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NARRATOR:
Previously onWhy Women Kill...

You know, a spot's opened up
in the Garden Club.

It's considered the finest
in Los Angeles.

We're having a gathering
at my house on Saturday.

You're inviting me to a party?

Oh, honey. They don't let frumps

into the Elysian Park
Garden Club.

Oh, no. The needle.

GRACE:
My Aunt Enid

had one just like it.

She died four years ago.

The man I need you to follow
is my lover.

So you're the cheater?

My lover's name
is Scooter Polarsky.

You're late.

Sorry, Scooter.

[Rita and Scooter moaning]

-Rita?
-Carlo?

[grunts]

[gasps]

-It seems I'm dying.
-I know.

When a dog or cat is ready
to die, we help them.

We should show human beings
the same kindness.

Alma?

I'm off to work. You awake?

NARRATOR:
In fact, Alma Fillcot had not
slept a wink all night long.

The mysterious box in her attic
kept taunting her, whispering,

"Your husband has a secret."

But she refused to believe it.

She knew Bertram Fillcot was
the kindest man she'd ever met.

She had learned this years ago.

The night Tom Madison
broke her heart.

[jazz music playing]

♪

[crying]

[sobs]

[rustling]

What are you doing?

[stammers]

I found a baby bird
on the ground.

I'm putting it back in its nest.

Aren't you worried
about your tux?

No.

Just worried about the bird.

There you go, little buddy.

Be more careful in the future.

[sighs]

Be right down.

[grunts]

That was very kind of you.

I didn't do so much.

You were right.

My tux is a goner.

Guess I'll have to call it
a night.

You're not going back
to the dance?

I don't know many girls
that would dance with me

looking like this.

Good night.

I'd dance with you.

The rip doesn't matter to me.

Not in the slightest.

My name is Alma, by the way.

Alma Wilkins.

Yes, uh, I know.

You do?

I've seen you around school.

I always thought you were nice.

I was right.

[chuckles]

So, what's your name?

Oh, I'm Bertram Fillcot.

So, Miss Wilkins...

would you do me the honor?

NARRATOR:
Even after all these years,

Alma Fillcot still loved
her husband.

But she now suspected he was
keeping something from her.

So she decided to learn
everything she could

about the secrets he was hiding
inside that mysterious box.

And, like Pandora before her,
she was completely unprepared

for the evil
that was about to burst forth.

♪

As Alma studied
the various items

she'd found
in her husband's box...

...there was one in particular
that caught her eye.

And worried her.

Greatly.

Oh, good. You're finally up.

Been dying to find out
what happened yesterday.

What do you mean?

The party.

-Did it go well?
-Oh.

Are the Garden Club ladies
going to invite you to join?

That. Um, you know, I-I don't,
I don't think so.

I don't think I made
a very good impression.

Oh, Mom. I'm sorry.

Are you devastated?

Um...

Probably.

I haven't had time to decide.

Excuse me.

This looks like
a cleaning woman.

You said take a photo
of every dame

who went into his apartment.

That's the only one
who waltzed in.

Galumphed in is more like it.

If Scooter is having an affair,

it is not with
that fat old thing.

If you say so.

You want me to keep tailing him?

One more week, to be sure.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I need to get to the hospital

to check
on my husband's condition.

-Yeah, I heard he had a stroke.
-Oh, it's devastating.

Carlo can still see and hear,
but he can't speak or move.

The doctors say it's like
he's trapped in his own body.

That's rough.

Yes, well, if he has
to be stuck in anyone's body,

I'm glad it's his for a change
and not mine.

I'm starting to think
you don't care

if your husband lives or dies.

Oh, I don't mean
to sound callous.

It's just...

I look so good in black.

[phone ringing]

[sighs]

Nurse?

When you're done in there,

could you tell Carlo's doctor
I want to speak to him?

Oh, and I'd kill
for a cup of coffee,

if there's
a fresh pot somewhere.

I am not your maid, Rita.

And the nurses are here
to heal my father,

not to pamper his concubine.

Catherine...

what a nice surprise.

Why didn't you tell me
my father was ill?

If his lawyer hadn't called,
I would still be in Texas.

Sorry, but I've been busy.

Oh, I'm sure
spending my father's money

takes up a lot of your day.

Don't worry, Papa.

Your dumpling is here
to take care of you.

Dumpling?

Do you not know
how he feels about you?

You're an only child
and still not his favorite.

I was owed a phone call.

The family trust clearly states

that I'm in charge
of every decision

involving my father's health.

How did that happen?

You may have nicer legs, but...

I have better lawyers.

And they say I have the power
to take him back home.

Did you hear that, Papa?

I'll be taking care of you
from now on.

So you're taking him
back to Texas?

Yes.

And now I have to go and speak
with the doctors, and, no...

...you may not join us.

Oh, she's taking you
out of my life, Carlo.

Whatever shall I do?

Besides cartwheels, I mean.

[chuckles]

Hey.

Morning, Mr. Polarsky.

The usual?

SCOOTER:
You know it, doll.

[door opens, entry bell jingles]

[register dings]

You again.

So, what'll it be?

Cup of joe
followed by six refills?

And some toast.

I'm feeling adventurous.

Craziest thing.

I, uh,
I thought I saw you last night,

over in Chinatown.

Yeah.

That was me.

Oh.

Did, uh, you see me?

Maid's getup?

Old lady wig?

Yeah, you were hard to miss.

Look, about that...

Listen. You don't owe me
an explanation.

Whatever's going on
between you and that guy,

it's none of my business.

Why do you think there's a guy?

Well, for starters,
you were in a disguise,

and it ain't Halloween.

Okay, yeah, there's a guy.

But it's a complicated.

Is it?

Don't act like
you get what's going on,

'cause you don't.

You're right.

I don't get why
a smart girl like you

would let some jerk
humiliate her.

He's not a jerk.

He's in a jam, is all.

But deep down he's good people.

NARRATOR:
Alma Fillcot went into town
that day

to learn the truth behind her
husband's mysterious collection.

She knew in her heart,
there was a simple explanation.

She was wrong.

Miss Moran?

[knock on door]

[door opens]

Hello?

Miss Moran, are you home?

Hello?

Um, you don't know me,

but I-I have something
that belongs to you.

Oh.

Miss Moran.

[whispering]:
Miss Moran?

Are you asleep?

Miss Moran?

Oh, my God.

[panting]

♪

-Hello.
-[dog barks]

How did it go?

I hope Duke didn't give you
too much trouble.

-Nope. He behaved like royalty.
-Oh.

Oh, I've got the...

-prescription here
for his eye drops.
-Oh.

Thank you again, Dr. Fillcot.

Oh, wait. I almost forgot.

I brought a gift for Alma.

Oh. You know my wife?

Well, we just met
at a party yesterday.

But she did the sweetest thing
for me,

so I bought her some chocolates.

What on earth did she do?

Do you remember my Aunt Enid?

Who died?

Yes, uh...

heart attack.

Sweet soul.

Yes, well, after her death, some
jewelry she owned went missing.

But thanks to your wife,

I now have it back.

[chuckles]

Did she say where she found it?

Oh, I don't know,
some rummage sale, I think.

Anyway, wasn't it just darling
of her to return it? [chuckles]

Yes, darling.

I wonder why
she didn't tell me herself.

Well, when you give her
the chocolates,

do tell her they're
from Belgium, please.

That's the expensive kind.

Come, Duke.

Hello, Bertram.

We need to talk.

They're mementos.

Things that once belonged
to friends.

Patients.

People I've met.

People who are now dead.

If they were alive,
I wouldn't need mementos.

If they're
just harmless keepsakes,

then why do you hide them
in the attic?

You're very emotional.

Well, of course I'm emotional.

I just saw a dead woman.

A dead woman?

Your friend Maisie Moran.

I saw her name on your latest...

souvenir.

So I looked up her address.

I wanted to talk to her.

But it was too late for a chat.

That must be very upsetting
for you.

Let me get you some tea.

I don't want tea.

Bertram, I want answers!

Were you there last night?

Yes.

[sighs]

I'm sure that there is
a perfectly logical explanation

for all of this.

And now would be
a really good time

for you to share that with me.

Because the most
dreadful thoughts

are racing through my mind.

Things that can't possibly
be true.

Please tell me what is going on.

Maisie was very ill.

You're saying that she...

died of natural causes?

Bertram.

What happened last night?

She deserved a beautiful death,

and I made sure she got one.

You made sure?

It's why I was there.

To help her die peacefully.

What do you mean you helped her?

With an injection.

It's the same drug
I use in my practice.

You put her to sleep?

Like she was a dog?

She was on the verge
of so much suffering.

They all were.

They allwere?

Yes, each was dying
of something.

Alcoholism,

heart disease, cancer.

When there's no possibility
of a cure, then...

I bring peace.

You killed all these people?

No, I helped them.

Helped them?

Did...

Did they ask you to?

Well...

Oh, my God.

[hyperventilating]

What's wrong?

I can't breathe.

My heart is pounding.

You need to calm yourself.

Let me get you a sedative.

Don't you come near me!

No. Don't. [whimpers]

Alma, surely you don't think...

-You stay back. Back!
-Alma.

-Get away. Ah!
-Darling.

-[screaming]
-Alma.

[panting]

Alma.

Look, I-I know
you've had a shock.

But... there's really no need
to overreact.

You kill people for a hobby!

It's not possible to overreact!

Hobby? No.

You don't understand.

Those sweet souls, the...

the ones I helped,
they were alone

and scared,

with nothing to look forward to

but unimaginable pain.

I eased them out of life
to protect them.

I showed them mercy.

The first person I helped
in this way, she...

She asked me to.

She begged me.

You should have seen
her face afterwards.

Oh, it was so peaceful.

Ever since then,
it's become my calling.

Alma, are you listening to me?

[trash can clattering]

What?

You've never conducted
a fire safety drill before?

Darling, please.

Can we talk about this?

[door opens]

-Alma?
-No.

Don't come any closer!

Where are you going?

Where do you think I'm going?
To the police!

Can't we talk about this?

You know I'd never hurt you.

I'm not afraid you'll hurt me.

I'm afraid you'll helpme.

-No. No. [screams]
-Alma...

[panting]

Back up.

Get back.

-Alma?
-[Alma groans]

[car door closes, engine starts]

Scooter, I've been thinking.

How'd you like
to come live with me?

You mean shack up?

Well, what about Carlo?

His bitch of a daughter is
taking him back home to Texas.

Oh, swell.

When should I start packing?

Today, if you'd like.

But since I'm still married,

we'll need a cover story
to explain you being there.

Oh, right.

So we don't scandalize
the Garden Club.

[chuckles] Exactly.

So we'll tell people
you're my chauffeur.

-A chauffeur?
-Mm-hmm.

But I'm an actor.

Mm.

Okay, an aspiring actor.

And I'm an aspiring widow.

So while we wait
for our dreams to come true,

you'll stay in my guesthouse.

Trust me, it beats this pigsty.

That woman who cleans for you
isn't just old, she's blind.

I never said
I have a cleaning lady.

[chuckles]

Oh, you must have.

How else could I know about her?

You know what?

Let's leave things how they are.

I want you as my lover,
not my boss.

Oh, for God's sake,
it's temporary.

Carlo is inches from death.

And once I have his money,

we can spend it on anything
you'd like.

Travel, parties.

Give up my freedom
for a few shindigs?

Pasadena.

I will have millions of dollars.

And...

there might even be enough
to finance a film...

starring my former chauffeur.

Are you serious?

Of course I am,
my beautiful boy.

Now, what do you say?

I say...

car's all gassed up,
Mrs. Castillo.

Where to?

Paradise.

And step on it.

Alma Fillcot?

Rita.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I was just around the block,
interviewing a new chauffeur.

Uh, so,
Grace phoned me last night.

She went on and on about you.

She did?

Yes.
She said you were very sweet.

You returned some old trinket?

Yes, her-her cameo.

Anyway, she's very grateful,

and she wants to nominate you
for the open spot in the club.

Oh, my God.

I just didn't think
I'd ever be nominated.

[laughing]

No one did.

But you now have Grace
on your side.

So, good for you.

Do you really think
I have a chance?

Maybe.

Ada Coy was my first choice,
but...

Well, her husband
was just caught

embezzling money from his bank.

Obviously,
we can't admit someone

whose husband might be arrested.

Oh.

Wh-Why not?

The Elysian Park Garden Club
has a sterling reputation.

We can't be associated
with a public scandal.

Right.

That would be awkward.

What if she didn't know
what her husband had done?

Oh. She's his wife.

She should have known.

Poor Ada.

I know.

She'll probably
have to leave town.

No one decent will want to have
a thing to do with her now.

It's not fair.

But the good news is,
now you have a shot.

Someone will call you soon

to set up a date
for your interview.

Oh, and, um,

when that day comes, Alma,

speaking as a friend...

Yes?

Don't wear that.

Are you crazy? You can't
move this kid in here.

Oh. Lots of women have drivers.

Middle-aged men with a gut.

If you move a gorgeous young kid
in here, people will talk.

Well, I'll just... I'll tell
everyone he's an actor

and I'm only moving him in
so I can mentor him.

People won't talk then.

No, they'll laugh.

[doorbell rings]

That must be Scooter now.

His name is Scooter?

[sighs]
I know.

I begged him to change it.

Catherine?

What are you doing here?

Oh, I brought you a present.

Your husband.

Come on, Papa.

Home sweet home.

But you said he was going
to live with you in Texas.

And when I saw how happy
that made you,

I knew I'd made a mistake.

Then it occurred to me
that I can live here,

look after Papa,

and keep an eye on you, as well.

Isabel, you can use the elevator

to take my father
up to his room.

Isabel, no.

Carlo is not staying.

Father pays for your salary.

Not her.

Yes, Miss Castillo.

-Sorry, Mrs. Castillo.
-[scoffs]

You. You... [grunts]

This is my home, Catherine,
and I want you to leave.

My father's name is on the deed,
so what you want is irrelevant.

Wheel Papa to the window,
Isabel.

He likes looking at the flowers.

[stammers] This is insane.

He needs better care
than we can give him here.

You seem awfully eager
to get him out of your hair.

Do you have some gigolo
waiting in the wings?

[scoffs] How dare you
question my fidelity?

Yoo-hoo!

Anyone home?

Excuse me.

What the hell's going on?

You have to leave now.

CATHERINE:
Rita, where are you?

Oh, crap.

-Give me this.
-Hey. What are you doing?

-Shh. Give me this.
-What?

Who is this?

Oh, for Christ's sake,
Catherine.

It's just my dry cleaner.

I-I hope you haven't lost
any more buttons.

Isabel.

Put these dresses away.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Oh, did I forget a tip?

There.

Off you go.

Aw. Thanks, Mrs. Castillo.

See you later.

Hmm.

I can't believe
you just did that.

Did what?

You tipped him a whole dollar.

If that's how you're spending
Papa's money,

it's a good thing I'm here.

[scoffs] What I spend
is none of your business.

Oh, but everything you do
is my business now.

Morally and legally.

And if I find legal grounds to
sue for divorce on his behalf,

I will do so.

And take you out of his will.

[scoffs]

So that's your plan?

To inherit
the whole shebang yourself?

I don't need Papa's money.

But I sure would love
to take it away from you.

Scooter? Scooter.

-Rita.
-Oh, come here.

Who the heck was that?

Oh, it's Carlo's daughter.

She brought the S.O.B. home.

-Well, how long is she going
to be here?
-Who knows?

We'll talk about it tonight
at your place,

-if I can get away.
-Wait.

What about my garment bag?

Mr. Scotty.

Thanks so much.

A-And it-it's Scooter.

You should really think about
"Scotty." It's better.

Mom.

What are you doing here?
I was just about to head home.

Well, then I'm glad
I caught you.

Um...

is there someplace else
that you could go tonight?

A-a friend you could stay with?

I guess. Why?

Well, there's a...

a problem at home

with your father, and I...

it needs to be dealt with.

I just thought it might be
better if we were alone tonight.

What's the matter?

Is Dad sick?

Maybe.

But not in the way
that you mean.

I don't understand.

I can't go into it now.

Not here.

Mom, you're scaring me.

Sit down.

-[door opens,
entry bell jingles]
-Come on.

Dee, your...

your father is not the man
I thought he was. [crying]

Is there another woman?

There was.

Oh, God.

So, Daddy...

[groans]

I'm so sorry.

What are you going to do?

If I do what I should, then...

I'll lose everything
I've ever dreamed of.

If I do nothing, then
how will I live with myself?

People will talk.

They'll find out.

What would they say about me?

My whole life,

you've been worried
about other people's opinions.

Put their needs
ahead of your own.

Maybe it's time to be selfish.

For once in your life,

just do whatever
makes you happy.

You know, I'm...

I'm very proud of the woman
you've turned into.

I don't think
I tell you that enough.

No, you don't.

[both laugh]

So...

What happens now?

What a good question.

-[door closes]
-[sighs]

How's that, Papa?

Not too hot?

I agree.

It's just right.

I got to get your pills ready.

Shoot.

I'm missing one.

I'll be back.

You need to bathe your husband.

I thought
you were going to do it.

Oh, I left some of his pills
in the drugstore,

so I have to go get them.

I'll go get 'em.

It closes in ten minutes, and...

I don't trust you
to get there on time or...

in one piece.

Is Isabel upstairs?

I want you to do it,
you drunken fool.

Just go upstairs,

and make sure his bathwater
doesn't get cold.

Hey, Carlo.

Nurse Rita reporting.

Is the water getting cold?

Sure looks that way.

You know...

It's been 15 years.

I lived up to my end
of the bargain.

But I think it's your turn now.

I have so much unused love
in my heart.

[groans]

Let me find someone I can give
it to, while I'm still young.

Oh, come on.

It's the last favor
I'll ever ask of you.

Please.

Die for Rita.

CATHERINE:
Rita?

Turns out I left the pills
in the car.

How are we doing in here?

Ay, por Dios, Rita.

I told you to keep the water
warm, not scalding.

Can't you even get
his bath right?

Oh, I'm sorry.

It was just my first try.

Maybe I'll get it right
next time.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Daddy, it's me.

Oh. Dee.

Hello.

Will you be home soon?

No.

Mom asked me to spend the night
somewhere else.

Oh, right, y-your mother
came to see you?

Yes.

Oh.

Dad,
I am so disappointed in you.

What did she say, exactly?

You've been seeing
another woman.

She said that?

How could you?

She's given you the best years
of her life,

and this is how
you pay her back?

With lies?

Mm, I, I don't what to say.

But I just want you to know
that I never meant

to hurt her.

Oh, not that old line.

You were supposed to be
one of the good ones.

And the worst part is,

I have no one
to look up to anymore.

-Dee.
-[phone hangs up]

-[dial tone]
-Dee?

♪

SCOOTER [over intercom]:
Yeah?

Scooter, get down here. It's me.

[panting]

What are you doing here?

Sorry. Long story, but I can't
spend the night at home.

I tried to go
to my friend Karen's,

but she's got family
in from Bakersfield.

Don't you got any other friends?

Not when it's raining.

-Are you going to let me in?
-[stammers]

I think my rich lady friend's
having me tailed.

Someone could be watching us
right now.

I'm asking for one night.

It's pouring buckets,
for God's sake.

Ah. Sorry, doll.

I can't lose my meal ticket.

Hey, I'll make it up to you.

[thunder rumbles]

Damn it.

Need a lift?

Vern.

What are you doing here?

What does it matter?
You're soaked.

Wait a minute.

Are you following me?

I am not following you.

Then what are you doing here
for the second night in a...?

Oh, my God.

You're the one tailing Scooter?

Is that why you've been
coming into the diner?

Well, we'll discuss it later.
Just get in.

No.

Dee.

Hold up.

You're a dirty gumshoe.

So what if I am?

You are going to catch
your death out here.

Well, why do you care?

Do I need a reason?

Okay.

Now, where's home?

I'm not going home.

I need a motel.

Okay. I know one.

It's clean. It's safe.

I got a question.

Did Scooter's
rich lady friend hire you?

Yeah.

She doesn't trust him.

Apparently, with good reason.

I can't believe you took that
woman's money to follow him.

I thought you were a good guy.

If that haircut
is your boyfriend,

you're not much of a judge
on what makes a good guy.

We have an arrangement.

It works.

Well, maybe I'm dumb, but...

I'll never understand
what you see in him.

He looks like a movie star.

Girls like me never end up
with guys who look like him.

Yeah.

Yeah, I put up with a lot.

But for an hour, twice a week,
I own his beauty.

During that 60 minutes,

I forget about all the guys
I had crushes on,

all those jerks

who never gave me
the time of day, and...

...and I forgive 'em.

Just a little.

Look, I'm sorry if I...

Just drive.

The desk clerk who runs
this place is a pal of mine.

I helped him out of a jam once,
back when I was a cop.

He'll take good care of you.

Dee?

What's her name?

The woman you work for?

I can't say.

It wouldn't be professional.

Do you think she loves Scooter?

Haven't a clue.

All I know is,
she doesn't want to share him.

You know,
the world's full of men.

Decent men
who'd treat you right.

Well, if you meet one,
tell him to hurry it up.

I'm tired of waiting.

I'll get the word out.

[exhales sharply]

So...

what are you going to say
to this rich lady about me?

You mean Scooter's maid?

Well, what can you say
about that sweet old woman?

She's got a heart of gold.

[chuckles]

Well, I'll see you.

Hey.

I was wrong.

You are a good guy.

[chuckles]

[thunder rumbling]

♪

[door closes]

[keys jingle]

♪

Bertram?

What is that?

It's-it's a letter.

[stammers]

"By the time you read this,
I will be..."

Bertram, is this a suicide note?

The drug in this vial...

will make my death seem
like a heart attack.

You can dispose of the evidence

and tell people I'd been
complaining of chest pains.

No one has to know
I took my life.

Or why.

You really are the most
selfish man that ever lived.

[crying]

I was only thinking of you,
Alma.

Trying to spare you pain.

By killing yourself?

Leaving me alone
without the husband that I love?

I didn't think
you still loved me.

Well, of course
I still love you.

[sniffles]
You might be a demented lunatic,

but you're still my Bertie.

Are you just
going to just stand there?

Help me dry. [crying]

I'm confused.

I thought you were going
to turn me in to the police.

ALMA:
You can't be half
as confused as I am.

BERTRAM:
I'll do whatever it is
you ask, Alma.

What is it you want?

I want my old life back!

I want to pretend
none of this ever happened!

[crying]

That's what I want, too.

Perhaps we can put it all
behind us,

never speak of it again.

It's not enough
not to speak of it, Bertram.

The killing has got to stop!

All right.

No.

Swear it.

Give me your solemn oath.

-Never again.
-Ever?

Bertram.

Fine. I swear.

I'll never kill anyone,
ever again.

In that case...

In that, in that case what?

You won't be needing these.
Will you?

No. I'll put them back
in the attic.

No, no.

These are going in the trash.

You can't toss them.

We'd be dishonoring
those people's memories.

Memories are exactly
what I'm trying to avoid.

Alma, wait.

Can't we talk about this?

No.

I'm not spending one more night
under the same roof

with you and your collection
of murder souvenirs.

Bertram!
Don't you dare touch those!

Look, if you don't want to keep
my collection in the house,

we can store it someplace else.

That you want to keep it at all
is a very troubling sign.

Are we moving past this,
or aren't we?

BERTRAM:
Yes.

What are you doing?

I'm not sleeping
in the same bed with you.

Ever?

Well, certainly not tonight.

Sleep in Dee's room.

She won't be home.

BERTRAM:
She told me.

Did you tell Dee
that I cheated on you?

I told her I was upset
with you.

She assumed that was the reason.

And you let her believe that?

What was I supposed to say?
"Don't worry, dear.

"Your father would never
touch another woman...

except to kill her"!

[gasps]

Well, it just hurts me that Dee
now sees me as an adulterer.

Bertram.

You have murdered
dozens of people.

You don't get to pout!

You can hardly call it murder.

The people I helped
were about to die anyway.

Then why not just let
nature take its course?

-Because nature is cruel.
-[sighs]

It takes away hope
and leaves nothing but pain.

I can't bear to stand idly by
and just watch someone suffer.

Then look away.

[thunder cracks]

Honestly.

If I find out that you have
helpedone more person,

I will turn you in.

Even if it brings shame
on me and Dee.

This ends now, Bertram.

I mean it.

There will be no more death.

[screams]

That sounded dire.

[thunder cracks]

Oh, my God.

Mrs. Yost.

Alma, call an ambulance!

Bertram, look at the trellis.

She was up there
listening to us.

So what?

She needs an ambulance. Quickly.

Hang on, Mrs. Yost.
Help is on the way.

[Alma panting]

Bertram...

I think she's dead.

Oh, Mrs. Yost.

Well, I guess we'll have to call
the police now.

Wait. Wait! Wait!
Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.

Wait? What for?

If the police come,
then what will we tell them?

Well, the truth. She was
eavesdropping and she fell.

Why was she eavesdropping?

They're going to want to know
what was going on in our house

lurid enough
to make a 70-year-old woman

climb a trellis.

There's going to be
so many questions.

Rumors.

All over town.

And after all
of your crimes, Bertram.

Crimes which even I
was able to uncover.

Do we dare invite
that kind of scrutiny?

What choice do we have?

Alma. Alma.

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