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Previously on Why Women Kill...

He's a man. Some of them cheat.

Not Rob.

Not after what happened to our daughter.

I am in love with you.

You knew the rules.
I will never leave my wife.

Why would he even be with me
if he was so happy with her?

Maybe she did something to hurt him

and he needs time to forgive her.

I moved my lover into our home.

The three of us are
officially a throuple.

My agent's gonna drop me

if I don't get him my script
by tomorrow morning.

- Give me the 50 pages.
- Skip to what sucks.

That would be your lead character.

- What's wrong with Eva?
- She waits around for 15 pages

hoping a man will save her.

She's a victim. I hate victims.

Hey, how did you come up
with that stuff anyway?

Maybe there's more to
me than meets the eye.

The man's a drug addict.

Half your savings went up his nose.

Eli has changed.

Hold on, I have something.

Take this.

What happens when he
likes her more than you?

He said it's the best
thing I've ever written.

God, I am so happy for you.

Are you having an affair?

Karl, I believe you're jealous.

Tell me who it is.

Is it one of our friends
from the country club?

Tommy's back.

Wasn't that lucky, dear.

Seems Tommy was right
there in the bedroom,

ready to be useful.

Don't you see?
We don't need to get a divorce.

We have stumbled into
the perfect arrangement.

Everything is not a joke, Karl.

I want a man who loves me so much,

that he would kill another man
if I slept with someone else.

And I'm never gonna get
that from you, am I?

No.

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Simone and I used to be very close,

back when I was her hairdresser.

Taylor and I were forced to socialize,

'cause I was her husband's agent.

I didn't know Beth Ann at all,
even though she was a neighbor.

I used to gossip with her for hours.

She adored me.

I tried to talk to her at parties.

She never got my jokes.

I used to watch her at the market.

She seemed nice.

It's funny about people.

They come into our lives every day...

... and you never know who will
play the most important part.

A total stranger might
be the one to save you,

or destroy you.

To be honest...

I feel responsible for his death.

I'm not sure anyone would've
died if it wasn't for me.

I knew she was going to kill him.

And I am so glad she did.

Oh, Simone.

- What are you doing here?
- What a silly question.

You know how much I
adore our little gallery.

Oh, please.
You haven't stopped by in months.

Once we begin negotiating
our settlement, I know

you'll fight for this place.

You'll tell the judge
it should go to you

because I never helped out.

Well, here I am helping out.

- Excuse me.
- Yes? Hello.

Do you have any Lichtenstein prints?

We're talking. Do you mind?

And with charm like
that on our sales staff,

these paintings should
just fly off the walls.

No Tommy today?

We spoke this morning.

Oh, yes? Was that on the
phone or did you roll over

and tap him on the shoulder?

I suggested we take a break.

My divorce lawyer feels
an ongoing affair

with a teenager could make
me seem unsympathetic.

You've hired a lawyer?

Bernie Morton.
He did my first two divorces,

so he knows what I like.

No, no, no. We-we agreed we
weren't gonna get divorced

until after Amy's wedding.

We agreed not to announce it till then.

That doesn't mean
we can't get the ball rolling.

B-But there's so much coming
at us in the next few weeks.

I mean, Amy's Oklahoma in-laws

are turning up tomorrow en masse.

Oh, God. I'm dreading that dinner.

I spoke to Brad's mother for
two minutes on the phone.

- I already can't stand her.
- Exactly.

If we're fighting each other,

how will we have the energy
to properly hate them?

After what you've put me through,

I have more than enough

- rage to go around.
- All right.

Clearly, we need counseling.

I mean, can we at least wait

until after we've seen a therapist?

It's over. No more waiting.

Accept it.

Well.

I guess I've helped enough for one day.

See you at home.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Did you see Taylor's text?

Uh, no. I've been writing.

She got on an early flight.

She's gonna be here in a couple minutes.

- Oh, okay.
- So, um, I was wondering,

when you want to tell her?

Tell her...?

About last night?

And how-how we fucked?

Oh.

You-you want to mention that.

Well, it happened, so we have
to be honest about it, right?

Sure. Yeah.

- Great. Awesome.
- Yeah.

I do wonder, though, um,
what-what do you think

Taylor's reaction will
be when we tell her?

I-I think she'll be cool with it.

I mean, we're in a throuple,
she's seen us have sex before.

I-It's... it won't be a big deal.

Mm. Interesting.

That's interesting.

What?

You think,
you think she might get jealous?

Maybe. Maybe jealous, maybe furious.

I mean, likely furious.

Yeah, but don't you think she'll
be angrier if we don't tell her

and then she finds out anyway?

It... well, see?
See, that's where the ever-popular

"take it to our graves"
philosophy would come into play.

You want to keep it a secret?

I'll be honest,
it's not my first inclination,

but hearing you say it
out loud, I like it.

Eli. No. I...

We can't. That-that feels wrong.

That's wrong.

All right, all right, all right.

You're right. You're right.

Anything less than full
honesty is a betrayal.

Okay.

Here she is.

- Make me proud.
- Shit.

- Hi.
- Hey, babe.

How was the flight?

Crying babies, bitchy flight attendants,

they lost my suitcase and I hate Uber!

What have you guys been up to?

Uh...

nothing much.

Yeah. Yeah.

Just happy to have this one home.

Oh, oh...

What do you say we put
you in a bath, huh?

- Oh, my God.
- You deserve it. Salt, no salt?

So much salt. Salt it up.

Whatcha doing?

I was just trying to think of a place

to store all of Nana's linens.

If there's ever a
worldwide doily shortage,

we'll be sitting pretty.

It is done.

We are now officially unpacked.

I thought you finished weeks ago.

You said you hated seeing all of
the unpacked boxes lying around,

so I put them all in the attic.

Every day, I would bring
one down and empty it.

You lugged all these boxes to the attic?

Just so I wouldn't have to look at' em?

It was nothing.

You do so many things
each day to please me.

Things I don't even notice.

And I want to notice them,
so I can thank you.

I don't need to be thanked.

You know,

I've been working a lot of late
nights the past few months.

This project I've been involved with,

it's almost over.

- It is?
- Yeah.

Once I'm done,

we'll get back to a normal schedule.

I'll be home in time for dinner,
every night.

That would make me very happy.

So, we're finally moved in.

How should we celebrate?

Hey.

Why not throw a party?

Like a housewarming thing?

Yes, we can invite all the neighbors.

There's so many I haven't met yet.

Oh. Let's do it next Saturday.

- That would be wonderful.
- Fantastic.

You want me to throw
this box away for you?

Oh, not just yet.
There's still some photos in there.

I was going to put those
in the cupboard upstairs.

Maybe we should leave this one out.

Really?

You said it upset you.

Eh, that was a while ago.

It hurts to remember,

but it'd be worse to forget.

You're absolutely right.

Simone, we're going to be late.

I'm coming. Hold your horses.

Amy.

Are you coming with us to the dinner?

We assumed you'd be going
with Brad and his family.

I was with them all day. I need a break.

Oh, are they really that bad?

Do you know much about tractors?

Um, no.

You will by dessert.

I think you deserve a drink.

I'm sure Brad is very pleased

that you're making such an effort.

Trust me, I'm sucking up like crazy.

And if I make a good impression,

his parents might buy us a house.

- Ooh.
- A house?

As a wedding gift?

Darling, we really need to
rethink those fondue forks.

Their farm sits on
millions of gallons of oil.

So whatever you think of them, be nice.

- I'm always nice.
- Really nice.

Not bitchy nice.

You're tying my hands, but fine.

Don't pick up.

- We're late.
- Uh, don't worry,

we've got one of those
newfangled machines

that takes a message.
You know, I don't know

how we lived without it.

Simone, Bernie Morton here.

I'm working on your divorce
paperwork, but I still need

some financial forms, so...

Bernie, it's not a good time.
I'll talk to you tomorrow.

You're getting divorced again?

Now, Amy...

Right before my wedding?

It won't affect you.

Brad's parents are not
going to buy me a house

if they think I was raised by a
woman who's never had a marriage

last longer than a breath mint.

You're blaming me?

After three husbands, yes.

What's your excuse this time?

It's a charming story.

Y-Yes, well,
we-we both have charming stories,

but I don't want to bore you

with a lot of what we Brits call, um,

tommyrot.

Fine.

Let's just go.

Tommyrot? Really, Karl?

You're hilarious.

At last, we agree on something.

Good morning.
I'm Beth Ann Stanton, your new neighbor.

My husband and I just
moved in down the street.

I-I know who you are.

Well, I hear your name is Mary.

Mary Vlasin.

It's nice to officially meet you.

Mary!

That your husband?

Uh, yes. Now's not a good time.

I'll be quick.

I have something for the two of you.

It's the reason I dropped by.

It's an invitation.

Rob and I are throwing
a housewarming party

on Saturday; nothing fancy.

Just finger food and beer.

We'll be having some old friends,

and hopefully some new ones.

I can't remember the last
time I went to a party.

Mary!

Uh, do you think you
might be able to make it?

I'm just doing a head count.

I don't know, um...

I was coming. I was just, uh, talking

to our new neighbor.

Oh, hello there.

I didn't realize we had company.

I'm Beth Ann Stanton.

I've just moved in down the street.

- Ah.
- She invited us to, uh, a party.

- Oh.
- Just a... little housewarming

thing on Saturday.

Mary said she wasn't sure
you'd be able to...

No, we'd love to come.

- Really?
- Sure.

You want us to bring anything, or...

No. No.

Just your lovely selves.

Well, all righty, then.
We'll see you soon.

Wonderful.

I'll check with the maître d',

see if Brad's family's arrived.

Oh, my God.

- It's Hector.
- Hector?

He was the best hairdresser I ever had.

I mean, until he dropped me.

Why did he drop you?

Who knows?

One day, he just stopped
scheduling appointments.

Well, I'm sure you did
something to offend him.

Why would you assume that?

Oh, right, I'm horrible.

Amy!

Patty. Mom,

this is Brad's sister Patty.

Oh, it's lovely to meet you.

Thank you. Oh, they've seated us
in a private dining room.

Did you arrange that?

I did. I wanted to do something special

for my new family.

It's a great idea.
Now we can get as loud

- and crazy as we want.
- Ah!

I don't know if Amy told you,
but I know how to yodel.

No.

I think I would have remembered that.

Great, let's get the party started.

- Karl, everyone's here.
- Oh, good.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Hey, guys.

- Patty.
- Oh, here they are.

What a pleasure it is
to finally meet you.

I'm Ruby and this is Dwight.

- Charmed.
- Well, hello, there.

Sorry we're late.

Well, if you were busy
making yourself beautiful,

may I just say, mission accomplished.

Heel, Dwight.

I see I'm gonna have to
watch my step around you.

I can't tell you how thrilled we are

that Amy's marrying a young man

as admirable as your son.

That voice.

He's like someone on PBS.

Now, who wants champagne?

I'm sure we could all be persuaded.

I could just listen to
him talk all day long.

If you were married to him, you would.

Well, Ruby and I are just as
crazy about your daughter.

The whole family is.

Patty hasn't shut up about her.

'Cause I'm happy, okay?

I'm finally getting a sister.

Well, I'm thrilled to finally
be a part of a big family.

I've always dreamed of hosting
large family gatherings.

You know what I dream about?

Grandkids.

Oh, I've had that dream.

I always wake up screaming.

Now, why don't you want grandkids?

Well, I'd have to tell people
that I'm a grandmother.

And let's face it,
who's gonna believe me?

Does anyone need more champagne?

- Oh, God, yes.
- Yes, absolutely.

Uh, I'm terribly sorry.
Will you excuse me?

I, uh, I desperately need
to use the facilities.

Listen to him.

He even makes taking a piss sound fancy.

It is done! I just wrote the words

"fade to black."

My script is complete!

- Eli!
- Aw!

Oh, my God. Oh.

- Honey, that's amazing.
- Yeah, it is.

You know what's amazing?
Somehow it all works.

I mean, the characters,
the plot, all of it.

I mean, I probably used the word "fuck"

about 60 times too many,
but that's fixable.

I mean, the point is:
I may actually be a good writer.

Oh, I'm so proud of you.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

Oh...

Mm.

Mm. Oh, so I called Lamar,

and he wants to take us all

out to dinner tonight to celebrate.

Oh, that'd be great.

We should go to La Serata.

- Ooh, molto bene.
- Yeah.

Not to change the subject,

but I'm curious about something.

What's up?

While I was away, did you two fuck?

I don't know why, I just have a feeling.

Am I crazy?

We absolutely fucked.

Yeah.

Shit. Wow. Hmm.

Are you upset?

Um...

I'm not sure.

It's not like you and I have
never done it without Eli.

That's true. Mm.

Okay.

Okay?

I mean, obviously I have some feelings

that I need to work through,

but this was...
this was bound to happen, right?

At some point,
since we're all together now.

And I love you both,

so why... why would I not
want you guys to get closer?

Yes, exactly,
and I-I knew that if we were just open

and honest about the whole thing,

that it wouldn't be a big deal.

Yeah. Well, thank you
for telling me the truth.

- It feels good to know.
- Of course. Of course.

Oh, you know what, you should tell Lamar

- _
- that I know the manager at La Serata,

so she can get us a good table.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Totally. Great call. I will...

I-I will, I will text Lamar right now.

Okay.

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So I can tell Rob is still
mad about the other night.

He hasn't called in days.

I thought about calling him,

but I don't want to seem desperate,

although I am a little bit,

but he doesn't need to know that.

Anyway...

what do you think I should do?

Hmm. What?

Listen to me.

I must be boring you to tears
always talking about Rob.

No, I'm sorry.

I was thinking about
this woman I met today.

I can't get her out of my mind.

Why?

I was at her door
dropping something off,

and, just, something wasn't quite right.

How do you mean?

She was worried about her husband.

I could hear him calling for her.

There was just something about his tone.

It scared me.

Then he came to the door,

and he was charming.

This woman,
was she wearing a lot of makeup?

She was.

How did you know that?

He hits her.

You think?

No, he isn't the type.
He's very successful.

My father was a doctor.

I used to watch my mother apply makeup

to cover up her black eyes.

Oh, no.

She would smear green
concealer to cover the bruise,

and then she would apply a
second layer of concealer

that matched her skin tone.

And then she would do the
same thing to the other side

so that people wouldn't
notice the difference.

That's awful.

No, here's the awful part.

My whole family knew what was going on.

Aunts, uncles, cousins...

they all knew what he was doing,

and they just looked the other way.

I hate people that look the other way.

And he told the owner
he was willing to match

any offer the Gibson twins
could come up with.

And that's how

Dwight cornered the Tulsa County market

for earth-moving machinery.

The next thing that happened...

Please stop!

Until I find Karl.

He would hate to miss
this amazing story.

He has been in
the gents' room quite a while.

Uh, you want me to check on him?

No. I-I've got this.

Ma'am, that's the men's room.

Oh, I know.

My husband isn't hiding
out in the ladies' room.

So nice to finally meet you, Lamar.

I've heard so much about you.

Heard a lot about you, too, pretty lady.

And I have so many questions.

- Please don't ask them.
- Come on.

I'm paying for this meal.
All I want in exchange is

a few juicy details
about your new lifestyle.

All right, dude, don't embarrass me.

I wouldn't ask if I didn't need to know.

Why do you need to know?

Truth is, I've been thinking about

bringing another woman into
my relationship with Delores.

And she's open to the idea?

Absolutely not.

All right, okay, all right.

- Let's talk about my script.
- Mm-hmm.

- Eli said that you think it's good.
- No.

I think it's brilliant.

- Okay, just tell me it'll sell.
- Oh, yes.

I already got four different
producers interested.

I'm expecting offers in
the high six-figure range.

Are you serious?

I joke about sex, not money.

Wow. I-I've never had a script

get that kind of reaction before.

You've never written a script
this commercial before.

And I guess we have
you to thank for that.

Stop.

What?

It just...

Eli was having some
problems with his story,

so I read the first 50 pages,

and I-I gave him a few ideas.

More than a few. I mean,
she saved my ass is what she did.

That part at the end, where-where Eva,

she burns the place down and goes,

like, full-blown arsonist on everybody?

- Mm-hmm.
- Jade's idea.

- Cool.
- Mm.

So, you let her read the
script before it was finished?

W-Well, yeah.

'Cause you never let me do that.

No... h-honey, my back was up
against the wall on this. I mean...

- Uh.
- I-I also, I-I gave him some thoughts

on the lead character. You know,

I have insight into
the millennial female brain.

And it shows.

Eva is the-the best
character he's ever created.

Ah, I-I don't know about that.

I do. Trust me, Eli.

Be good to Jade. She's your muse.

- You might be right.
- Oh, that's ridiculous.

So, Jade, you ever think
about doing any writing yourself?

Um, yeah. I-I have,

I actually have a couple
script ideas, yeah.

Well, I would love to hear about them.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Um, excuse me for just one moment.
- Yeah.

Are you sure?

He's always looking for
my replacement, so please.

What in God's name?

Shit. We...

We got a bit carried away.

We haven't seen each other in years.

Oh, my God.

Is that why you dropped me as a client?

Because you were screwing my husband!

I couldn't look you in the eye anymore.

It was impossible to trim your bangs.

I think you should leave now.

For what it's worth,

I love the layers.

Go.

How could you?

You can't be completely shocked.

You knew perfectly
well I slept with men.

But with Hector?

You're surprised that the man I
slept with was your hairdresser?

That is the gay sex equivalent of
"the butler did it."

What the hell is going on?

Nothing. We're fine.

We are not fine.

You would not believe
how Karl betrayed me.

I don't care.

I've spent six months sucking
up to the Clampetts,

and you're not gonna blow
it for me in one night.

Now move it!

Come on.

Let's not ruin her chances
with unnecessary drama.

Fine. I'll wait till
we're in divorce court.

And what I do to you then

will be very necessary.

Gretchen, Dale!
Welcome to our little shindig.

- Hi!
- Thanks for having us.

Wow, those are some shorts.

Yeah. Bought 'em special for the party.
Aren't they great?

There's food and drink
in the dining room.

- Please help yourself.
- Thank you.

- See? She liked them.
- That's not what she said.

Hey, Beth Ann. Got any requests?

Don't play classical until
I want people to leave.

Okay.

Hey, hey, hey. What did I tell you?
No running in the house.

But it's not our house.

I swear to God, Benny.

Come on. Nobody's gonna vote for the guy

after what happened in Cuba.

Don't matter.
I can't think of one scenario

where Kennedy doesn't get a second term.

Never gonna happen.

So you're telling me
you've never been for a ride

in a Cadillac? I'd be happy
to take you around the block.

Lenore, could you please
help me in the kitchen?

Thank you so much.

Honey, Miles is bragging about
his salary at Hughes Aircraft.

Can I tell him how much I make?

- Absolutely not.
- Oh, come on.

- Cookies!
- Oh!

Mmm. Are those deviled eggs?

Help yourself.

Hi. You came.

- Of course. We wouldn't miss it.
- I'm sorry we're late.

Don't be silly.
The party's only just started.

Nice place you got here.

- We certainly like it.
- Well, I didn't want to come

empty-handed, so...

- You shouldn't have.
- No, no. It was no trouble.

I used a mix.

Thank you again for inviting us.

Look, honey, it's Dale Clark.

I know him. We should go say hi.

Look at those shorts.

Taylor? Are you still in here?

Taylor?

Ah! There you are.

Are you okay?

The boys are starting to worry.

Yeah, I'm fine.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

Doing my thing. I'll be out in a minute.

Why are your pants on?

Why are you being weird?

Sorry.

Look, I understand if you're upset.

Do you?

What happened with me and Eli

has obviously triggered
some hurt feelings,

and I totally get it.

Jade, believe me when I say

I don't give a fuck if
you screwed my husband.

Okay, so then what's the problem?

His muse?

What kind of over-the-top
undeserved bullshit is that?

Okay, he was just trying to be nice.

You didn't save him. You toss out

a couple ideas and poured him coffee

while he pulled an all-nighter.

I am the one who spent
the last two years

cleaning up the mess
he made of our lives.

- What did he do?
- What didn't he do?

Speed, cocaine...

Christ, I can write you a list,

but this place closes at midnight.

Jade, he's an addict.

He almost died.

And he would've if I didn't
force him into rehab.

I-I didn't know that.

Well, how could you?

I didn't say anything because...

I thought we were fine and...

just having you here, it's...

What?

Ugh. Man, that's just shining a light

on the cracks in our relationship.

- I don't mean to...
- I know.

It's not your fault.

You did nothing wrong. I'm just...

I don't know.

I'm just not sure

the current living situation is working.

Are you saying you want me to go?

I don't know what I'm saying.

I just don't think this
whole thing's working.

Sheila! Sheila! Come on.

What're you doing?

Don't you hear?
They're playing "The Twist."

That's terrific. I'm eating pie.

Forget about the pie.

Come on. I want to dance.

Well, here's your partner.

She's just like me,
but smaller and stickier.

Come on, honey,
and after we're done dancing,

Daddy's gonna tell you
about all the nice women

he should've married.

- Hey!
- Hi. Joining us?

Let's see it. Lift your leg.

- You okay there, Gretchen?
- I broke my heel.

- Oh.
- I'll be right back, Mr. Astaire.

- You're a killer.
- Well, she is.

Mary.

May I have this dance?

Um... No, I don't think so.

Aw, come on. Don't make me dance alone.

Seriously, I have two left feet.

Well, add them to mine
and we'll have four.

- Okay, just for a minute.
- Yeah, now you're talking.

Look at you go.

Hands up!

How low can you go?

My mistake.

Oh, you're doing great.

Come on.

- We were only dancing.
- I said come on!

Buddy.

There's no need to be like this.

You can cheat on your wife all you want,

but you're not touching mine.

Did you see that?

- Yeah.
- He just...

grabbed her and pulled her
away in front of everyone.

He was angry that she
was dancing with me.

That's no excuse.

They went into the study.

You need to make sure
he's not hurting her.

Well?

What happens in their marriage
is none of our business.

Is that why we go to parties?

So you can flirt with strange men?

- People can hear you.
- Or do you just

enjoy humiliating me, huh?

Do you mind?
This is a private conversation.

Look, I am so sorry if-if
we are being too loud.

We'll be out of here in two
shakes of a lamb's tail, okay?

Look, this is not my fault.

She always drinks too much.

I've just set out some angel
food cake in the dining room.

Why don't you go have a slice?

No, thank you.

We're going home.

Maybe you'd like to
stay a little longer?

Give him a chance to cool off.

That'll just make it worse.

Mary.

It must be a wonderful thing

to be strong like you.

That's the reason we
became Southern Baptist.

Those Methodists were
just a little too liberal

for our taste.

Leave the bottle.

My darling, don't you, uh,

think you've had enough?

Of you? Yes.

Of chardonnay? Never.

- Oh.
- Patty!

Look at your new dress.

Oh, darn.

Amy helps me buy something chic
and I ruin it first time out.

We'll just go shopping again tomorrow.

For grease on silk,
you want talcum powder.

There's a travel size in the rental car.

Okay. Excuse me.

Brad tells us you two run
an art gallery together.

What's that like?

- Fun.
- Challenging.

It's a challenge, but a fun one.

Unlike our marriage,
which is purely a challenge.

Speaking of marriage,

I'm just curious, Simone,

how many times have you been married?

Just three. Why?

It's just an innocent question, my love.

- I wasn't talking to you.
- I know.

Why are you so cross with him?

I wasn't cross. Was I cross?

You were definitely cross.

Um, not that it's
any of my business, but...

if I were twice divorced,
then hooked a man like Karl,

I'd treat him a little nicer.

Now I'm curious about something, Ruby.

How would you treat Karl if
you walked into the bathroom

and found him kissing another man?

Mm.

Bravo, Simone.

That's right, sugar.

Karl is gay.

Still have a crush on him?

Your stepdad is gay?

I thought he was just English.

That's why we're getting divorced.

Dear God. Another divorce?

Not really the headline, Dwight.

Oh, you poor, tragic woman.

I have suffered. It's true.

I-I'm sorry,
do not shed tears for Simone.

She is receiving ample
comfort in the arms

of her lover

Tommy Harte.

- What the fuck?
- Shut up, Karl.

You're sleeping with Tommy?

Who, for the newcomers,
is all of 18 years of age.

Oh, sweet suffering Jesus.

British homos, teen lovers?

What kind of spangled hell pit
are you marrying into?

Hey. Found the talcum powder.

Why is everyone so serious?

I never thought I'd
see the day our family

would have a homosexual in it.

Brad, you swore you wouldn't tell.

No, Patty, Patty, I-I...

Oh, I-I don't know what Brad told you,

but my feelings for you
are sisterly, not sexual.

Oh, sweet suffering Jesus.

Patty!

Oh, come back!

Sweet baby, please say it's not true.

She's a lesbian.

Mmm. How did I miss that?

Anybody want an after-dinner cocktail?

Uh, not me. I have the worst headache.

Why don't you go on
upstairs and lie down?

We can give you a little space tonight.

That'd be nice. Thank you.

I'm gonna have me a scotch.
You want one?

Jade?

How could you not tell me?

I'm not sure I know
what you're talking...

The pills, Eli.

You're an addict and you
let me give you pills.

Shit.

- How did you...
- Taylor told me.

At dinner, in the bathroom.

Shit. She d...

She doesn't know that
I took anything, though, right?

No.

- Oh, thank Christ.
- Not yet.

No. No. No, no, no, no, no.

What do you mean, "No"?

I have to. This is too big.

Fuck.

What am I gonna do?

I mean, she's already questioning
our living arrangement.

If she finds out about this,
it doesn't matter

how she feels about me.
I am out on the street.

I don't have anywhere to go, Eli.

And Willow and Mischa are gone
and Duke is still out there.

- Listen Jade, listen, listen to me.
- And I...

That's not gonna happen. Okay?

I'm not gonna let that happen.

- I need you here.
- Why?

Because I'm your muse or am I,
am I just your dealer?

I'm-I'm done with the pills. Okay?

Done.

So she doesn't need to know.

In that case, give them to me.

- What?
- If you're done with them,

then there's no reason that
you can't give them back.

So?

Look, the thing is,
one of the producers who's interested

- wants a rewrite.
- I knew it.

She's got some really great ideas.

Lamar says if I can turn out a draft

- by Friday...
- Eli.

J... All right, fine.

Jesus, just take them...

Just, I'm-I'm-I'm so, I'm so, so close

to getting my career back.

You can handle a few
rewrites without them.

Yeah, all I know is
that I used to be a writer

and an addict, and then I got clean,

and all of a sudden,
I wasn't a writer anymore.

But if I can do this,

if I can, if I can finish this thing

and if I can get it to them on time,

then, you know, I'm...

I'm back.

I will be legit again,
they will trust me again

and the money that will follow, Jade...

... I can take care of you.

Please.

I need them.

And you promise you'll take care of me?

I promise.

Let's get to work on your movie.

Christ, what an evening.

I'm exhausted.

Oh, you're not staying here tonight.

Is that so?

I want you to pack your
things and leave, now.

Oh, knock it off, Simone.

I'm angry enough as it is.

You're angry?

My daughter may never speak to me again.

Oh, and whose fault is that?

If you'd just kept your mouth
shut instead of humiliating me.

I was provoked.

Oh, so there was no possible way
you could suppress the impulse

to blow up the entire evening?

Says the man who couldn't stop himself

from sneaking off to the
men's room for a quickie.

Oh, fuck you!

I've spent my whole damn
life controlling myself,

hiding the central fact of my existence

so I wouldn't disappoint my family,
my friends or my wife.

Hector was the only person

who ever saw me for the man I truly am,

not the one I was pretending to be.

You have no idea what he meant to me.

Stop romanticizing your
grubby little fling.

I loved him!

He asked me to run away with him.

Um, but I-I had made
a commitment to you,

so I chose to stay.

I am your wife.

Am I supposed to be grateful
that you didn't walk out?

I just want you to see it
from my perspective for once.

Just think

about what it may have cost me
to honor the vow I made to you.

So no, Simone, I do not expect you

to be grateful for the sacrifice I made,

but for fuck's sake,
at least acknowledge it.

I am going to bed.

Not in the guest room.

In our room, in our bed.

You sleep where you like.

The Thompsons just left.

Said to thank you for a lovely time.

So, you're not talking to me.

What am I supposed to say?

It was a party.

I wasn't gonna cause a scene.

He hurt her, right in front of you,

and you did nothing.

What was I supposed to do? Hit him?

I mean, I'm sure our guests
would have loved that.

You could have at least confronted him.

Reminded him that kind of
behavior is unacceptable.

The guy had been drinking.

I-I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt her.

This is not the first time
he's gotten rough with her.

How do you know that?

She had several bruises on her arm.

That's why she's wearing long
sleeves on such a hot day.

If it's that bad,
why doesn't she leave him?

And where would she go, Rob? Here?

Will you let her sleep on our sofa?

Jesus, Beth Ann, I don't know.

And what if Ralph comes
banging on our door

in the middle of the night
to try to drag her back?

Would you have the balls
to stand up to him then?

Don't use that kind of language.

Of course you wouldn't.
You would just slink away

like the coward you are!

Okay!

He's not the perfect husband.

It's not my job to judge him!

Would you like the neighbors
coming in here and judging you

for not being the perfect mother?

Huh?!

I'm just saying, leave it alone.

I didn't know you were still here.

I was just upstairs.

Just... picking up some trash.

So you heard everything?

Yeah.

What was that all about?

Honey.

It's okay.

You can talk to me.

Whatever it is, I don't judge.

Our daughter died because of me.

I'm the one who's responsible.

Simone.

What are you doing here?

I need to know.

Do you love him?

I do.

Okay, then invite me in.

We have a lot to talk about.

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