Many people, if asked, would tell you that great fortunes are built from luck.
Uncle Beauregard.
But I can personally attest that great fortunes
come from misfortune.
Somebody! Help!
After each untimely Dellacorte death, my stake in the family fortune grew.
And grew.
And contrary to current mythology,
which has me collecting trophies from my victims,
what I was actually doing
was collecting keepsakes of those I loved.
Tokens of gratitude
to those whose misfortune made my fortunate life possible.
"Why me?" I would ask no one in particular.
Why are some chosen to live a lucky life while others' lives are cut so short?
I stopped asking these questions once I learned
good fortune doesn't protect a woman from the world's condemnation.
One pays with the currency of one's very soul.
'Course, as one gathers life experience,
one also realizes once gained, a fortune must be protected.
No matter the person.
No matter how meek, moral or magnanimous.
All eventually learn the art of safeguarding our luck.
Oh, my God.
Maxine.
What have I done?
He was an inch away from snapping my neck.
You… You saved my life.
No.
- What are we gonna do? - Okay.
Maybe we should be asking the timeworn question.
"What would Norma do?"
Maxine!
- Snap out of it. - Yes. Okay.
This is a moment for action.
What would Norma do?
She would get rid of the body before Douglas's wedding tonight.
Yes. Attagirl. That's good.
Okay, let me lock the door.
Maxine, stay with me.
Two things are clear.
Mitzi can never know this happened,
and Douglas can never know that baby wasn't his.
Because if either one of them finds out either one of those things,
they will call the wedding off.
Maxine?
Yes.
Okay. I'm here.
I'm here.
- Roger dodger. - Okay, that's my girl.
- Okay. - Okay. Let's get this pig in a blanket.
Okay.
- Okay. Over here. - Here. I'll roll him to you.
- Okay. - Right here.
- That's it. Okay. - So, I just…
What do I do? I just plead self-defense?
- No. Maxine. - Evelyn.
- Yes? - You are absolutely not a murderer.
There is no stain on your soul.
But as witness to what happened to Linda,
we should all know better how the legal system treats women in this town.
Or anywhere really.
- Right. Right. Okay. - Okay? All right.
Let's… Here, I'll cover his head,
- and you get his feet. - Okay.
- Okay. You got it? - Okay. Just… Yeah.
- Are you okay? Okay. - Yes, I'm good. I'm okay. Let's get him.
- All right. - Be careful. Okay.
- Swing him around. - Swing him? Okay. I'll lift him.
Wait, wait.
- Okay, breathe. - Where're we gonna hide him?
I don't know. Somewhere where no one can find him.
- Gee. - Wait a second.
He was an alligator sommelier, right?
- Fang and Tail. They've got a gator pond. - Yes.
They'll gobble him down for good.
They'll love that revenge!
- Great. Okay. - Okay.
Okay.
Let's stuff him in the dumbwaiter and drag him to my car…
- Great. Perfect! - …and then to the Fang.
But wait.
Evelyn, you drive a Corvette.
Oh, my God. That's right. That's way too small.
Through the tunnel.
Norma's Rolls-Royce at the Dellacorte.
It's got a trunk as big as a Frigidaire!
- Brilliant. Okay. - Let's go. Okay.
Oh, God.
- Help me pull on this side. - Okay.
One, two, three.
- Okay. - Be careful.
Okay.
- Okay. Okay, let me get this side. - Let's get this open.
- One… - Two, three…
And heave and ho.
Evelyn? Why is the door locked?
- It's Eddie. - What are we gonna do?
- Oh, my God. Hide. - I gotta hide somewhere.
- Here, here. Get in here. Go! - What? Evelyn.
Get in. Get in, quickly.
I'm coming.
Why was the door locked?
Because I'm alone.
Evelyn.
I may have judged you too harshly.
And…
I'm willing to work things out with you
if you swear to me that things are over with Jed.
It's over all right.
I can guarantee you that nothing
will ever happen ever again.
She's not wrong.
- He's here now, isn't he? - Don't be irrational.
Where are you? Huh?
He is not here, and he never will be here again!
That's not a lie. Sorry.
Evelyn, this relationship,
it makes me feel insecure.
You know so much more about the world.
You're so much more sophisticated, you're…
- It's 'cause she's older. - …you're…
Say it. Older.
See?
It's clear you and I are due a larger conversation,
but at the moment I have so much to do before the wedding.
Like get rid of a dead body.
- If you could just go now… - Wait.
…and we will talk about this later.
- Evelyn. - I've got so much to do.
Please, please, believe me. We'll talk later.
You had sex with a waiter in the dumbwaiter?
- We had a dalliance. - A what?
We fucked.
All right, let's get him down to the… Let's get him down.
- Then we'll run down to the… - Basement.
- …basement and meet him there. - Hold him nice.
Well, here goes nothing.
This is probably the last time I can show my face in public
before that deranged egg maniac Madge Post brands me as Nixon's whore forever.
What are you doing?
Well, I'm sharpening my antlers.
Happy to talk to her if you want.
No. Are you coming?
I have to get the groom's cake to the caterers.
And then you have to drop me off at the Dellacorte so I can help Mitzi dress.
No can do, babe.
You're on your own.
I got the golden ticket.
The International Order of the Stag is giving me an award.
Yeah, I have to show up today at 4 o'clock at the Shiny Sheet.
They're gonna take my picture.
You're missing your best friend's wedding so you can have your photo taken?
Doug-a-boo would want this for me.
Why can't I have anything for myself?
Dinah, d…
Do you even love me anymore?
I have to get the cake to the Palm.
Blind item:
which Palm Beach socialite is rumored to be a mole for the Soviet government?
We've seen it too.
Rumor has it ole J. Edgar's none too happy.
Someone could help him. If he returns the favor.
Just, what are we talking about here?
Our boss.
Yes, the rumors are true.
We moonlight with the Russians when our interests align.
The Mole wants a meeting.
- Where? - Not so fast.
We only spill our Cuban beans if we get immunity.
That could be arranged.
The Mole wants to meet star reporter Ann Holiday at the Shiny Sheet today.
4:00 p.m. sharp.
He wants to tell his side of the story.
Instead, we are telling you.
Our blind item worked beyond our wildest dreams.
And now I am going to get the scoop of a lifetime.
No, you are not.
Look, I'm going to meet this mole by myself.
I promise, you'll get your interview from his jail cell.
But I'm sorry, Ann.
I can't let you nowhere near the Shiny Sheet today.
As I recall, I did in fact mention there was a dalliance,
I just didn't specify who it was.
Well, I can't say that I'm happy that one of my best gal pals
would withhold such a secret.
Bootlegger?
- Hello? - What is it?
- There's someone there. - What?
Here, quick.
Put some of this stuff on him.
Cover up the body. Quick.
- Who's down there? - This isn't really big enough.
Okay, good. It looks like we're setting a table.
It wasn't me.
- Mary. - Mary.
What wasn't you?
I heard kerfuffling and gunshots.
What're you talking about?
I didn't hear anyone get shot in the back.
I…
I fear that I've lost my bootlegger.
I broke the Davidsoul orb over his skull.
And so he abandoned me.
And if I find him,
I'm going to kill him.
I'm furious.
And furiously in love.
I have an idea.
Why don't you just hand this over to me and…
maybe instead, you can just yell at him.
Your boyfriend.
Maybe that's my fate.
To wander these hallowed hallways.
Forever in search of my lost love.
I've become a Brontë novel.
What a fate.
Gosh, that may be, Mary.
But in a few days, when you decide that's actually not the case,
God willing, the pool will soon be open
- at the Palm Royale. - Yeah.
And you can take in some vitamin D.
Which you need.
Bootlegger.
It worked. She didn't notice a thing. Perfect.
- It's a great cover-up. - This way.
- This way? Feet first? - Yep. Come on. Feet first.
- Okay. - Okay. I'll be right back.
Wait a second.
What?
Did Mary say she hit the bootlegger over the head with the orb?
Yes, she said that. Why?
Jed is the bootlegger.
He's been behind all this.
Running around these tunnels, fooling Mary,
working all the women in town, sending messages to Mitzi.
Oh, my gosh, it all makes sense.
- Oh, no. No, no, no. - What is it?
I think I just realized I shared a lover with Mitzi and Ma…
Mary.
- Well, you know what that means? - What?
You three are Eskimo Sisters. For life.
I've never heard that expression before,
but I can intuit what it means, and I feel like throwing up.
I believe the word is Inuit.
I know Eddie is upset with you,
and that's gotta be hard.
But I really think he'll forgive you…
'cause I really believe he loves you.
And that is rare in this town, believe me.
So, no matter what happens,
consider yourself one of the lucky ones.
You know what's funny, Maxine, and frankly very telling?
No one ever said Eddie was the lucky one.
Not once.
I was so caught up in all the things I thought I needed to do to hold onto him.
As if I were unworthy.
And the more I think about it, the more my, if I believed in psychology,
the more my subconscious motivations for sleeping with Jed
are becoming very clear.
Clear how?
Just go upstairs and get the keys to the Rolls so we can get this over with.
- Yes. Lot to process. - Go.
Okay, coast is clear.
Never mind.
Can I come in?
The FBI is here.
What? How could he have found out already?
You disappeared.
I'm sorry. I had to save my marriage.
But why are you here now?
Hoover had the offices bugged, and got us both on tape.
Well… in the act.
I'm to do as they say, or I'll be exposed.
"As they say?" What do you mean? Do what?
I have orders to show up today at the Shiny Sheet at 4:00.
They're…
They're shoot-to-kill orders.
- Okay, good news. It's not about us. - Do I look like the kind of person
- who could assassinate in cold blood? - Bad news is Tom has to kill someone.
There is another way.
Be free.
My kids.
They will love you as you are.
I guarantee that.
Kiss me.
Who the hell is gonna get killed today?
The question is, who else is gonna get killed?
Yeah, remember?
I have to go.
Rafael? Are you ready? We're gonna be late.
Who the hell's Rafael?
It's Robert's son.
He reached out.
- Robert has a son? - Yes, I'll explain. Come on.
Rafi?
So, before Robert embraced being a momo, he had a kid in Puerto Rico.
Gosh.
Yeah, he left there and came here for… reasons.
And a big story came out, and Robert's face is all over the papers.
Rafi tracked him down, and then, well, they became reunited.
- That's so touching. - I know.
Rafi, we gotta go. We're late.
- The bar. The bar. - The bar? Okay.
I have classic peanut, cashew, and this, my friend, is a filbert.
That is so interesting. Thank you, Evelyn.
- Hello, Robert. - Hi, ladies. What are you up to?
Nothing. We just came by to… borrow the Rolls.
To…
Decorate it for the happy couple.
No problem, I can take Rafi to court in my Vespa.
He's here.
- There you are. - Oh, my goodness.
Here he is. Oh, my goodness.
He looks just like you.
Welcome. I'm Maxine.
- Hi. - This is Evelyn.
- Charmed. - Hello.
I'm so sorry, you said you're going to court?
Yep. To ask that I get custody.
So he can move to Palm Beach, finish high school here,
spend some time with me so we can get to know each other a little better.
My mother will be upset,
but I hate the man she married.
He's always screaming at me.
"Be a man, Rafael. Toughen up, Rafael."
Well, I think it is wonderful that you are here getting to know your dad.
You know, I never had the opportunity to get to know my alcoholic…
Eskimo Sister.
- Do you happen to know what an Eskimo-- - Maxine, they have to get going.
And we have things to do too, don't we?
- Yes. - Have you ever ridden a Vespa?
- No. - It's so cool. We gotta go.
We're gonna have so much fun. And the day is perfect. Come on, let's go.
- Bye, ladies. - Bye.
- Bye-bye. - Bye.
- Cute. - So cute.
Okay, listen, will you tell me what's become clear,
or why you… with him.
I will tell you while we get this body to the Rolls.
- Okay. Okay. - But we gotta multitask.
Okay. Okay.
Even though my time with Eddie was fulfilling
and affirming in many ways, I…
I may not need him.
Are you saying you can conceive of existing
without having a husband or being in pursuit of a husband?
I hate to admit it, but apparently I have feelings
that just happen to align themselves with the thing they call…
feminism.
- And if you tell anyone I used that word… - No! I--
- Your secret is safe with me. - All right.
Let's feed this fucker to the alligators.
- Mitzi. - For God's sake.
- Over here. - Yes.
Evelyn, you're okay.
Thank God.
I was so sure Jed was gonna hurt you.
What? No, I'm alive, and we all are alive.
For now. But he could do anything.
He won't.
You don't know that.
I do.
Because we… reached out to our friend Virginia at the FBI
and told her we think that Jed was the--
is the killer of my twin sister.
And so, she put out an APB on him,
and apparently, he found out and fled town forever.
Right. So you never have to worry about seeing Jed ever again.
Yoo-hoo. Hello!
Maid of honor calling!
Good! Tears!
It is not a real wedding
if you are not sobbing with regret and loathing on the big day, my darling.
Does it smell like dead body?
No.
Would you mind taking Mitzi upstairs and helping her get ready?
Are you ready? Come on.
Come on.
Let's get you poured into a wedding dress. Come on.
Turn that frown upside-down.
Okay.
We've gotta hurry. The wedding's at 5:00.
- Okay. - Nope, I'm driving. You're a wreck.
Hi, ladies.
- Hi, Douglas. Goodbye, Douglas. - Douglas.
Wow.
You're looking awfully well.
I'm feeling surprisingly great, except for this annoying rash.
Max, remember how I always used to tell you
that whenever I took aspirin I'd get this rash?
Yeah, we don't have time for a shaggy-dog story, we have to get going.
Well, apparently, I am allergic.
Here's the irony,
that I'm supposed to take large quantities of aspirin
in order to counteract
- this heart condition I have… - You don't say.
…which is genetic. It's killed all the Dellacorte men early.
- Isn't that amazing? - Fascinating. Let's go.
Listen, we'll see you at your wedding. Okay?
- I gotta-- - Yeah, Max…
Look, I've been meaning to talk to you about that.
Douglas, honey, can it wait?
Look, I've just survived…
a near-death experience.
Yes.
And I've made a life with Mitzi.
A life. And that life needs to be honored.
It can't just be tossed away like some piece of garbage.
No.
A child… My child deserves to have both of its parents.
And I think that… God, I think that you of…
As an orphan would understand that as much as anybody.
So, listen. I've…
I've changed the plan.
Mitz and I will get married, we'll have the baby,
then we'll get the money. You'll get your share, of course.
Then, you and I can officially "reconcile" when the kid is 18.
Doesn't that make a lot of sense?
God, I'm gonna be the first Dellacorte man to see his child all the way to adulthood.
- Maxine? - Eighteen?
- Yeah. - Eighteen years from now?
Just change the plan.
- Uh-huh. - Yeah.
Did you take your aspirin today?
- Yeah. Every twelve hours like clockwork. - Don't…
Don't do it, Maxine.
Please.
The baby isn't even yours, you dum-dum.
Come again?
Mitzi's baby is not yours!
Now can we go?
Yes, let's go.
I will see you at your wedding, and you better be there or I will kill you.
Aren't you just the most glorious.
Glowing.
Mitzi, what is it?
I've always had a boyfriend.
And now,
I'm going to have a husband.
And promise to love and obey him forever.
And I'm tired of obeying, I think.
Husbands are as useful as you make them.
But what about me?
Like, actually me?
The way I looked at it when I was your age…
was that it was much better
to feel safe and secure and without any want,
while deciding on all that hope and dream stuff.
It's not like I was cut out to be a starving artist or something
'cause I'm definitely not an artist. So…
Why bother starving?
It's not easy to be a woman alone.
Just look at Maxine.
Sometimes someone else's desire is a woman's best path to power.
Dinah?
What's wrong?
Oh, my God.
"My dear Norma.
The less you give me, the more I want to give you.
Here is my most prized possession:
The last uncollected Fabergé Imperial egg.
Yours always, Axel."
I will see you at the wedding.
Here we are. Thank God this is almost over.
So, what do you think? They just eat him up? Clothes and all?
I hope so. I have no desire to see him undressed again.
Although he did have a dick like an unsliced braciole.
Oh, my.
Oh, Lord. Here we are.
What? Where's the water?
More importantly, where are all the alligators?
"Maintenance…Okahumpa"?
That's a three-hour drive. We'll never make it back in time.
Now we gotta think of another place to stash the body until tonight.
The freezer.
Dinah!
How the devil did you get past Fritz and Jorgen?
Someone is going to pay.
I don't care who pays.
So long as it's not me…
and it is not my husband.
Oh, my God. The twelfth Imperial egg.
Never underestimate me again.
Repeat after me,
"You are a formidable person, Mrs. Dinah Donahue."
"You have standing, Mrs. Dinah Donahue."
Standing is practically your middle name.
- "You don't need to be scared anymore." - Honey, no one can promise you that.
Say it.
As God is my witness, you will never be scared again.
Those words mean something coming from you.
Of course. Of course they do.
It's…
It's where you live. It's how you live.
Someone…
Someone like you
living in a big, beautiful place like this telling me it's all gonna be okay.
Hell, even if you're lying to me, it makes me feel a little bit better about myself.
So thanks.
Don't mention it.
I'm not as rich as you.
But I am pretty fucking rich.
What is it you want for the egg? I will give you anything.
If you really are as electorally powerful as you say you are…
Perry Donahue will be the next mayor of Palm Beach.
Every ballot box will be stuffed with one name: Perry Donahue.
Cross my heart. What else?
Nothing else.
You must really love him.
Enjoy your egg.
I would've given you more.
Yes, I'm getting that distinct impression.
Your winter White House dream, I hope you get it.
No one should ever deny a woman her most heartfelt desire.
Word of advice.
Never settle when you've got the goods.
Gosh. Do you think he's cold in there?
Yes, Maxine.
Do you think he can breathe?
No, Maxine.
Oh, God. Evelyn.
I took a life.
Maxine, slap yourself.
Thank you.
Now, focus on the many fruits that Jed's dastardly actions
- and subsequent misfortune have labored. - Okay.
Now, let's go get your ex-husband married.
Okay.
Maxine, how are you holding up in all this?
Well, that depends.
Are you asking me strictly as a friend or as a society reporter?
Strictly as your friend.
Strictly as a friend, it's probably been the worst day of my life.
Okay. Where do you want these?
Dinah, I need a favor.
Can you please have Perry go check on Douglas?
- Make sure he's all right? - I would, but he's too busy
doing some stupid stag photo shoot at the Shiny Sheet.
He's going to the Shiny Sheet?
That's what the telegram he showed me said. Why?
That's where Tom said he was going in order to shoot someone.
- Who's Tom? - Robert's secret lover, FBI.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph!
Well, the FBI was given a tip just today
that the Palm Beach mole wanted to meet with me
at the Shiny Sheet today at 4:00 to give their side of the story.
But, Dinah, you say Perry is heading there?
At 4:00.
Well, that's exactly when and where Tom is going to shoot someone.
Perry is not some Soviet mole.
No. But he's being made to look like one.
Well, my blind item said that the mole was some Palm Beach socialite.
Perry fits that bill perfectly.
Plus he's a former ambassador, close to Nixon.
Wait. So you're saying that the actual mole has arranged it so…
so Tom will shoot Perry so it looks like Perry is the mole.
And the Shiny Sheet is the perfect place.
It's closed on Fridays in the offseason.
Perfect Patsy Perry,
yet again.
Sounds to me like who's ever behind all of this just needs a body.
What would Norma do?
No.
- Hi. - This is not happening.
I fear it is indeed happening.
What the hell are you all doing here?
Your sting is a setup.
Your real mole is not gonna show.
Then who the hell is?
Hello?
I'm ready for my picture.
Chloroform.
From my gap year in Edinburgh.
Hurry up.
God, forgive me.
Let go.
Hide.
Shit. Move out, move out, move out. Shit.
Why is he frozen?
Congrats, agent.
Looks like you bagged the Mole of Palm Beach.
Where the hell is everybody?
Mayor Barnhill?
Mitzi.
What…
What happened? Is it over?
Douglas called the whole thing off
because someone told him it wasn't his baby.
It's almost as if I predicted the future.
Where is Douglas?
In the bar.
Also could've predicted that.
Benny, don't pack up yet. You stay put.
- Wait. Where we going? - All right.
No, no, no, you stay here. This is me.
I need you to get up off that chair and go marry that girl.
No.
I need you to get in there
and marry Mitzi or so help me, to sweet baby Jesus, and back,
I will shoot you myself.
Go ahead.
Probably shoot blanks. Just like me.
Jesus.
God, you used to get me with that.
I don't feel sorry for you.
God, your ego.
Do you realize that I have given you…
I have given, and given, and given you
as much as a person can give another person
since the day I laid eyes on you.
And in return I'm asking you to do this little thing!
And not just for me. But…
But for Mitzi too.
I owe her this.
I owe Evelyn this.
Please, Douglas, just…
Do it for the girls!
Ma…
I need to tell you something.
Marriage is not some little thing, Maxine.
Then why did you throw ours away like it was?
- I… - Why, Douglas?
You do not lecture me about marriage!
Are you happy?
Ever since we came to this town,
we've been so unhappy.
And I recall that before we came here, we were happy.
Like, truly happy, Maxine.
You may have been miserable.
But I'm having the greatest adventure I've ever had in my entire life.
I made some calls.
And I wanna go back to flying.
That is the place that I was truly happiest.
Ferrying sleeping families across the globe by starlight.
And then…
And then coming home to find you waiting for me.
That's what I want, Max.
I wanna go back to that.
You don't decide what we go back to.
You're not hearing me.
That's what I want.
I do hear you.
And I don't care what you want.
Wow.
Yeah, you are making that very clear, aren't you?
Douglas, I need you to get up.
I need you to put on that tie, put on that jacket,
stop drinking this booze.
I need you to marry Mitzi.
Or whatever love we have had between us,
it will be over.
Forever.
You and I
will never be over.
Ever.
You have a funny way of making that sound like a threat.
Yeah. Well, maybe it is, Max.
Because you and I are forever.
And I think you know that. That is the truth.
Come on! Come with me!
Come with me!
No.
You're gonna regret this.
You're gonna regret this!
Well?
There is a late arrival in there you might want to attend to.
Late arrival?
You know.
Why do you keep throwing parties that are a bust?
I came for a wedding
and to make one final move to appeal to your better nature.
Well, I'm not sure I have a better nature anymore.
But shoot.
Well, since none of us has a claim on the money,
I thought maybe you might be inclined to share it
with a wayward soul and her wayward daughter.
It's over.
We all lost.
Well,
I had quite a run in any event.
I have to say, it was kinda fun.
I'm sorry I thought you killed a bunch of people.
You know, we're exactly alike in many ways, don't you think?
Willing to do almost anything to continue to be someone we're not?
Do you think someone can do the wrong thing, but for the right reason?
Darling, you do your best.
And sometimes, your best falls short,
and when it does, you find a way to do good.
How come we weren't friends through all this?
When Douglas left my daughter on her wedding day for you…
my resentment clouded my better judgment. I…
I hope you'll forgive me.
I never thought I'd see this day.
The two of you getting along.
Well, how did it go?
Do we have a new member on our Palm Beach social scene?
I need some good news.
Well, the judge wouldn't give custody to a single man over a married couple,
so I have to send Rafi back home tomorrow morning.
Sweetie.
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry too.
For the things I said to you in Switzerland.
You didn't know, because I didn't let you know.
I love you, son.
Rafi.
Come here.
I want you to meet your grandmother.
Norma, this is my son, Rafael.
We're family?
How'd that happen?
It's a good story.
Something good came out of this after all.
Something good.
Rafi, honey, will you go see if Benny Barnhill's still here?
White hair, tuxedo, probably drunk.
- Yeah. - Thanks, sweetie.
Maxine?
If a judge needs you to be married in order to get custody,
well, then, let's get you married.
Listen, Maxine, don't start with your things…
- Robert. Robert. - …because you-- It's crazy.
I will finally be able to do
the one thing I could never do.
Which would be to give the man I love…
a child.
Maxine, we're talking about marriage here.
- And that is a big decision-- - Stupid.
It's a contract.
Have you looked at Palm Beach?
No one here marries for love anyway.
Which would make us special because,
well, I happen to love you very, very much.
I don't have a ring.
Wait.
Come here.
This bride should have something more befitting.
I'll trade ya?
This ring…
the one thing in all of Palm Beach that's truly mine,
should go to my daughter, Penelope.
Which is what I intended on her wedding day,
which never came to pass…
20 years ago.
Thank you.
Here we are gathered together today with this…
Perhaps I had a wicked childhood
Perhaps I had a miserable youth
But somewhere in my wicked Miserable past
There must have been a moment of truth
For here you are standing there
Loving me
Whether or not you should
So, somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good
Nothing comes from nothing
And nothing ever could
So, somewhere in my youth
Or childhood
I must have done
Something good
I can't be Maxine.
I can't spend the rest of my life
hung up on the ins and outs of does he or doesn't he,
or do I or don't I.
I see the way you look at her.
I can't give you that.
What do you want, Evelyn?
I think at this point in my life,
the thing I want most is something you can't give me.
My independence.
Are you sure?
I've never been more sure, honey.
I need you to understand I am too good for you.
I do understand that.
Sometimes, I wonder if you do.
Are we going to make it, babe?
I hope so. I really do.
Eddie, wait.
Are you getting outta here?
Yeah.
Can I hitch a ride?
For here you are Standing there, loving me
Whether or not you should
So, somewhere in my youth Or childhood
I must have done
Something good
Nothing comes from nothing
Nothing ever could
So, somewhere in my youth
Or childhood
I must have done
Something
Good
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you,
Mr. and Mrs. Dellacorte.
Where'd she go?
"I played my part. Gotta run now."
Wow. Another glass salad bowl.
It's funny.
We took his house, his name,
his wedding, and now his wedding gifts.
I kinda feel bad for Douglas.
I don't.
You know, I've…
I've just had a thought.
Does it involve a scheme?
No, it does not involve a scheme.
It's just a rumination
that I can't help but having.
Go ahead.
Now that you're officially a Dellacorte,
technically, if you had Rafi
during a legitimate marriage,
that would've unlocked the baby trust.
It's wild.
I was…
married to his mother when he was born.
Well, that sounds legitimate to me.
Do you see that cloud up there With the number nine?
It's mine, it's mine It's mine, it's mine
Okay, boys. Bring in the money!
Love was hiding around the corner
This lonely mourner heard the call
Then love found me And put his arms around me
Beat the drum Sound the brass
What a groove What a gas
Here I come Let me pass
Cottage small or wall-to-wall Enchanted bliss-ville
In old, new kiss-ville
The greenest, grandest Greatest state of 'em all
If it lasts forever I'll love it
If it's one short lifetime What of it
One short lifetime Is long enough for singing
Listen, love I had a ball
…D. I. T.
Maxine did it.
Bootlegger, what do you mean?
"Maxine did it, yay."
Or, "Maxine did it."
The only complication was that the mole wasn't actually the body you said it'd be.
Does the FBI think they have their mole?
They most certainly do. Or we wouldn't have immunity.
Then, who cares who the body is?
Even better, the way the cards lay now,
the Palm Beach mole has got herself a well-placed patsy.
Thank you.
- Pose. - Right here.
They bought it. I'm in.
Call me lover and call me shameless
Love, you aren't exactly blameless
Love, my life is no longer aimless now
I'm delirious, I'm ecstatic
Music maestro and me, emphatic
Beat the drum Sound the brass
What a groove What a gas
Here I come Let me pass
Cottage small or wall-to-wall
Enchanted bliss-ville
In old, new kiss-ville
The greenest, grandest Greatest state of 'em all
If it's one long swinger
I'll love it
If it's one short stinger
Oh, what of it
One short lifetime
Is long enough for singing
What a gas
What a smash
What a blast
What a bash
I had a
Ball
Wow!
Senator, welcome to the grand re-opening.
- Countess. - Hello, ladies.
We started the season saying we were gonna take this town.
And it looks like we've pretty much taken it.
Thanks for paying off the tax bill.
Don't mention it, partner.
Golly.
Being here with you.
Running the center of the town that runs the world.
Heck, we might be the most powerful women in the most powerful place on Earth.
Easy, tiger.
If we've taken over Palm Beach, what's next?
The world?
What a gas
What a smash
What a blast
What a bash
I had a
Ball
Wow
Dear Maxine,
Greetings from the City of Light.
Paris is beautiful this time of year.
Thank you for wiring such a hefty chunk of the baby money.
I know how hard you worked for it.
It allows me to be free.
I can be anyone I wanna be, anywhere I wanna be.
So, thank you.
Thank you for helping me become truly lost.
So I could finally be found.
Maxine, I found love.