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Previously on Desperate Housewives, a word of warning led to an escape,
a daughter's words led to her departure,
and a father's revelation led to
extreme retribution.
I'm Wayne Davis, and we're about to have some fun.
It had been 14 years since Catherine Mayfair had been in a police station.
But she remembered the conversation like it was yesterday.
Would you like some water, honey?
Thanks.
So, I take it this isn't the first time your husband's hit you?
He keeps promising to stop, but it just gets worse.
And I'm afraid he's going to do something to my daughter.
Please, you have to help me.
Have you reported him before?
What? But when I called, they said they couldn't find the paperwork.
Oh. Your husband's Wayne Davis.
One of our patrolmen.
Want some advice?
Wayne's got a lot of friends around here.
Of course, you can press charges, but... I can't guarantee that one of his
friends won't lose the paperwork again.
Then what should I do?
Get as much money as you can lay your hands on.
Grab your daughter.
And run.
And so she did.
To a place she thought would be safe.
Mrs. Mayfair?
I'm Detective Romslow. Can I help you?
Why exactly would you think that Dr. Mayfair was kidnapped?
No one in the school parking lot heard or saw anything suspicious.
That's because the man responsible for this, my ex, knows a little something
about how to commit a crime.
He's a cop.
What's his name?
Wayne Davis.
What?
Well, it's just, uh...
I know Wayne.
We've hung out together.
He's a hell of a golfer.
Well, believe me when I tell you it wasn't a hell of a husband.
Is that what this is about? Some payback for an ancient domestic dispute?
Please, you have to do something.
Because once Wayne is done with Adam, he's going to come after me.
And this time he's going to kill me. I know it.
I'll look into it.
You were just, uh...
Fill out this paperwork.
In that moment, Catherine knew exactly what she had to do.
Again. Mom, stop. You're not making any sense.
That's fine.
Wayne is coming. He took Adam. We're next.
But why? Why would he do that?
If we're in so much danger, then why aren't we calling the police? The police
will not help. Dylan, please. Go pack your things. We need to be gone before
gets here.
Stop!
I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on.
Why do I have to be afraid of my father?
Catherine Mayfair had been running from the truth for a long time.
Okay.
I'll tell you.
No! Dylan! I'm sorry. I had no choice.
Dylan!
And it had finally caught up with her.
There's a ritual my friends have observed for years.
Once a week, they meet to play a game of cards and talk about their lives.
There's always laughter and wine.
And talk about the neighbors.
No way, Brie. I don't want Catherine in our game. She bums me out.
No, I'm with Gabby. I mean, you know me. I always like to give people the
benefit of the doubt.
No, you don't.
No, I don't, but let's say I did.
Catherine has this aloof quality. It's like she's always trying to keep us at
arm's length.
Well, I have to agree. She's changed. She's not that fun anymore.
Ladies, I don't know what you're talking about. Catherine has all sorts of
wonderful qualities. Name one.
And keep in mind that aloof and unfun have already been taken. Well, I admit
plays her cards close to the vest, but some of you could benefit from that kind
of quiet dignity, Miss I -Chew -Gum, like a 1930s gun mall.
Brie, you can talk Catherine up all you want, but she's just never going to be
one of us.
Anybody home?
Hi,
we were just talking about you.
Random chit -chat, nothing specific.
That's nice.
Can I talk to you for a minute?
Hey, what's going on?
Okay, I know it's the last minute, but I have to leave town, so I'm not going to
be able to help you cater to the commitment ceremony.
It's tomorrow.
A hundred gay men are descending on this street, and they're expecting a
fabulous party.
I feel awful.
But I wouldn't bail on you if it weren't important.
Okay, well, what's going on?
I can't tell you.
Again, I'm so sorry.
Good luck.
All right, you can all wipe those smug looks off your faces because every one
you has just become my employee.
Hey, got any plans tomorrow at 5 a .m.? Because now you do.
Brie needs about two truckloads of flowers picked up from... What?
Guess who got off the wait list at Princeton?
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
I'm so proud of you!
Okay, I am going to need a bumper sticker right away so I can start
these parents.
Sure, I'll snag you one when I get there on Tuesday.
Tuesday? What are you talking about?
Okay, you know that professor who read my senior thesis?
Well, he was so impressed that he asked me to come out and do a summer
internship. I'm leaving next week.
Next week?
Well, that is a big... No.
No, Mom, I have to. It's a huge honor.
Yes, to be chosen. And you have been chosen. So congratulations on your
home. Well, you're not letting her go.
But it's a huge honor.
Yes, we've established that. It's huge. It's an honor.
We get it.
Give me one good reason why I can't go.
Well, the first thing off the top of my head...
We can't afford it.
Susan, can I talk to you for a second?
You know, I just inherited five grand from Grandpa Maynard, and I'd really
to help Julie do this.
Mike, that is so sweet.
Mike makes another good point.
Who is this professor?
I don't know him. I am certainly not going to give my daughter to him for a
summer. I'm sorry, Julie, but it's not happening.
This totally sucks.
Well, yeah. But don't forget, it is a huge honor.
Hey, you know what we haven't done in a really long time?
Made 250 mini pizzas in one afternoon.
What? are you talking about?
Bree's in a horrible jam and I told her we'd help cater the commitment ceremony
tomorrow. I can't. I'm busy. Remember, I'm taking this stuff to Kayla, my
daughter who lives four and a half hours away now.
Okay.
So at the risk of cracking these eggshells I've been walking on all week,
idea when you're going to stop being so angry?
I'm not angry at you. Because, you know, we didn't have a choice, Tom. We had to
get her out of the house. I know. I am angry at the situation. Can you please
just let me be angry? Fine. You can be as angry and sulky and pissy as you
just so long as you're here tomorrow helping me crank out 250 mini pizzas.
You know, I've been told that some wives ask their husbands for favors and
actually say please.
Oh, Tom.
Don't you know an urban myth when you hear one?
Okay, so here's the deal.
Free needs all of these wedding favors wrapped by tomorrow, and she's really
counting on me.
So, I'm going to need you to hurry.
I just got off the phone with the credit card company.
Do you have something that you want to tell me?
Well, it would be easier if I knew what you knew. Damn it, Gabby. Enough
shopping. You've maxed out every credit card we own.
I mean, we are so broke right now, it's going to be a miracle if we don't end up
on the street.
Okay, when you yell at me, I get upset.
And you know what I do when I get upset? I shop.
So if we do end up homeless, guess whose fault it'll be?
Whatever.
I'm gonna go read porn.
In Braille.
Hello?
Gabby, it's Ellie.
Ellie, you can't call me.
The cops are all over my ass because they think I helped you escape.
I'm sorry, I just need one more favor and then I'll never bother you again.
Ellie, I don't know. What is it?
I left my teddy bear in the coat closet. I need you to bring it to me.
Teddy bear? What is that, code for pound of blow?
No, it's an actual teddy bear.
My dad gave it to me when I was five, and it's the only thing I have left to
remember him by.
Crap.
He had to play the daddy card.
So after the ceremony, we'll open up the buffet.
Chicken marsala and pasta for the vegetarians. And dancing, roll out the
you leave for your honeymoon, and I will collapse in a tasteful heat.
Hold it. You didn't say anything about the ice sculpture.
Oh, yes, I'm sorry. One cherub delivered at 1 .30.
Cherub? No, I specifically told Catherine we were going to go with the
castle. And I told her we'd go with the cherub because we are not eight -year
-old girls.
What? All my life, I have dreamt of having a wedding reception in which I
serve drinks from a vodka moat surrounding an enchanted castle rendered
and I don't think that's too much to ask.
Remember when you asked me to tell you when you start acting like Faye Dunaway
from the boardroom scene in Mommy Dearest?
Why don't I let you two work this out?
Fine, we'll go with the stupid baby angel.
Here's your coffee.
Why are you here? And don't say for the pizza because I know you're lactose
intolerant. I heard Catherine left you in the lurch. I'm here to offer my
assistance. Oh, I get it. So I'm desperate and vulnerable and you're
swoop in and save the day. Well, thank you very much. I'm fine. Darling, don't
be stubborn. You're going to need place cards and you know I have excellent
penmanship. Don't you dare throw your calligraphy skills in my face when you
know I'm at a low point. Now go and stop following me.
You're doomed.
Excuse me?
The way you just caved on that sculpture thing, you're setting the tone for your
entire marriage.
I am?
Yeah, you gotta dig in your heels, otherwise you're gonna be pushed around
the next... Let's see, how long have I been married?
Ten and a half years.
I want my castle.
Lee. It is the only thing I have asked for, and damn it, I'm entitled to it.
Fine.
Thank you.
All right, so I will call the eye sculptor and see if we can... Forget it.
sticking with the cherub.
And later, when he bitches about it, I'll just buy him some jewelry.
You sure you haven't been married before?
Hey, Gabby?
Over here, Carlos.
You know, I got a theory as to why all this bad stuff has happened to us.
My blindness, losing all our money.
It's karma.
We've been selfish and greedy, and the universe is telling us to start being
better people.
I have found $118 ,000 in Ellie's teddy bear.
Hey, universe!
Bite me!
Hello? Hey, Dwayne?
Hey, Pete Ronslow.
Pete! Uh, Trick.
Listen, uh, I'm just calling to give you a heads up. Um, I finally met your ex.
She came in to file a report.
Apparently, you kidnapped her husband.
No kidding. Am I asking for ransom?
Well, you always said she was crazy. Now I feel your pain.
Anyway, I just thought you should know, huh?
Take care. Thanks.
Okay, enough kidding around.
Tell me where my daughter is.
Oh.
Did you die on me?
So you have another one of those in the truck? Thank you.
Lynette, I wish I had time to be more tactful, but I don't. Your swan is
pathetic, and I'm firing you from napkin duty.
No, no, give me another chance. I will get it.
Yes. Ah, there you are. Where is my ice sculpture?
No, no, six o 'clock is too late. I need it now.
Oh, forget it. I'll pick it up myself.
Why don't you fill water glasses? That's an important job, too.
Andrew, look, I'm on my way back, but it's imperative that you... Andrew?
Oh, dear God.
Oh, no, don't die on me now.
I'm just saying we should pay off all of our bills and put the rest in savings.
Savings? Nobody does that anymore.
I mean, you never know. We might have kids.
Oh, Carlos, we're never going to have kids.
Shoes are my kids.
Let me be the mother I was meant to be.
Hello?
Where's my bear?
Oh, right, the bear.
Well, I looked all over and just couldn't find it.
I guess the cops took it.
I'm really... Sorry, Ellie.
I know it was a gift from your dad. It just breaks my heart.
You found the money, didn't you?
Money? What money?
You're lying. I can hear it in your voice.
What's wrong with my voice?
Okay, listen, bitch. You do not want to screw with me.
How about we split it 50 -50?
I'm coming to get my money. And if one dime is missing, I will throw acid in
your face.
Okay, we really need to get cholera -y.
What more can you do to me?
He left.
Hey. Hi.
Is Dylan here by any chance?
No, I haven't seen him. Okay, thanks.
Catherine, are you all right?
Dylan and I, we had a big fight.
Well, I'm sure she gets upset and she'll come home after she cools off.
Not this time.
I lied to her.
We all lie to our kids sometimes, right?
I've been doing it our whole life.
One lie on top of another, and the thing I learned too late is that eventually
they all come crashing down on you.
Anyway, if you see her, let me know.
Thanks.
What's your hurry, Kat?
What happened to my daughter?
I'm not telling you anything.
See, you might as well kill me.
I don't care.
I believe you.
I do.
But what about Dylan?
Or should I say that girl that lives here with you?
I bet you care if I killed her.
There are no wings.
Yes, and the Venus de Milo is missing two arms. What's your point?
It's stunning.
Well, I suppose I should say thank you.
Oh, it's no big deal.
Just lucky I was there.
Was I lucky, or were you following me?
I thought you might need my help.
And you were right, I did.
You just think I'm being stubborn, don't you? Making you jump through hoops when
it's so clear we belong together.
I don't think anything, Bree.
I'm just trying to be there for you and hoping eventually you'll forgive me.
But that's not it, Orson. If I forgive you, then I'm forgiving what you did to
Mike. I can't do that.
And you wouldn't want me to. I mean, be honest with yourself. If I took you back
now, I wouldn't be the woman you love.
Then what can I do?
I've already told you. Turn yourself into the police and let justice run its
course. I can't do that, Bree.
I want to.
For you, more than anything.
But I don't think I can survive it.
What is this?
It's your icicle. No, it's not.
I see no turrets. I see no flags. I see no moat full of vodka. What I see is a
giant icy slap in the face.
Bob!
What's that?
I want to be able to reach you this summer when you're doing that
You changed your mind?
Here's the thing.
You and I have always had kind of an unconventional relationship.
And the reason that worked was because we always tell each other the truth.
Until yesterday.
Julie, I lied about not having enough money to send you.
Why?
Because I just freaked out about you leaving.
But you knew I was going away to college. Yes, in the fall. And I needed
extra three months to get ready.
I still have not figured out how I'm going to get by without you.
Mom. Seriously.
I just lean on you in ways you don't even know.
I think you're stronger than you give yourself credit for.
Well, I spend more time with me than you do, and I'm a mess.
Well, you were when Dad left.
I had my hands full then, but...
You've grown so much these last five years.
Really?
You are a secure, confident woman now.
You're ready to spread your wings and fly.
Frankly, my work here is done.
Now, I want you to have that phone on you at all times.
Because I'm still not sure how to work the dishwasher.
It's the sculpture and making me move to the suburbs and forcing me to be nice
to your homophobic boss.
You know what? Tom's right.
If I don't start standing up for myself, I'm doomed.
I don't believe I used the word doomed.
You're always overruling me. You treat me like a child. Well, I've had it.
Ceremony's off, mein fuhrer.
Chug ice, you drama queen!
Okay, all I said... I don't care what you said. We have to think... Or do you
want to tell Bree that you torpedoed her ceremony? I did not tell you to put
mums in that arrangement.
And don't point your finger at me or I'll snap it right off.
I'll find Bob.
I'll get Lee.
You can't make me talk. Yeah, I can. Sit down.
Earlier, my husband, in an attempt to help you with your relationship,
mistakenly gave you some advice, which he would now like to take back. Tom.
Actually, I stand by everything I said. My mistake was not going far enough.
What? If you're willing to break up over an ice sculpture, you guys should
absolutely not get married.
Where the hell are you going with this?
Who gets to choose the ice sculpture? Who should take out the trash? Who has
stay home and make the mini pizzas?
That's the little stuff.
What are you going to do when the big stuff comes along?
Could you give us a second? What are you going to do when a tornado hits your
house? Or you have problems with your kids? Or one of you gets cancer?
At some point, the crap is going to hit the fan. And that is why now, before you
make the commitment, you have to ask yourself, is that person in bed next to
worth the trouble?
Do you love him or her so much that no disease, no disaster
could possibly pull you apart?
Answer him.
Sure. Of course I do.
Good.
Good, then.
Get out there and get committed, you crazy kid.
My God.
And are you okay?
Some help?
Yes.
Thanks for stopping.
Yes, officer, I see you. Thank you for coming.
Now remember, Ellie's dangerous.
So if she shows up, feel free to use excessive force.
Get in my jacket.
Oh, honey, can you carry the house keys? They don't fit in my purse.
Ellie's upstairs.
Why? She's in our bedroom. I heard her breathing. Call the cops.
Wait, she's going to steal our money?
You can't go up there. It's too dangerous.
Not as dangerous as poverty.
Gabby.
Gabby, what's going on?
I don't think you've thought this through.
Shut up.
If I tell you what happened, if I don't tell you, you're going to kill me
anyway.
What are you going to pin it on?
We have history.
Right now, I'm just your bitter, crazy ex. But if I turn up dead, and you have
no alibi... You let me worry about that.
Look, I'm having a little problem right now. I just need to hide here for a sec.
And I don't want to hurt you.
So don't make me.
Alright?
Good.
I'm glad we understand each other.
Huh.
And with your gun, too.
I guess I just found my alibi.
And now we will do the exchanging of the rings. Snappy ceremony, Bree. You and
Catherine really did a bang -up job. No, I did a bang -up job. Catherine bailed
on me and left town last night.
You got hosed. I just saw her an hour ago.
She was on the run, she broke in, she stabbed you, you shot her. Case closed.
Like the alibi fairy left me a present.
But I do wonder, what if Dylan doesn't come back?
We'd have fight.
She said she hated me. Said she was leaving.
For good.
You've got the best you can do, Kathy.
I know it sounds convenient.
What happens if it's true?
Because you don't have another plan.
She was the only way you could make me tell you the truth.
Catherine, it's Bree. We need to talk now.
That girl that was living with Felicis actually...
I thought I saw her heading down that way.
Hope you find her.
I'd hate to think there was some maniac running around our neighborhood.
I'm so sorry about that. Shut it!
So let me catch you up.
I need to know something that only my ex -wife can tell me, but she doesn't want
to. She needs a little incentive, so that's where you come in.
Wayne.
Please don't. Yeah?
How is it going to feel knowing that you could have stopped this?
All right!
I'll tell you.
After I left you, a few months passed.
I convinced myself that you'd forgotten about her.
But I was wrong.
How is Dylan? Did she behave herself?
She's an angel.
I just hope I didn't do something wrong.
What do you mean?
Well, your ex -husband was here earlier.
Of course, I didn't know it was him until Dylan called him Daddy.
I'm sorry, I should have called you, but Dylan was just so happy to see him. He
brought her a bicycle and a doll, and she won't let that doll out of her
Catherine, what's going on?
I was going to run again, but you didn't give me enough time.
Wayne just drove up.
Should we call the police?
No.
Let him in.
I knew it was time to face you and let you know you were not welcome in my
and neither were your gifts.
You know how much money I spent looking for you?
I'm sure you still had enough to buy liquor by the caseload.
Wow, look who's gotten sassy while she's been away.
I think I like it.
What do you want, Wayne?
I want my daughter back.
Why? You getting lazy in your old age? You need somebody smaller to pound on? I
never touched a hair on her head.
Now she's gotten older and fassier.
I'm sure you'll find all sorts of reasons to hit her. I don't have to ask,
know. I can just go up there if I want.
I'm bleeding.
Obviously.
You should be a doctor.
I'll be back for my daughter.
You just understand this.
There is nothing that I will not do to keep you away from her.
Nothing.
Are you all right? I heard a crash. Yeah.
I hit him with the candlestick and he went down pretty hard.
You know,
I think now would be a good time to break out the ten -year -old scotch I've
been saving.
I honestly thought it was finally over.
I don't know how I could have been so wrong.
I came in to give her another blanket.
Her hand is ice cold.
Aunt Lily told me I couldn't go to the police.
She said you'd make it seem like I killed Dylan to keep you from taking
So I let her bury my baby in the wood. I knew I'd have to run away again, but I
also knew you'd never stop looking for me. So I came up with a plan.
I found a girl in a Romanian orphanage who looked just like Dylan. Her
resemblance was uncanny. Her mother had died in childbirth, and her father had
been murdered.
As I looked into those big blue eyes, I knew right then, she needed me as much
as I needed her.
And lied to Adam and said it was your fault.
And that's how I've spent the last 12 years.
Telling one lie after another.
Hold it, hold it. I'm sorry, sir. We're having a party. You can't park here.
So you let her die.
If you don't mind, I need you to park around the corner, okay?
Like a dog.
It was an accident.
Then you buried her like one.
Because I had to.
I knew you found out.
They'll kill you.
You just watch him for a sec, okay? I'm gonna call the cops.
First we have to do something to stop that bleeding.
Go ahead, you call the cops.
Ask for my buddy, Rumsloh.
Or Captain McMurphy.
We play softball together.
Those guys will take care of me.
And even if I do a little time, you know this isn't over.
I'll get out and I'll find you.
And I'll make you pay.
I know you will.
Marie, are you all right? What the hell is going on?
We don't have much time before the Brunette get here.
We need to talk.
What's going on?
Okay, just listen to me.
Ma 'am, you have to talk to her.
We need to know what happened.
Ma 'am.
Then he raised... the gun, and came toward us. Thank God Catherine grabbed
arm and got the gun away.
That lunatic would have killed us all.
I knew Wayne was the reason she moved away, and the second she moved back, he
started stalking her again.
She was always telling us how terrified she was.
We always knew he'd do something like this eventually, and he did.
This was obviously self -defense.
Take the cuffs off. Get her to the hospital.
There is a ritual my friends have observed for years.
Once a week, they meet to play a game of cards and talk about their lives.
Of course, there's another aspect to these gatherings that has nothing to do
with gossip or poker.
Every seven days, my friends are reminded of a basic human truth.
There is nothing more important than friendships that endure, especially in a
world that insists on changing.
are gone.
I'm ready to fix you dinner.
What the hell are you doing?
Hey, Mommy, we're playing fashion model.
Look at this mess.
You are lucky I got in here before you touched my dressing.
Run, dear, run!
My beer wing!
I'm home.
Oh, thank God.
The publisher's been over the galley for the cookbook. He needs you to proof
them tonight.
I've also got the woman from the New York Times on the phone. She wants to do
the interview now.
Is that you, Bree?
The water's getting cold.
Leave the galley to my office and tell the woman from the Times to call me back
in the morning.
I'm going to have a nice bubble bath with my husband.
Coming, Orson!
Why is there a police car in our driveway?
I was telling your husband we just picked up your son. He broke into a car
the mall and took it for a joyride.
Again?
Sorry, officer. We have talked to Porter until we're blue in the face. It's like
he's determined to go back to juvenile hall.
Honey, it wasn't Porter this time.
They arrested Preston.
It's me, Mom. I'm back from Paris.
It was just as gorgeous as he said it would be, and you're not going to
this. Bradley finally asked me to marry him right there under the Eiffel Tower.
I'm so happy. Call me back.
You know I did.
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