NARRATOR: Previously onWhy Women Kill...
Oh, you're gonna try to pin this on me?
-All I know is I didn't do it. -Well, neither did I.
-Do you know the lady who lives here? -Mrs. Yost!
When was the last time you saw her?
ALMA: Two days ago.
She was taking a trip up north to visit her sister.
CATHERINE: And I'm sure Rita's been cheating on him this whole time.
Any idea who with?
But once I find out,
I'll make Rita and her gigolo very sorry.
[weak chuckle]
I did not kill Carlo.
I'm gonna take your case.
But we have to think about our future
-and the baby. -Baby?!
-Oh, boy. -I plan to nominate you again.
If you still want to be a part of our silly club.
I do.
I'm gonna be all by myself in this cold,
-empty house. -I sure wouldn't want you to be lonely.
BERTRAM: Why a man is dead and his wife is in jail for murder--
all so you could get into a garden club.
We're about to be grandparents.
Let's just put all this unpleasantness behind us.
ISABEL: I just decided to stay in town a couple more days. Promising
business opportunity has just presented itself.
NARRATOR: Rita Castillo had always thought of herself as a woman
who would do anything to survive.
And she had the rap sheet to prove it.
She'd stolen money.
She'd sold her body.
She even helped to kill a man.
But she was now in jail
for a crime she didn't commit.
And no one believed a woman like her
could be innocent.
They're calling me a black widow?
That's one of the nicer headlines.
Is this your way of telling me you won't take my case?
With publicity like this?
You bet I'll take it. And I'll win it, too.
Good, because I did not kill my husband.
And that's the truth.
Murder trials aren't about the truth.
They're about stories. And the D.A.'S got a juicy one.
Rich guy ends up dead.
His cheating wife is caught with poison in her purse.
Mm. You got a better one?
I was framed.
Is that the best you can do?
It's what happened.
Someone put that syringe in my bag.
But who? And don't say his daughter-- she's got an alibi.
Who else was home that night?
Just my cousin, Isabel.
Who also happens to work as my maid.
Hello.
There's our killer.
-What? -Yeah, this is good. This is good.
She, uh, she framed you because she hates your guts.
What? Please. Isabel loves me.
No, no, no, no, she used to,
but, uh, she's gotten jealous
of your looks, your money...
You had everything. She had bupkis.
She wanted you to suffer.
And you really think a jury would buy that?
Well, it's worth a shot.
Here. I need you to answer these questions for me.
If we're gonna pin this on Isabel, I'm gonna need
every bit of dirt on her that you can shovel.
This is just a strategy to get me out of jail, right?
Of course.
But if people believe this,
isn't there a chance Isabel could be arrested
for Carlo's murder?
That's a good question.
I got a better one.
Do you want to spend the rest of your life in prison?
NARRATOR: Yes, Rita Castillo had always thought of herself
as a woman who would do anything to survive.
She was now about to find out...
...if that was true.
♪
NARRATOR: Alma Fillcot walked into her garden that day
hoping to prune her roses.
But before she began,
Alma decided to have a chat
with an old friend.
Mrs. Yost.
How are you this fine morning?
Still dead?
Pity.
If you were here, you'd see how good I'm looking.
It's not because of any mascara or rouge.
No, ma'am.
I have learned firsthand
that crushing one's enemies is the best cosmetic.
What do you say to that?
Alma?
Oh! [laughs] Grace.
-You scared me. [chuckles] -Oh.
Sorry.
I was going to call, but I thought,
"No, I want to see her face when I tell her."
Tell me what?
I spoke to the girls last night.
We all agreed.
Rita is out of the Garden Club and you're in.
Ah! Oh.
-I'm so happy. -Oh, me too.
Will there be a luncheon like before?
-This Friday. -Oh.
Oh, but I won't be able to come. I have a wedding out of town.
You have to be at my first meeting.
I'm only in because of you.
I wish I could.
Are you free tonight?
The ladies could come here, just for an hour.
-Well, I suppose a little celebration is in order. -[giggles]
Excellent. Uh, shall we say 6:00?
I will rally the troops.
-[laughs] -Oh!
Bye.
Did you hear that, Mrs. Yost?
I'm in the Garden Club.
The club you said would never have me as a member.
Have fun turning in your grave.
Good morning, baby.
Oh, Scooter. How handsome you look.
And another smooch for my snazzy new robe.
Well, I gladly take the kiss, but the robe is not from me.
Come on. It just magically appeared at the foot of my bed?
Is the robe to your liking, sir?
Yeah.
But if it's from you I'm paying in handshakes.
This is Otto, my butler from Texas.
He's agreed to work for me here.
Oh, a real butler, huh?
With a name like Otto, maybe you should have been a chauffeur.
I bet you hear that one a lot.
Thankfully, no.
Don't tease Otto.
He's German. It'll end badly.
So, what do you want to do today--
uh, have a swim, catch a movie?
I can't. I'm busy going through Rita's records.
I need to prove she had a lover here in LA.
Who cares if she had a boyfriend?
The district attorney.
He says evidence of an affair
will help convict her of Papa's murder.
Haven't you been through enough all ready
without doing the D.A.'s job for him?
You need to relax.
I-I say skip the trial.
Get out of town.
We'll go to Rome or somewhere in Europe.
Mm. Nothing would please me more
than to take a little trip with you.
But don't worry, this won't take long.
You'll be packing your bags before you know it.
ALMA: Bertram.
There you are.
I have wonderful news.
It's official.
I've been accepted into the Garden Club.
Mm.
The ladies are coming over this evening
to help me celebrate.
I'm going up to the attic to get my punch bowl.
If you don't mind, I could use your help with the cups.
Bertram.
I've been thinking about Rita,
and her little cat. [chuckles]: Aw.
She loves him so much.
Of course she loves him.
They're the same species.
She may be tried for a crime we committed.
Don't you care at all?
Let's say that I do.
Do you want me to confess?
Would you be happier if we both went to jail?
At least we'd deserve it.
Oh, what a thing to say.
Actions have consequences.
Well, you weren't keen to face any when you were filling up
graveyards with your previous victims.
My fondest dream is finally coming true.
If you can't share in my joy,
at least try not to ruin it.
-[whines] -Rocco,
do you see how pretty Mom's garden is?
[barks]
Oh, right.
It's just one big toilet to you.
-MAN: When does he get here? -ROHBIN: Could be soon.
Might have to wait a while.
Hey.
Don't I know you?
Sure.
-You're Vern's girl, right? -Yeah.
Dee. Uh, Detective Rohbin?
Yeah. What are you doing here?
I live here.
Why are you here?
You know the owner of that house?
Mrs. Yost? Sure.
We're meeting her nephew in a few minutes.
He's helping us investigate her disappearance.
Disappearance?
No, she's just away on a trip.
She asked my mom to look after her dog while she's gone.
I'm sorry to tell you, Dee.
Her car was found submerged in a lake up north.
What?
Yeah.
We suspect foul play.
♪
I'm sorry.
What did you just say?
I said I got proof Rita didn't kill Carlo.
-What is it? -Not so fast.
You tell Rita it's gonna cost her 20 Gs.
I need to be compensated
for the way she treated me all these years.
I'm not telling her nothing
until I see what you got with my own eyes.
You already had your chance.
My advice?
Pay more attention next time you aim your Kodak.
-What? -You got a week to come up with the money.
This is where I'm staying.
Isabel.
Tell me what you have.
Not yet.
I've waited a long time for my ship to come in,
and I'm not gonna miss it this time.
-Mom. -Hmm?
When Mrs. Yost asked you to look after Rocco,
where did she say she was going?
Uh, she said she was paying a surprise visit to her sister.
Why?
Apparently, she never got there.
The police say she's missing.
Oh, yes.
You know, uh, they did mention that. [chuckles]
You spoke to the police?
When?
Uh, a detective stopped by, weeks ago,
asking all sorts of questions.
Why didn't you tell me?
Well, I was busy getting ready to host a party.
It just slipped my mind.
Well, the cops are starting to think Mrs. Yost was murdered.
Why?
Did they find her body?
No.
But they found her car in a lake.
Oh.
Well...
Sounds to me like they are jumping to conclusions.
Now, how does this look?
How can you be so calm?
Well, we don't know what's happened.
Besides, I'm in too good a mood to fret.
I've finally been accepted into the Garden Club.
Some of the ladies are coming by this evening
to help me celebrate.
Oh.
-Congratulations. -Hmm.
Well, it's not just a victory for me, Deirdre.
Once I'm settled and I have some sway
with the membership committee, I'll get you in as well.
-Mom, I'm-I'm getting married. -Hmm.
I have a baby on the way.
I'm not gonna have time for a silly club.
Remember...
Babies grow up
and men work late.
Before you know it, your life will seem very drab.
And you'll yearn for glamorous friends
to give your days a bit of color.
Just don't wait too long to find them.
The years fly by.
And the next thing you know, you'll be cold in your grave.
Like poor Mrs. Yost.
Assuming she's dead.
Which I'm sure she's not.
ALMA: All right, and for Grace.
-Mm. Delicious. -[laughing]
Oh, yum. Yum. Yum
-All right... -Wonderful.
Ladies, a toast.
To our club's newest member...
-Oh. -Alma Fillcot.
-Cheers! -To Alma.
Thank you all so much.
Oh, don't thank us.
Thank Rita and her handy hypodermic.
Now, now. Rita is innocent till proven guilty.
Is she sweet until proven bitchy?
-'Cause I want to serve on that jury. -ALMA: Oh, Joan.
Alma, perhaps you'd like to say a few words?
Oh, no. I-I couldn't possibly. I...
-Oh, you must. -Oh, please.
-Yeah. You must. -I suppose if tradition demands it. I...
-Yes. -Speech, speech. -Oh, wonderful.
-Speech. Speech. -Yes. Speech.
[clears throat]
These are trying times for us all.
Our Garden Club's rosy reputation has been pierced
by thorns of scandal.
But when I look out
at all your smiling faces, my...
-[doorbell rings] -Oh, for goodness' sake.
Ladies.
Please excuse me. [chuckles]
Mrs. Fillcot?
I'm Isabel.
I used to work for Rita Castillo.
It's urgent that I speak to you. May I come in?
If you're looking for a new job, you've come at a bad time.
I'm hosting the Garden Club ladies.
-Then it's a good time. -Oh, uh, um...
I-I... I can't let you bother my guests.
I'm not here about a job.
What's this?
This was taken at Rita's house the night Carlo was killed.
That's Catherine.
That's Scooter.
And that's...
you.
Now can I come in?
-[laughter] -Joan.
I'll be with you in a moment, ladies.
I just have to attend to a domestic issue.
Yes...
Where did you get that?
Rita got a guy to get a photo of Catherine having sex
so she could blackmail her.
Now I'll use it to blackmail you.
Isn't life funny?
I don't know why you're so smug.
That photo proves nothing.
It proves you were there.
You killed Carlo
and put the needle in Rita's purse.
And now you'll have to pay me to keep quiet.
Everything you just said is a lie.
But how much money are we talking?
$20,000.
-20,000?! -In cash.
Bring it to this hotel tomorrow night
or I'll go to the cops.
This was supposed to be my lovely night.
And you've spoiled it.
Yeah, I'm awful.
Picking on a nice lady
just 'cause she killed a man and framed my boss.
Uh, please go out the back way.
Lady...
Talk to me like I'm the help one more time
and I'll destroy you just for the hell of it.
Oh.
Scooter.
Come upstairs. I need you.
What's going on?
I'm searching the house. I need to find something
that will prove that Rita had a lover.
But you looked after breakfast.
You said you didn't find anything.
I remembered something.
Papa was convinced that Rita had a hiding place
where she kept things from him.
I'm gonna find it, even if I have to take this house apart.
Let me just fix myself a drink,
and I'll be right up to help you.
Don't take too long.
Madame, could this be something?
Oh, that's Rita's account book.
I've already been through that.
According to this,
she was renting some apartment in Chinatown.
Yes, I've been there once.
I tried to catch her red-handed but the apartment was empty.
She must have moved her lover out.
Would you go downstairs and see what's keeping Scooter?
Of course.
Mr. Scooter.
Miss Catherine is wondering
when you might join her upstairs.
Going right now.
I was just enjoying the fire.
♪
Oh. Izzy, we can't take the silver candlesticks.
They belonged to Harry's mother.
This is what he gets for slapping you around.
We'll hock 'em once we get to El Paso.
Now, come on.
Here, you take that.
-I'll take the small one. -RITA: Okay.
What's this?
[gasps]
Harry.
I thought you were at work.
You going somewhere?
Mama called.
She's very sick.
-Really? -Mm-hmm.
It's serious.
I left you a note.
See...
I think you're trying to leave me.
She's in a hospital. I swear.
I'm so sick of all your lies!
-Ow! -Let her go!
-Shut up! -Please!
Please don't hurt her!
I'll stay.
If that's what you want.
What did I say I'd do to you if this happened again?
Hmm?
What did I say?!
-[gunshot] -[groans]
You ugly bitch.
Is he dead?
He called me ugly. Who cares?
Come on.
$20,000?
That's what Isabel said.
And she wants it by tomorrow night.
We'll obviously have to pay it.
I'll go to the bank in the morning
and empty our savings account.
We barely have 10,000.
Then I'll have to get a second mortgage or something.
Do you think she'd give us more time?
I think she'd prefer not to negotiate.
[groans] This is all your fault.
I told you, actions have consequences.
And now here we are, swimming in the foul swamp
that you have dug for us.
You know...
We could handle the situation...
permanently.
No!
Well, if actions have consequences,
shouldn't that apply to Isabel too?
For the love of God, just stop.
If we pay her,
she'll just come back again and again,
until the well runs dry.
Do you love me?
At all?
What? Of course I do.
Then, for once, stop arguing and do what your husband demands--
no, no-- implores you to do.
And if you can't...
Well, perhaps, this isn't a marriage at all.
Where are you going?
I'm going to sleep in the guest room.
I'll return to our bed when you're a little less lethal.
Hi. Are you Mrs. Yost's nephew?
Yeah, I'm Irving. Who are you?
Dee Fillcot. I live next door.
I wanted you to know
my parents have been looking after
your aunt's dog while she's away.
The cops think she's dead.
Oh.
Did they find her body?
Not yet, but she was definitely robbed.
The cops say whoever robbed her
probably killed her.
Robbed? Are you sure?
Yeah, they took a bunch of stuff from the house.
A cut-glass vase, an antique brass pitcher,
and a fancy French painting worth lots of money.
French painting.
There may be other stuff missing, too.
I'm still doing inventory.
So, if you don't mind.
Yeah. Yeah, go ahead.
♪
[knocking]
Is Miss Castillo here?
I'm a P.I. investigating her father's death.
I am sorry.
She is not at home.
That's okay. I'll wait.
-She may be some time, Mr., uh... -SCOOTER: Loomis
is his name.
Scooter.
Well, look at you.
You can go now, Otto.
Don't worry, my old pal won't be staying long.
What are you doing here?
Working for Rita.
She says she's being framed.
Let's talk in here.
I don't trust Adolph, Jr.
I'd love to help Rita.
I never went upstairs that night.
I don't know what happened to Carlo.
Yeah. You were down here screwing her daughter-in-law.
Just so you know, I'm living with Catherine now.
And we've developed sincere feelings for each other.
That a new watch?
Look, I'm busy.
So, if there's nothing else...
One question.
Now, is there a chance
that anyone else was in this house that night?
As far as I know, it was just
me, Catherine, Rita and Isabel.
And you, outside, taking photos.
And I gave those photos to Isabel.
Then she came back wanting money.
She hinted that one of my photos
could prove that Rita's innocent.
I'm thinking that maybe I got somebody on film,
somebody we don't know about.
When I was here with Catherine, on the sofa that night,
I thought I heard something.
Like a door closing.
Maybe someone else was here.
Thanks, Scooter.
That's what I needed to hear.
Glad to help.
Hey, Scooter.
You ever think about Dee Fillcot?
Sure. Now and then.
Do me a favor.
Forget about her.
Mr. Loomis?
I was curious.
Since you are an old friend of Mr. Scooter,
I assume you have been to his old apartment?
Yeah. Why do you ask?
He wants me to retrieve a few items he left behind.
I am embarrassed to say
that I cannot read his handwriting.
Is the address, uh, um, eight...
He lived at 812 Rosewood.
In the middle of Chinatown.
812 Rosewood. That is it.
Thank you.
Morning.
I had a brilliant idea last night.
I'm not talking to you.
Why?
Because you're a horrible woman.
I've come up with a way for us to pay off Isabel
that leaves her breathing and won't cost us a cent.
Really?
Not so horrible now, am I?
Yes, yes. What's your idea?
We'll sell Mrs. Yost's things.
Most of them are antiques.
They must be worth thousands of dollars.
Alma, that's theft.
You want to commit one crime to cover up another.
Bertram,
for someone who's murdered dozens of people,
you can be a real stick in the mud.
Morning, Dee.
What do you know about Mrs. Yost?
I beg your pardon?
Her nephew gave me a list of items missing from her home.
Every one of them is in our living room.
I want an explanation.
Well...
It was your mother's idea. She made me do it.
Darling...
there's a simple explanation,
if you'll just calm down for a moment.
I'm calm. Let's hear it.
Do you remember when the Garden Club ladies came over?
I felt that our home could use a little bit of sprucing up.
And since Mrs. Yost was away on a trip
and we were looking after her dog,
I thought that she wouldn't mind if we borrowed a few trinkets.
[chuckles] See?
No big deal.
[short chuckle]
The police think whoever stole from Mrs. Yost
may have killed her.
Well, then they're not very good at their jobs.
Shall I make pancakes?
Wait.
If you only borrowed the trinkets for a party,
why didn't you return them afterwards?
She's got you there.
-So help me God... -It doesn't matter.
Because as soon as her nephew leaves,
I'm putting everything back.
And I don't want any guff from you two.
Well...
I'll go to the bank, shall I?
Start emptying our savings account.
Wait.
Perhaps if we just kidnap Isabel.
Horrible.
[scoffs]
It's a surprise. I can't tell you.
Surprise? It's not my birthday.
What is this?
-I bought you a new dress. -Oh.
[gasps]
Where did you get the money for this?
Never mind. Just hurry.
Carlo Castillo is gonna be here soon.
Carlo?
He never asks for anyone but Gloria.
Gloria got fired.
[gasps]
Last time Carlo was here his watch went missing.
Why would she steal his watch?
I heard he was starting to get sweet on her.
I swiped his watch.
Then I pawned it to pay for this dress.
Isabel.
[laughs] What could you be thinking?
Carlo ain't just rich, he's lonely.
He likes his whores, but what he really wants is a lady.
You know how to class it up.
I bet he'll get sweet on you in no time.
Buy you gifts.
Give you big tips.
-He might even take you away from all this. -Oh.
Well?
What do you think?
That should do the trick.
You take such good care of me.
Always and forever, kid.
Always and forever.
Excuse me, sir.
Do you live in this building?
I'm the landlord.
What do you want?
Some information.
About a previous tenant-- Scooter Polarsky.
The pretty-boy actor?
That's him.
Would you happen to know
who was paying for his rent while he was staying here?
I'd like to help you, lady.
But that's confidential.
♪
IRVING: Dee?
Irving, hi.
Didn't I see you drive away a few minutes ago?
I forgot my wallet.
What's going on?
Oh, I was just...
looking for Rocco.
Yeah. He keeps getting out.
Thanks again for taking care of him.
No problem.
I just hope your aunt turns up.
He loves her so much.
Do you have any idea where she was going when she left?
The cops seem to have run into a dead end.
Didn't she go to see her sister?
No. My aunt only had one sister,
and Mom died two years ago.
Mrs. Yost's sister is dead?
Yeah. Why did you think she wasn't?
I don't know.
So the police may stop by tomorrow.
If you think of anything...
I'll make sure to tell them.
[phone rings]
Hello?
Good. I'm glad I caught you.
Loomis, you got the money?
No, but I know what you got.
-And what's that? -One of my photos.
It shows somebody in that house the night of the murder.
Someone who's not Rita.
Till you know who it is, you don't know nothing.
I want my cash.
I can go to Rita, explain what you want.
But when she finds out you're letting her rot in jail
-when you could prove she's innocent... -Yeah,
it's gonna to hurt. But not any more than the way she hurt me.
This is a lousy way to let her know how you feel, Isabel.
You don't know.
The way she treated me, after all I did for her.
What you're doing, it is not right, and it's not justice.
So I am begging you.
If you ever truly loved Rita,
do right by her.
Okay.
I'll give you the photo.
Show it to the D.A. or whoever can get her out of jail.
Thank you.
I can come over there right now.
No. I still need it.
Certain people got to pay for what they did.
Come to my hotel, 10:00 p.m.
Rona, we're gonna need
some more of these gauze bandages.
No, it's me.
Is now a bad time?
Not really.
Come in.
I, uh...
I've been doing some thinking, and...
I see now that I've made a total mess of our lives.
I'm so sorry.
Thank you.
So...
Have you been to the bank yet?
Yes, I emptied our accounts.
And I borrowed the rest off an old school chum.
Mr. Gray is on line one for you.
Speak of the devil.
I'll take it in here.
Thank you, Rona.
Excuse me.
Georgie.
Hello, old boy.
Yes, yes, I got the check.
Yes, I'm a fool
to have gotten in such a jam.
It won't happen again.
Yes, I promise.
Georgie.
Thank you.
Bye-bye.
What did you say the money was for?
Gambling debts.
Loan sharks threatening to break my legs.
I couldn't think how else to explain the urgency.
-That must have been humiliating. -Yes.
Just a bit.
Alma...
I want you to know,
it means a great deal that you came here and apologized.
I saw you yesterday, looking at our wedding album.
Wondering where the woman you married had gone.
I want you to know that she's still here.
She still loves you.
Deeply.
That's good to know.
Now, if we can just get over this one last hurdle.
We will.
I'm not worried.
-Well, I should go. -Yes.
-Mwah. -Bye.
Goodbye.
♪
SCOOTER: Calm down a second. I can explain!
CATHERINE: Why should I believe you?
Every word out of your mouth is a lie.
-You never cared for me. Admit it! -[crash]
SCOOTER: Hey, you almost hit me.
CATHERINE: Just admit it! Rita asked you
to seduce me just to get that photo.
SCOOTER: You're right.
That was the plan.
Rita asked me to pretend I liked you.
But after a while,
I didn't have to pretend, because you're amazing.
And I really began to care for you.
Look at the actor, telling his pretty lies.
Yes.
In the beginning, I was playing a part.
But then I-I started to see that you're everything Rita isn't.
You're warm a-and kind and loving.
Rita could be...
really mean.
That's because she's evil.
Well, that's a little bit strong.
No.
She is.
She corrupted you.
She used you to help her kill Papa.
You think?
That's why she asked you to seduce me.
To keep me distracted while she poisoned him.
Are you sure?
Didn't she hate my papa?
I guess you could say that.
No.
You will say that, in court.
In court?
You will testify against Rita.
I don't know...
This is how you will prove your love to me.
And I will take such good care of you in return.
[both moaning]
SCOOTER: Oh, like that?
CATHERINE: All right, take your clothes off.
[doorbell rings]
Hey, Cousin.
Look at you. [gasps]
Isabel.
Oh, how I've missed you.
I'm so sorry it took so long for me to send for you.
Who cares?
I'm here now.
Look at this place.
I'm finally gonna be living in style.
[chuckling]: Yes. Well...
Let's sit over here.
Everything okay?
You seem anxious.
Well...
Living with Carlo is tricky.
He can be moody
and he drinks. A lot.
Well, Izzy is here now to protect you,
like when we were little.
Except now, I don't think we'll have to share a room.
[chuckling]: No.
Is that a gift for me?
Um...
Yes, but I need to explain it.
-Since when you got to explain a gift? -It's just, Carlo
set certain conditions for you to stay here.
What conditions?
You expect me to be your maid?
It's not what I want.
It was the only way to get Carlo to agree,
and I need you here.
As a maid.
As a friend.
Carlo's old.
He won't live more than another year or two,
and when he dies, we'll be rich.
I'll finally be able to take care of you.
Oh, please say yes.
Please.
Once he's gone, we'll be free.
Okay?
Please.
[knocking]
-What's he doing here? -You didn't think I'd come here
without my husband to protect me?
Why do you need protection from me?
I'm not dangerous.
Yes, and neither is my wife.
Here's your money.
Give us the photograph and negative.
Not till I count it.
Come in.
[door closes]
It's a horrible thing you're doing.
That's all the money we have in the world.
I don't feel sorry for you.
My cousin's in jail 'cause of what you two did.
Rita is your cousin?
Don't believe me?
Look for yourself.
[sighs]
Looks like it's all here.
Yes, of course it is. Just give us what we came for.
About that, no can do.
-What? -I don't mean to be difficult.
But if Rita does go to trial, I got to be able to protect her.
The negative is ours.
We've just paid for it.
What can I say? Life ain't fair.
So true.
Aah!
-Alma! -That hurt!
What have you done?
You heard her.
She was gonna turn us in to protect Rita.
What was that? I can't breathe...
Don't worry, I'm a doctor.
You're a vet. [coughing]
What did you give her?
The same thing you gave Carlo.
I-I can never pronounce it.
That's why you came to my office, isn't it?
Not to apologize but to steal the drug.
[Isabel panting]
You're gonna burn in hell for this!
Alma, you lied to me.
You don't care about our marriage at all.
Killing is stressful enough
without quarreling in front of the victim.
[gurgles]
You killed her.
To save us.
She died...
in fear.
And pain.
No sedative.
No tenderness.
She was blackmailing us.
Go to the car. I want to be alone with her.
Why?
To say goodbye properly.
-Bertram... -Go to the car!
I don't understand.
I know you don't.
You never have.
-I'm sorry. -[door opens]
[door closes]
♪
[clears throat]
Did you find the negative?
Yes. Just drive.
[knocking]
VERN: Miss Duarte?
Thank you for coming in so early, Mr. Greeley.
As I said on the phone,
I have something very important to discuss with you.
And, uh, I have something to tell you.
Let me begin.
Isabel is my family.
I will not sacrifice her to save myself.
Hold on, Rita...
My decision is final, Mr. Greeley.
You'll have to think of another way to get me out of here.
Shouldn't be too difficult.
After all, I am innocent.
Isabel killed herself last night.
What?
And she left a note.
A confession, really.
She says she killed your husband.
[Rocco whining]
[barks]
All right, Rocco. Hold on.
[whining continues]
[barking]
What's wrong, boy?
You bury a bone or something?
I'll help you.
Good. I got it.
Okay. I'm going as fast as I can.
Oh!
♪
[indistinct conversation]
Vern, it's me.
Listen, are you busy today?
'Cause, uh...
I want to get married.
I'm serious.
I want to elope.
I can't really explain it.
I just need to get out of this house.
♪
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