when that

happened. Yeah, you're right.

It's crazy.

Yeah, that's what I figured.

Okay, well, I'm going to go check on Mom
and make sure she's okay.

We don't need any more drama in this
house.

Yeah, I agree.

How's the move going?

Need an extra pair of hands?

No, thanks. We're almost done.

Okay. Well, I won't get in your way
then.

Let me just run something by you.

I got a call today from a couple who
loved our work on the Founders Ball.

Oh, how sweet. Yeah.

And they want to hire us to do their
anniversary party. Hire us? But we're

business.

It could be.

Think about it.

We do the exact same thing we did at the
ball, only this time we walk away with

a big fat check.

Catherine, need I remind you we nearly
came to blows over floral choices.

I think it's our creative friction that
makes us a great team. I think it's our

creative friction that nearly caused me
to poison you.

All right, look, Brie, I'm going to be
honest with you. With Adam out of the

house, I really need the money.

I sympathize, I do, but I have a new
baby and it's really more work than I

to take on right now.

I understand.

I guess I'll just do it myself then.

Excuse me?

Now, did you take pictures of the table
settings you designed? I'd love to get

copies. The couple raved about them.

Yeah, sure.

You know, I don't really think it's fair
that you should profit from something

that I designed.

You're right. It would only be fair if I
asked you to do this with me, which I

did, and you said no, so on we go.

I hope you don't mind if I serve you a
cinnamon apple crumble.

That is a cherished recipe from my
grandmother.

Well, now it's a cherished recipe from
Catering by Catherine.

Oh, I see what's going on here. This is
shameless, emotional blackmail.

And?

And you work beautifully.

I'm in.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. No more doggy treats.
She's had enough.

But she's been so good.

Yeah? Well, when she learns how to make
granite sparkle, she can have more.

I'm giving her a treat.

Carlos, I said no!

Fine.

One treat.

That's it. Those things are expensive.
And until your disability kicks in, we

have to tighten our belts.

So I guess that means you won't be
getting your hair done anymore.

Carlos, remember what my fingers look
like?

Just picture the middle one all by
itself.

Besides, you're the one who married me
for my look.

Well, I'm blind now. So as long as you
use deodorant, I'm good.

Do you have any idea how selfish you
sound right now?

Just because you're blind, the world
should suffer?

I'm just saying, you know, $300 visits
to Mr.

Francois... Carlos, I'm getting my hair
done. End of discussion.

What are you barking at? You got your
damn treat.

You know, if we really want to save
money, you could cut down on those Cuban

cigars. Or...

Here's a thought. You could get a job.

Why don't you get a job?

Doing what?

Put flags on pencils and sell them at
the airport.

What do I care? Just get out of my
kitchen.

Whoa.

What is this about?

I don't know. I guess she doesn't like
it when you smack me.

Oh, so now I can't hit my husband in my
own house?

Look, we can cut corners all you want,
but I'm not going to skimp when it comes

to my dog.

Roxy, come.

Welcome back.

Looking well?

Yeah, well, you know me.

Indestructible.

What are you looking for?

A hammer.

We're putting some of the pictures back
up.

That's it?

Thanks, buddy.

You got a minute?

Uh, actually, Bree's waiting.

Waiting for me.

You said something to Julie.

When you were sleepwalking.

I did?

Yeah. And I need you to clear it up.

Are you the guy that ran me over?

Mike.

No way.

That mutt is not sleeping in our bed.

She's clean.

It's okay.

No. No, it's not. I read the pamphlet
Steve left. These dogs are not allowed

furniture. I know. I just think it's
good for a dog to sleep with its master.

helps us bond.

Well, if you ever want to bond with my
boobs again, you'll get her off.

You're being selfish.

We can put her at the foot of the bed.

Carlos, no!

She doesn't like it when you yell at me,
remember?

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

Let me try it this way.

You listen to me, you blind son of a
bitch.

If you don't get this mangy, six
-nippled Cujo wannabe off my satin

won't just need a dog to get around.

You'll need a motorized wheelchair that
you steer with your tongue.

Really?

Carlos, I mean it.

Who's it gonna be?

Me or the dog?

Maternity lingerie.

Yeah, right.

Won't they just call it what it really
is, a pup tent to hide your stretch

marks?

Actually, if it's okay, I'm really not
in the mood right now. I'm sorry.

I understand.

Thanks.

I just don't want to be crushed under
the weight of a repulsive cow.

That is not it.

No, I get it.

Really, I knew this day was coming. I
just didn't know it would be a day when

was so horny.

Honey, I still...

I find you incredibly sexy.

It's me.

I just got a lot on my mind right now.

What's going on?

I found out something today.

I didn't want to tell you, but... Well,
you can tell me anything.

We talked about it in all the sessions
with the doctor.

But if I tell you, you have to promise
to let me handle this my own way.

What on earth?

You are never to come near my family
ever again.

Do you understand?

What are you talking about?

Do you hear me, Orson?

Damn it. Who's that? I told you to let
me handle this.

Just let me tell me what's going on. So
you don't know that your husband tried

to kill Mike?

What? Look, I explained it to Mike. I
panicked. I was trying... Trying to

protect your mother? I know. Who cares?
You drove the car. You ran him over. And

you left him for dead.

Susan, let's go.

And the worst part, all this time you
pretended to be our friend.

If there was one thing Gabrielle Solis
would not tolerate, it was a rifle.

Whether she walked on two legs or four.

So when Gabrielle crept into her bedroom
that morning, she'd made up her mind.

The bits had to go.

Roxy, look what I've got.

Hey, let's go.

Let's go in.

Hey there,

Dylan.

Don't you remember me? I'm the cop who
didn't give you a ticket yesterday.

Um, yeah, I remember.

Would it be okay if I sat down?

I just want to have a little chat with
you.

Why?

Don't worry, you're not in trouble.

Actually, I can't stay. I'm meeting my
friend Julie at the mall. Look, I'm not

trying to scare you. I just want to
talk.

Talk about what?

How's your mom doing?

You know my mom?

Oh, yeah?

Look, a couple of days ago, I saw a
picture of you and Kathy in the paper,

did a background check, and I found out
that you're living back at your aunt's

place.

When you left yesterday, I was parked
down the street.

You followed me?

So when you pulled me over... I lied to
you.

You weren't speeding.

I'm sorry.

I just had to meet you.

Who are you?

I'm Wayne Davis.

I'm your father.

Uh, Mrs. Lee?

What are you doing here?

Hi, uh, I'm bringing Roxy back.

Uh, what?

Shame, isn't it? I mean, I personally
adored this.

Little Angel, but she and Carlos just
did not get along.

Really? Well, sorry it didn't work out.
I gotta run.

Um, tell Carlos I'll call him about
another dog.

Oh, well, actually, we found one.

From where?

We're the only guide dog school in the
area.

Well, that's it.

It's not a dog.

We got him a seeing -eye monkey.

He's amazing.

Not only can he call 911, he can toast a
bagel.

Hi.

Roxy? What the heck happened back there?

Roxy!

Roxy! Roxy, stop!

Gabby! Where were you? Where's Roxy?

Oh, Carlos, I'm afraid I have some bad
news. What? What happened?

Well, you know how you like it when I
read you the box scores?

When I went out to get the paper, only
thinking of making you happy. Gabby,

where's my dog?

She ran away.

When I opened the door, she saw a
squirrel and she took off.

She's gone? You've got to go find her.
Where do you think I've been? There's no

sign of her anywhere.

Yeah, I'm sure you looked really, really
hard.

How dare you? I have looked from one end
of town to the other. And I'm telling

you, she's nowhere to be found.

But since you love her so much, I'm
going to keep looking.

Was that Roxy?

I'm not sure. Why don't I go look?

Oh, no. Oh, wow, it's the scoffle dog.

Way down in their yard.

I guess it's true.

Lose one sense, all the others get
heightened.

Okay, you get that. I'm going to go find
your dog.

Come on, you mutt.

Gabby, you still here?

Yeah, still no sign of Roxy.

But don't worry, I'm on the case.

Hey, that was Steve.

From the guide dog place?

You want a piece of pie or something?

Yeah, I'm not hungry either.

I don't know what to say to you.

You don't have to say anything.

I'm having a good time just looking at
you.

You have my nose.

Bet you didn't know that, right?

My mom says we left because he used to
beat her.

Is that true?

Yeah, I hit her a couple times.

So you admit it?

What, did you think I was going to lie
and tell you that I was a great husband?

Because I wasn't. But you've got to
know, there's two sides to every story.

I swear to God, your mom gave.

As good as she got.

I mean, you believe me, right?

I don't know.

You know what?

This isn't a fake. I should go.

Go? We just got here.

Look, I didn't track you down to cause
any problems. I only wanted to make sure

that your mom raised you properly. And
now I see that she did. And you're...

You're spectacular.

That's what I needed.

To know that you're okay and that a
little part of you looks just like me.

How can you just walk away?

Because I'm not the same jerk I used to
be.

Sure, I'd like to have a relationship
with you, but if your mom is still

of me after all these years, I... No.

I don't want to upset her again.

I don't have to tell her.

What?

She doesn't have to know that I saw you.

Oh, I... I don't know about that.

It's just that I have so many questions,
and... I don't think we'd be hurting

anybody if we just sat and talked for a
while.

And we keep this from your mom?

Darling, bring me back that dessert
menu.

I want to have a slice of pie with my
daughter.

I think we might be out of candle.

I don't think they're checking under the
bar.

Rick?

How's it going?

How's it going?

It's going pretty bad.

I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. Sorry for
your troubles.

Oh, that's touching, man.

Thanks.

So, did you just come here to bust my
hump, or is there something I can help

with? Actually, you can help me.

You can help me figure out what the hell
these were doing by the back door of my

torched restaurant.

That's how you're going to play this?

Uh, no candles here. I'm going to go
check in the back.

Great.

Look, I can see you're upset now.

But I'm not the guy you're looking for.

You know, I respect you.

Hey, Andrew, what do you need?

I'm looking for a candle, and that guy
Rick's here.

You okay?

Yeah.

grilling my husband.

It won't be much longer, ma 'am.

In

spite

of everything that's happened, it's
really good to see you again.

Makes me realize how much I miss you.

On questioning my husband about a crime
he didn't commit, you should at least

have all the facts.

Okay. You've got my attention?

Well, for starters, Mr.

Coletti opened his restaurant to get
back at me because I wouldn't have an

affair with him. Honey. Oh, so you're
saying your husband had two motives for

setting the fire?

No. I am saying that if anyone had an
axe to grind, it's Rick.

Maybe he set the fire himself so he
could blame my husband.

I was at the gym. You can call my
trainer.

And Tom was at the Founders Ball with
me.

We have witnesses that say he
disappeared for a while. I told you I

car listening to the basketball games.

That's true. I saw him.

I was mad that he ditched me, so I went
to drag his ass back inside. But when I

saw him shouting at the radio, I
decided, I'll just wait and make his

miserable when we get home. So, unless
there's a law against choosing LeBron

James over your wife, I think we're done
here.

So that's it.

You're just going to let him go?

We don't have enough evidence to hold
him, sir.

Because his wife provided him an alibi.

Come on, man.

Rick, look.

You know me.

If Tom had done something like this, do
you really think I would protect him?

You know, you didn't have to make up
that story for me.

Didn't I? Because it kind of seemed like
the hedge against the rope's in there.

Well, that would only be a problem if I
were guilty, and clearly I'm not, right?

God, you don't believe me, do you?

Sure I do. It must have been some other
random maniac with a grudge against Rick

who burned down his restaurant. So
you're calling me a liar. That's what

doing. You're saying I lied. Well, it
wouldn't be the first time you lied

the brick, and you were pretty smooth,
too. Hell, I bought it. Yeah, just like

bought your story about never sleeping
with Rick.

Excuse me? Oh, look at me, Rick.

You know me, Rick. Okay.

I don't like telling you guys to get a
room. Okay, you are angry, so I'm going

to let that one pass. And I'm going to
say this for the very last time.

Nothing happened between me and Rick.

Okay.

I didn't set that fire.

You see, I can talk slow, too.

Carlos asked me to pick up some doggy
treats for Roxy.

He called you?

Why didn't he ask me?

Oh, I think you were busy at the time,
kidnapping his guide dog.

Classy, by the way.

Don't judge me. You don't know this
hound from hell. I raise my voice a

bit and she barks. Or I give Carlos a
little smack and she growls.

Well, I have an idea. Why don't you not
do those things?

Thanks for the biscuit, sweetie.

No, I'm serious.

There was always a certain...

Sick charm to the way you used to abuse
Carlos. But now that he's blind, it's

just sick.

We're fine. This is who we are. This is
our relationship.

Well, your relationship has to change,
Gabby, because he's changed.

Not that much. Just his eyes.

No. I know Carlos. He's proud.

He's going to pretend that he can still
go toe -to -toe with you, that he was

the same man that he always was.

But he's not.

And he will never admit that.

Are you done with your armchair analysis
through divorce, Annie?

Sure.

But if you're not going to treat Carlos
right, there are plenty of other women

out there who will.

I think I proved that.

Would you come inside?

I can't come out my front door every day
and see that man.

We have to move.

Oh, Susan.

I know this is difficult, but before you
start putting up for sale signs, let's

just take a step back.

Take a step back from what? He tried to
murder you.

You know what Orson did was horrible,
but I've decided to forgive him.

How can you do that?

He put you in a coma.

sat there day after day wondering if you
were going to live. As far as I'm

concerned, Orson can go to hell.

I've talked to him. Trust me.

He's already been there.

Well, that's not enough.

He should pay for what he did. He should
go to prison.

And what? Leave Bree without a husband?

And Benjamin without a dad? You don't
want that.

I've done some pretty horrible things in
my life.

But you forgave me.

Because you knew how much I regretted
him.

I really believe he's sorry for what he
did.

So now I have to forgive him.

I just got to.

But... I also understand if you can't.

You guys know you're not supposed to be
out of bed.

How come Daddy's sleeping on the couch
again?

Come here.

Come on.

Okay.

Mommy and Daddy are sort of fighting,
but we're working through it.

What are you fighting about?

Oh, something he did that made Mommy
really mad.

He talked to you about something.

Yes, of course.

The other day at the pizza place, we
heard Daddy say that man wanted to take

away from us.

Oh, sweetie, I am so sorry.

I bet that really scared you, didn't it?

Yeah.

So when you went to that party, we got
on our bikes and rode down to his

restaurant.

You did what?

We just wanted him to go away.

That's why we set the fire.

So please don't be mad at Daddy.

Oh, my God.

Mike says I need to forgive Orson.

And he's right.

I have to find a way to make peace with
all this.

But you need to understand it's going to
be one of the hardest things I've ever

done.

And like most things in my life, I
probably won't do it with much elegance

grace.

So if I don't come over to your house
for coffee, if I don't smile when the

of you walk by, just... please know that
I still love you.

And as for forgiving Orson, just be
patient.

I'll get there.

I came on the menu for the event that
Brie and I are catering. I have to stop

now to pick up the invitations with the
printers before they close.

I can do that for you.

Okay, sweetie.

No, I want to.

Maybe I could pick up some dinner for us
on the way back.

You know, Mrs. Hoskins' daughter became
nice like this one.

Right before she brought home a boy
named Flash.

I'm being nice because I've been a pain
lately.

With Adam gone, we need to be a team.

Just up now.

What?

It's just... It's like you've turned
into this lovely young woman.

Well, I wasn't looking.

We have to stop at the printer on the
way to dinner.

Whatever you say, sweetheart.

The truth is, everyone breaks the rules
now and then.

never thinking for one second they might
get caught.

But if they do, they simply ask

for forgiveness.

And most of the time, they receive it.

are so wicked they demand only our
condemnation.

How do people avoid such a fate?

Well, the trick is knowing which rules
are made to be broken and

which rules are not.