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Hollywood...

It's a town that's always

attracted a certain
kind of woman.

She arrives, ready to do battle

with lipstick and cleavage
as her weapons of choice.

She is confident of victory

because she knows what
life has taught her

that beauty

is power.

But this is not a story
about a woman with power.

Oh, no.

This is about another
kind of woman.

The middle-aged housewife
no one ever talks about.

The drab sparrow no
one has time for.

The plain Jane who is
never invited to the party.

She has no beauty to draw upon.

No style.

No grace.

This timid creature
moves through life

as if invisible.

Still, she never complains.

Years of neglect have taught her

not to expect too
much from life.

She's been told
it's best to wait.

That one day, "the meek
shall inherit the Earth."

Yes, this is the
story of Alma Fillcot.

A very meek woman, who, one day

got tired of waiting.

Alma Fillcot's journey from
inconsequential to infamous

began with a story
in the morning paper.

Her life began to change

when someone else's
life had ended.

Bertram. Wake up.

Vonda Van Essen is dead.

Who?

She's the founder of the
Elysian Park Garden Club.

It's considered the
finest in Los Angeles.

And it's very exclusive.

The competition to
get in is fierce.

They never have more than
20 members at a time,

but Vonda's death means
there'll be an opening.

Normally, I wouldn't
dare to dream,

but we both know I've done
wonders with my garden.

So, do you think I should apply?

Do you think I have any
hope at all of getting in?

I think that the women
in that club would

be lucky to have
you as a member.

But they are all
rich society types.

Their gardens are tended
to by professionals.

And if the competition
is as fierce as you say,

well...

You're right.

It's idiotic to get my hopes
up. Forget I mentioned it.

- Okay.
- Hmm.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye.

Morning, Mom.

Oh. Dee, you're up.

Do you want breakfast?

I'll just grab a
bite at the diner.

Oh, hold on. Your hem's undone.

Let me fix it for you.

I work behind a counter, Ma.

Who's gonna see?

Well, you might meet a nice man.

You don't want to seem sloppy.

I'll ask Sue to fix it.

She knows her way around
a needle and thread.

Don't insult me, Dee.

I know
how to sew a hem.

Heavens. Anyone can hem.

So, I heard you
talking to Daddy.

There's some club
you want to join?

I see these Garden
Club ladies every week

at this bistro downtown.

I plan my shopping so I can
walk by and get a look at them.

They're so chic.

And they seem to have
so much fun together.

I'd be happy every
day of my life

if I had a group of
elegant friends like that.

So, how does someone
join a club like that?

Oh, well, you have to be
nominated by a current member.

And then they vote.

But I don't know
any of those women.

Except Rita Castillo,
the club president.

I met her at your
father's clinic.

Talk to her. I bet
she'd help you.

Oh, I don't know.

I've introduced myself
to her a few times,

but she never seems
to remember me.

Guess I'm just not
very memorable.

I say give it one more try.

Nah, I'd just be
wasting my time.

Maybe.

But what's that old saying?

Nothing ventured,
nothing gained.

There.

Your hem is done.

Good, because I'm really late.

Dee?

How would I go about it?

I can't just walk
up to Rita Castillo

and say, "I'd like
to join your club."

Can I?

It's what a memorable
woman would do.

It was the great
irony of Alma's life.

While she yearned for some
kind of companionship,

her husband had more friends
than he knew what to do with.

Yes, everyone who knew
Dr. Bertram Fillcot adored him.

Especially his patients.

Hello. Oh.

- Morning, Rona.
- Morning, Doctor.

Who's up first?

Maisie Moran and Biscuit.

Oh, dear.

- Is that today?
- Mm-hmm.

Hello, Mrs. Moran.

How you doing?

Not so good, Doc.

I was thinking, maybe we
could wait a couple of weeks.

You know? What's the rush?

Well, I understand, but...

Biscuit is in terrible pain.

And, uh, I hate to see
unnecessary suffering.

You're right.

It's time.

You play music for the animals?

Yes. It's important for me that
their last moments be beautiful.

Wow, Doc.

You're so sweet.

Okay.

Sweet little Biscuit.

You were always such a good boy.

Your mother's right here with
you, like she's always been.

You were an exceptional dog.

And you need to know that
your life had meaning.

You brought joy.

You were loved.

And you will be remembered.

Hello there.

So sorry to intrude.

I-I'm-I'm meeting a fellow
gardening enthusiast

after lunch, and I brought
this new bloom to show her.

It's a Lady Marchbanks
hybrid tea rose.

Isn't it lovely?

I-I-I was sitting over
there, at my table,

and I looked up and I thought,

"Oh, my. Are those the
Garden Club ladies?

Maybe they'd like
to see it, too."

I didn't want to disturb you.

I'm actually quite
shy by nature.

But here I am

rose in hand.

Do I know you?

Yes.

Yes, we've actually met.

Twice.

She's your veterinarian's wife.

That's me.

Alma Fillcot.

I know your cat Mr. Buttons.

How nice. We have
mutual friends.

Um, if any of you would like
to try growing this rose,

I do have some seeds here,

in my purse, and I'm
more than happy to...

Alma, I've just had a fun idea.

Oh?

We're having a gathering
at my place Saturday.

Why don't you come by?

Show us your little seeds then?

You're inviting me to a party?

Because of Mrs. Von
Essen's passing,

we're now calling it a memorial.

Should I wear black?

Only if you want to
look like a waiter.

Here you go.

Oh. Thank you!

I'll see you Saturday!

And just like that,

Alma became enthralled
with the goddess

that was Rita Castillo.

She might have felt differently

if she'd known about
Rita's private life.

Which was very sordid,

indeed.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Vern Loomis,

the private investigator.

You found him.

And how can I help you, Miss...?

Mrs. Carlo Castillo.

Can I trust you to be discreet?

For the right price, I
can be quiet as a tomb.

Wonderful.

I hear your specialty is
investigating infidelity.

It's my bread and butter.

You think your husband
is cheating on you?

No.

The man I need you to
follow is my lover.

So you're the cheater?

Only if you're working
for my husband.

This has been one
hell of a lousy day.

But you were real
sweet in there.

Thank you, Doc.

Look, forgive me for
saying this, but, uh,

I'm worried about your color.
You look ever so tired.

That's 'cause I work nights.

I'm a singer down
at the Maui Lounge.

Ah. A chanteuse.

You should drop by sometime.

I'm there all week.

Show starts at 10:00.

It's, it's a bit late for us.

My wife and I tend
to retire early.

Oh. You're married.

Happily?

Very.

Like I said

one hell of a lousy day.

My lover's name is...

God help me, Scooter Polarsky.

That's his address and headshot.

An actor?

Has he ever been in anything?

Besides debt?

No.

So you like to support the arts?

This is not some tawdry
affair, Mr. Loomis.

I care deeply about
this young man.

The guy you want me to tail?

Scooter is immature.

He has not yet grasped the
importance of fidelity.

That's funny

coming from Mrs. Castillo.

Carlo is a vile man
with a weak heart.

When we got married, he swore
he wouldn't make it to 70.

He's now 80.

If he's not going to
keep his wedding vows,

why should I?

Oh, Mrs. Yost.

Good morning.

Are you, uh, familiar at all

with the Elysian
Park Garden Club?

Oh, yeah.

I used to know those broads.

Very la-di-da.

Why?

Rita Castillo, the president,

has invited me to a party.

This time of year?

Oh, no.

She invited you to
their annual fundraiser.

A fundraiser?

Once a year, they open the gates

and let the peasants gawk
at their fancy flowers.

And they charge ten
bucks for the privilege.

Rita's going to charge me?

Sorry to burst your bubble.

Well, you know what?

M-Maybe it's worth it. You know?

A spot's opened up in the club.

This could be a chance for me
to meet some of the members

and ingratiate myself.

Maybe one of them will
want to nominate me.

Oh, honey.

What?

Why are you looking
at me that way?

That club is an excuse
for bored society types

to gossip and sip
Chablis in the afternoon.

And they only do that
with their own kind.

You're saying I won't fit in?

Sweetie

you're a housewife.

So you dress for comfort.

You do your own hair.

Your idea of dolling up

is wearing lipstick to church.

You act like I'm
not presentable.

Check your closet.

Got anything in there beside
tweed and sensible shoes?

No.

Because you're a frump,

and there's nothing
wrong with that.

But they don't let frumps

into the Elysian
Park Garden Club.

Gigi, how's the
party coming along?

We made splendid progress.

I made those
changes to the menu.

- Excellent.
- Mm.

And what about the music?

This is Uta Klug,

Poland's most famous
concert harpist.

She's agreed to play Saturday.

- Miss Klug, what an honor.
- Thank you.

Ooh, and are those the dahlias?

Oh, Gigi. They're lovely.

- You've outdone yourself.
- Mm.

This will be my most elegant
party ever.

Hey, Rita!

What do you want, Carlo?!

Where the hell is my blue suit?

Give me a sec! I'm busy!

I need my suit.

Yes, I can see that.

Would you put on some
pants? We have company.

Oh, will you relax?

I haven't got anything

that these ladies
haven't seen before.

Well, most of them, anyway.

Bertie.

Hmm?

I ran into Rita Castillo today,

and she invited me to a party.

All the Garden Club
ladies will be there.

And if I present well,

I might have a real
chance at being nominated.

Oh.

Oh, I see.

Of course, I, I would
need a new dress.

Something exquisite.

That will take
people's breath away.

Right, right, and, uh

how much do you think
that would cost?

Bertram, this is no
time to pinch pennies.

That club is filled
with stylish women.

And I, on the other hand, am

drab and shabby.

If I have any hope
of getting in,

I have to be just
as chic as they are.

Yes. Of course.

Ah. Oh, what about the
blue dress I bought you?

Why can't you just wear that?

Because no one ever
remembers my name!

I go through life
introducing myself

over and over to people
that I've already met.

And when they finally do recall
meeting me, they don't say,

"Oh, Alma." No, I'm...

I'm the veterinarian's wife.

I have got to start
making an impression.

I can't do that in some
dowdy old blue dress.

I need to be spectacular.

For once in my life.

Here.

Take it all.

Really?

Spend every last cent.

I want people to
remember your name.

Oh, Bertie.

- Thank you.
- Oh.

Thank you.

Maybe it's time we turn in?

Oh. I couldn't
possibly sleep now.

I've got too much
planning to do.

Only got two days
till the party.

Two days to get a
dress and shoes.

- I've got to have shoes.
- Yes, shoes.

My Bertie...

You've made me so happy.

Oh.

Lovely.

Actually, I'm not
that tired either.

I might go for a walk.

D-Do you mind?

No, not at all.

Lovely.

I can't believe you came, Doc.

Curiosity got the better of me.

Thanks, Sid.

You're looking at my bruises.

I, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't stare.

Relax.

No one's roughing me up.

I got a condition.

So

Where's your wife tonight?

She not a music lover?

She's just had, uh, a
lot on her mind lately.

Everything but you, huh?

Don't get me wrong.

I do love her.

Yet here you are.

Yet here I am.

It's getting late.

Come on, Doc.

Have one more drink with Maisie.

All right, yes, one-one more.

Hey, Sid.

Hello.

Evening, Mister.

Welcome to the
Orange Grove Diner.

Our special tonight is meatloaf,

but between you and me,
it's not that special.

Yeah, I'll just, uh, I'll
just have some coffee.

Wise choice. How do you like it?

Blonde and sweet.

We're talking about
coffee. Right?

Yeah, that's just, uh,

it's my fancy way of
saying cream and sugar.

Cute.

You know, that paper
you're pretending to read

is two days old.

So it is.

Well, you got something newer?

Well, I just finished this.

Give it a try.

Masters of Crime.

Huh. You read this stuff?

Oh, I love a good murder.

The bloodier, the better.

See

violence doesn't bother me.

- Is that so?
- Yeah.

Keep that in mind
when you tip me.

That was Joe's favorite song.

He was my brother.

Died in the war.

Oh. I'm so sorry.

Got any other family?

Nope. He was the last one.

Don't got many
friends left either.

But, hey...

I got you now.

You certainly do.

Want to come up?

Have a nightcap?

: Oh.

Well...

It's late, yeah.

I have work in the morning.

Oh.

Rain check?

: Yeah. Yes.

Uh, madam?

Found anything you like?

Oh.

Yes. Well, everything
in here is just

stunning.

Um, just out of curiosity,

do you have anything in a

a slightly lower price range?

Not really.

Are you sure? I...

I'm on a somewhat
limited budget.

We have a saying here: "If
you cannot afford fashion,

you must settle for clothes."

I'll take four yards of
this fuchsia taffeta.

You know, I'm going to
an elegant garden party

on Saturday, and I
need to be noticed.

This should do it.

You drink too much.

Do I?

Oh.

It makes you do ugly things.

Like humiliate me in
front of the help.

I like taking you down a peg

when you're, uh,
playing the Grand Lady.

It's the role you hired me for.

You were late, uh,
getting home yesterday.

Um, where did you go?

I had a dress
fitting in Bel Air.

Liar.

I checked your car's odometer.

You drove three times that far.

Oh, now you're
checking my mileage?

You have a lover.

I know it.

Lord.

We haven't made it to dessert,
and you're already blotto.

I'll bet he's young and
pretty and, uh, for sale.

Just like you were.

I'm not listening to this.

It must be tough

getting old.

Hmm?

Having to pay

for what you used to sell.

That's it.

You pathetic son of a bitch.

I'm cutting you off.

No more whiskey.

He'll turn out to be more
expensive than you ever were.

Because when I catch you,
he'll cost you everything.

Go ahead.

Drink the whole
bottle. See if I care.

Nice try, Mendoza.

But I want the
money and the dame.

:
Nice try, Mendoza.

But I want the
money and the dame.

Hello?

Scooter

there's been a change of plans.

No.

Oh, no.

No, the needle.

No.

Ow.

What?

You're still up?

It's almost 4:00.

My dress isn't finished yet,
and the party's tomorrow.

Um, I found this
up in the attic.

Do you know where it came from?

Maybe it was Grandma's.

Did you ask Dad?

He's asleep.

The tag says "February 14, 1945"

and it's got the name
"Enid Dolan" written on it.

- That's odd.
- Hmm.

Well, it's in our attic.

Guess it's yours now.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Hello, lover.

Are you sure this is safe?

Oh, relax.

Carlo's upstairs, dead drunk.

It's just, these are nice digs.

I'd hate to see you get evicted.

What if we did get caught?

Would I lose my appeal if I
didn't have Carlo's money?

You think your only
appeal is your money?

I thought a house this size
might have some mirrors in it.

Oh, that was sweet. Thank you.

To tell you the truth...

I'm not that thirsty.

Rita?

Oh.

Carlo?

Are you up?

Who's down there?

I hear a man.

Shh. Um, it was just the radio.

Go back to bed.

I got you.

I got you. Got you. Got you.

Darling, we just heard
Carlo's in the hospital.

What happened?

Oh, he took a nasty fall
down the stairs last night

- and had a stroke.

The doctors aren't
sure he'll make it.

Oh, Rita, you-you
should go to him.

We'll-we'll hold
the fort down here.

The last thing you
want to do today

is host a memorial for Vonda.

No.

This is now a tribute to Carlo.

And the garden he
loved so very much.

Excuse me.

May I pour Madam
a glass of wine?

Are you insane?

My husband just had a stroke.

He's at death's door.

Put it in a teacup.

Oh.

Thank you.

Very much.

Mmm.

Excuse me.

Aah!

Alma?

Are you all right?

Rita. Yes.

I'm fine.

I was just admiring
your flowers.

They're, they're
glorious.

Thanks.

You have mulch in your bow.

Oh.

So I do.

Can't take me
anywhere.

So

Splendid party.

Are you having fun?

My husband had a
stroke last night.

- He might not survive.
- Oh, dear.

I started the day convinced
I would never laugh again.

And then

you walked in, wearing
that frock.

Oh, bless you, Alma.

You're late.

Sorry, Scooter.

It's Alma, right?

Yes. That's me.

Alma Fillcot.

Grace Burk. I'm glad
you could make it.

Oh, me, too.

Yeah, everything is just

lovely.

Do I still have mulch in my bow?

No, forgive me.

I-I was just looking at
that cameo you're wearing.

Oh. It's pretty, isn't it?

Oh, my Aunt Enid had
one just like it.

Enid?

My mother's sister.

She died, um, four
years ago now.

On Valentine's Day.

That's, um, February
14, isn't it?

I remember because I had
gotten her some candy.

Then I walked into her
home and I found her,

um, well, dead on the sofa.

Oh.

I'm, I'm very sorry.

Oh, my good... I
don't believe it.

Bet-Betsy is here.

- Oh.
- : Excuse me, Alma.

Betsy.

A waiter said you
wanted to see me.

The doctor from the
hospital is on the phone.

He needs to talk to you.

Hello, Doctor.

This is Mrs. Castillo.

Any news about my husband?

We've done some tests.

The stroke he suffered
was very serious.

And...

But he's a fighter.

His vital signs are
getting stronger

by the hour.

Stronger?

He may not regain his speech
or basic motor function.

But with home nursing
and loving care from you,

he could live another 20 years.

No! No! No! No! No!

Excuse me, Mrs. Burk.

- Oh.
- Sorry.

Um, I wanted to give you this.

Your cameo?

- Don't be silly.
- No, I, I...

I think it was your aunt's.

Read the inscription.

Oh. I, I don't
understand. H-How...?

Oh, I, I, I bought it.

Um, years ago, at
a rummage sale.

At my church.

And here I always thought one of
her nurses had sticky fingers.

W-Well, obviously I
will reimburse you.

- Oh.
- What did you pay for it?

Don't be silly. It's
a family heirloom.

It was an honor to return it.

Oh.

It's-it's late. I have to go.

So, excuse me.

- It's nice to...

Was that the
veterinarian's wife?

Her name is Alma.

And she is just the sweetest
little thing.

I wonder if she'd be
interested in joining our club.

That sure was nice.

And then some.

Go ahead.

You don't want to keep your
rich girlfriend waiting.

Hello.

It's my agent.

Uh-huh?

Oh.

Oh, no. That's all right, Max.

Yeah, it wasn't much
of a part anyway.

Mm-hmm.

All right. Bye.

The story about Lana
Turner getting discovered

at Schwab's... it's a lie.

Careers take time. You
just got to be patient.

You really think I have a shot?

Oh. With that kisser?

Of course you do.

I wish my rich lady
friend was nice like you.

She pays your bills.

She doesn't have to be nice.

I feel really bad making
you dress like that.

But if my lady friend
found out about us...

It's okay, Scoot.

I know the score.

Who knows?

Maybe I'll kick her
to the curb one day.

- And then you and I will...
- Hey.

Do me a favor.

Don't make promises
you'll never keep.

Hello.

Doc.

What are you doing here?

Well, I was in the neighborhood.

Thank you.

Come on in.

Ooh.

I wish I'd known
you were coming.

The place is in such a state.

No. No, everything's fine.

I'll just go put
these in some water.

Sure.

Oh, yeah.

I've been seeing some doctor.

He says I got cirrhosis.

It seems I'm dying.

I know.

What do you mean you know?

You're tired.

Your skin is jaundiced.

You have bruises.

Way I see it

we all got to die.

Sooner or later,
right?

Yes.

That's why we need to enjoy
ourselves while we can.

Chateau Bridgette.

It's a rather good year.

Aw, Doc.

You shouldn't have.

You sit.

I'll pour.

I didn't know you were
in the Ziegfeld Follies.

Honey, what you don't
know about me is a lot.

I started as a chorus girl.

Did a whole number,

coming down a long staircase,

never looking down,
not even once.

"Eyes out to the audience."

That's what Mr. Ziegfeld
always said.

I feel funny.

Wow.

- The room is spinning.
- Let me help you.

: Something's
happening to me, Doc.

It's just the sedative
I put in your wine.

It's relaxing you. That's all.

I can barely move.

Shh. Don't try and talk.

You know, it's, uh, it's funny.

We take such good
care of our pets.

When a dog or cat
is ready to die...

We help them.

I'm very much of the opinion

we should show human
beings the same kindness.

The disease you have is awful.

The end will come slowly

cruelly.

Hearing you have no family,
no one to take care of you.

I couldn't just stand
idly by and do nothing.

You were an exceptional woman.

You need to know that
your life had meaning.

You brought joy.

You were loved.

And you will be remembered.

Alma?