Previously onWhy Women Kill...
I've been accepted into the Garden Club.
You shouldn't be here.
I was invited. I-I'm the new member.
No, we-we voted.
Oh, dear.
I am so terribly sorry for the mix-up.
Rita deliberately humiliated me today.
Is that Rita?
-Do you know her? -What Rita did--
it's not 'cause she hates you.
-It's 'cause she hates me.
Good morning, it's Dr. Rice.
Are you aware you're pregnant?
I'm his girl.
-Is that so? -Yeah.
You murdered 26 people?!
You've got to stop this madness. Promise me.
I think this is what Alma was
-talking to me about. -Listen to her.
Why are you so anxious to spend time with an old lady like me?
You're a dame who doesn't know how beautiful she is.
Oh, Papa, you must be getting your strength back.
I think he's pointing at something.
He couldn't possibly.
Is there something on the board?
Oh! Ah!
You can trust me with your secrets.
You and Scooter.
No one will hear a word about it from me.
Threaten me again, and this will be your family.
From the moment Alma Fillcot
decided to join the Elysian Park Garden Club,
she began to change.
But her husband was completely oblivious
to her stylish transformation.
He had no idea she'd begun to polish her nails.
He had not noticed how elegantly she was wearing her hair.
And he paid no attention to her new shade of lipstick.
It was unfortunate.
If Bertram had noticed these changes in Alma...
he might have been prepared for what happened next.
Shall I take you straight to the clinic?
Yes, yes. I have an early appointment.
Hmm. Very well.
Since we have a moment,
there is something that I would like to discuss.
Well, what's that?
-Your little hobby. -Ah.
-Hmm. -That's funny.
'Cause I've been doing some thinking about that myself.
You know, I regret some of the words
that I've hurled at you in the last few weeks.
Sick, psychopathic, demented.
You were only trying to alleviate the suffering
of some people who were already dying.
I see now that you're a hero.
I'm con... I'm confused.
I couldn't comprehend it before
because I didn't know any of those people.
But now I understand,
because I'm aware of someone
who is desperately in need of the kind of help
that only you can supply.
Wh... What are you saying?
There's someone that you want me to...
Oh, yes.
And you'd be doing God's work, my love.
My hero.
Who exactly are we talking about?
You know Rita Castillo?
She came to our house with the Garden Club?
Yes. Yes, I treat her cat.
-Mm-hmm. -Is she ill?
Oh, no.
No, but, um...
she has a husband.
His name is Carlo and...
he's in so much pain.
Yes, Alma Fillcot had truly changed.
But by the time her husband could see it...
it was too late.
At the exact same moment
Alma Fillcot was asking her husband to kill Carlo Castillo,
his wife was doing some diabolical plotting of her own.
Phone for you, Mrs. Castillo.
-Hello? -Hey, gorgeous.
-It's me. -It's about time you called.
How'd your date go with you know who?
-Swell, if I do say so myself. -Good.
Because I need you to screw her... tonight.
Tonight?
Carlo is starting to communicate.
He even tried to warn Catherine about you.
I need that compromising photo as soon as possible.
She's a church-going spinster.
She's not going put out on the second date.
Well, then get her drunk. Tell her you love her.
I don't care how you do it, just...
Just, just make it happen.
Goodbye.
You ended that call awfully fast.
Who was it?
Your secret lover?
For a woman who dresses like a nun,
you certainly have a filthy mind.
Hello?
Oh.
It's for you.
-Hello? -Hey, Catherine. It's me.
You got any plans tonight?
I thought maybe we could grab some dinner.
It would be lovely to see you, but I'm busy tonight.
What about tomorrow night?
You can't say no to that.
It's, uh... my birthday?
Well...
I-I don't want you to be alone on your birthday.
So, shall we say 6:00?
It's a date.
Are you serious?
You really want me to kill Carlo Castillo?
I-I want you to help him.
Isn't that the term you prefer?
Yes, and every time I've used it, you've corrected me.
So, what's changed?
Well, I saw him for myself.
He can't move or...
feed himself or bathe.
When did you see him?
Last night, at Rita's.
Sounds like you two have grown close.
Oh, yes.
She's become a good chum.
Did she get you into the Garden Club?
Rita tried.
The other ladies voted for Ada Coy.
Ah, Alma.
-I'm so sorry. -It's fine.
I only wanted to get in
so that I could make some new friends, and now I have.
Rita's really gone out of her way to be kind to me,
even while dealing with a crippled husband.
Did she come to you about this?
Why would she?
It's not as if I go around advertising your services.
So... you'll help him?
Alma.
While I was away on my trip,
I had a bit of an epiphany.
An epiphany?
I realized I'd only been ending
the suffering of others to ease my own pain.
My actions were more selfish than merciful.
So I vowed to never do it again.
And you won't.
After you help Carlo,
you'll put away your trusty syringes forever.
I'm sorry, Alma. The answer is no.
I should go.
Bertram!
We're not done discussing this.
Alma, my mind is made up.
There's nothing you can do to change it.
Hey, Dee.
Hey. Thanks for meeting me.
Come here.
I-Is something wrong?
Is everything all right?
You sounded so strange on the phone.
Yeah.
I've gotten myself into a situation.
Okay, well, we-we can go somewhere and we can
-talk about it, right? -Oh, I can't.
And I'm really sorry to spring this on you.
I, I like you so much.
More than you know, but...
...we can't see each other anymore.
Why not?
I can't say.
Did I do something?
Oh, God, no.
This has nothing to do with you. I promise.
Well, whatever it is, we-we can talk about it.
Like we always do.
You're such a good guy, Vern.
And I think you deserve all the happiness in the world.
Wait, Dee.
Dee!
Oh, hello there.
Hey, Grace.
What a surprise.
What is going on?
Oh, I...
just thought my garden could use a little spiffing up.
Oh, yeah, well, I understand.
New projects help us take our minds off our troubles.
Oh. Well, that's not the only new project I'm working on.
Hmm?
Believe you me. Tea?
I still don't know why Rita treated you so badly.
I asked all the ladies in the club
if they knew something I didn't.
Any theories?
No.
But she's always been a very unhappy person.
-Mm. -Not surprised,
-given who she's married to. -What does that mean?
Apparently,
Carlo was something of an ogre.
Before he had the stroke,
he used to beat Rita.
-That is just awful. -Mm-hmm.
Please... go on.
Look at that.
It's been ages since you baked a cherry pie.
Yes, well,
I wanted to do something special
to apologize for this morning.
Oh, when you asked me to help Carlo?
Yes.
You see, I-I wasn't completely honest with you.
I held back some important details.
That was wrong of me. I'm sorry.
What details are you referring to?
Well...
the truth is, I don't care about Carlo at all.
In fact, I think he deserves every bit of pain that he's in.
Well, if that's the way you feel,
why would you want me to hasten his death?
Because I care about Rita.
Oh, Bertie.
Carlo is an awful man.
He used to beat her. Savagely.
Rita wept when she spoke of his cruelty.
That's horrible.
Thank God he can't hurt her anymore.
Yes, but now she has to take care of him.
And can you imagine?
Being forced to nurse your tormentor?
She's so unhappy.
Drinking and neglecting her own health.
I fear that she might die before Carlo does.
That poor woman.
But you could help her.
Oh, Bertram.
You want to. I know you do.
You can't ignore that kind of suffering.
All I'm asking for
is one final act of mercy.
Please.
Save my friend.
All right.
I'll do it.
Oh...
Bless you, Bertie.
You know what would be nice on this pie?
-Some ice cream. -Mm.
-Sounds delicious. -Doesn't it?
Mmm.
Are you glad to be back?
You know I am.
Ah, hey, look.
It's our old pal Mr. Murphy.
Oh.
I forgot there was a fire escape here.
This is the perfect place for my photographer to hide.
I hope he's patient.
It's going to take a lot of booze during dinner
to get Catherine back here for dessert.
You may want to knock a few back yourself.
You'll have to be drunk to jump those old bones.
She's not so bad.
Excuse me?
Oh, I thought she was an old pickle-puss at first,
but once she lets her guard down,
she's actually got a really nice smile.
And she's only... what?
Five years older than you?
You know...
this seduction doesn't have to end in consummation.
Aw, I thought that was the whole point.
No. The photo is the point.
Once Catherine is naked and on her back,
you'll have hit the high note.
No need to sing the entire opera.
You're jealous.
Of her?
Don't be preposterous.
You know, I have missed this old murphy bed.
What do you say we rechristen it?
Why? So I have nothing left in the tank for Catherine?
How devious do you think I am?
You've been to the gym this morning, haven't you?
Oh, what gave it away, the muscles?
No, the smell.
You need a shower.
Oh.
Well, give me five.
And-and keep the motor running.
You the manager here?
I'm looking for a guy who lived in 3B.
I thought maybe he left a forwarding address
where he can be reached.
You talking about Scooter?
He moved back in this morning.
He did?
Oh. Ah.
Well, thanks.
Oh, it's you.
Is Scooter here?
I thought you were done with him.
Something's happened.
And it's very important I speak to him.
Please.
Oh, my God. You're pregnant.
You can tell?
Oh, it's all over your face.
That and some fairly cheap makeup.
Nice.
Oh, before I forget, I have a message for you from my mom.
You get all that?
Or do I need to repeat it?
You know what?
I'll come back later when Scoot can talk.
Are you, uh, sure you want to tell him?
How can I not?
It's his baby.
Well, what are you hoping for?
That he'll tell you he loves you?
Because he doesn't.
And what if he decides to do the right thing and marry you?
You'd have two infants to take care of instead of one.
Scooter is not ready to be a father.
Or a husband.
Hell, he can barely cut it as a boyfriend.
I do not want to marry Scooter.
But I don't got a lot of choices here.
You'll think of something.
You're too smart to let one stupid mistake
ruin the rest of your life.
Congrats.
He's all yours.
Thank you.
You know, if you need some money...
Who was that at the door?
Just a door-to-door salesman.
What were they selling?
Nothing we need.
Mmm.
-Delicious. -Hmm.
You made my cocoa just the way I like it.
Thank you, my darling.
You're very welcome, Bertie.
Say, how are you at housebreaking?
What's that?
You know, picking locks and all that?
I think it's best if you visit Carlo
late at night when everyone's asleep.
But have you ever broken into a locked house before?
Well, I mean, usually, when I drop in on someone
to help them, they just open the door.
Unless they're too ill to get up,
and then I find a way in.
You're so clever.
Now, it is a very, very big house.
And so, I have made you a map.
Oh. Many is the time I could have used one of these.
Yes. So, Carlo's room is here.
Up the stairs, take a right.
Last one on the left, not the right.
-That's Rita's bedroom. -Right.
Now, the front door is very, very solid,
but if you come around the back,
there are French doors that lead into the foyer.
-Is that easier? -Oh, much.
Hmm. Now, will you have to break the glass?
No. No. I can't leave any signs of forced entry.
I'd just be asking for an autopsy.
And if the police did do an autopsy,
would they find the drug that you use?
They'd have to be looking for it.
And they wouldn't be unless they suspected foul play.
-Hmm. -And it's never happened.
My record is spotless.
26 deaths, each ruled to be by natural causes.
-That's quite an accomplishment. -Oh, thank you, darling.
You know, it seems odd getting compliments
for something I hid from you for many years.
I think it's good that I know these things.
Makes our marriage stronger.
Yes, it does.
-Yes.
Mmm. Mmm.
You want me to photograph your lover
screwing your stepdaughter?
If you try hard enough, you can make anything sound sordid.
Boy, you are a piece of work.
This is completely justified.
That crone has had it in for me since day one.
I have to fight back.
By using your own gigolo as bait?
It's not like he hasn't cheated on me before.
At least he won't get this one pregnant.
Pregnant?
Remember that large girl he was seeing?
She showed up at his place today to give him the bad news.
The... the waitress?
She's having a baby?
I convinced her not to tell Scooter.
She's not so dumb that she can't see he'd make a lousy father.
So, if you're not going to take the photo,
can you refer someone who will?
Did I say I wouldn't do it?
You haven't even made me an offer yet.
Oh.
So, your disgust can be overcome for the right price?
Some days money doesn't mean a lot to me.
Lucky for you, this isn't one of them.
That's it. Open up and chew slowly.
Catherine.
Your friend from the dry cleaner is downstairs.
Thanks.
Do you want one more fry before I leave, Papa?
What's wrong?
Are you full?
Why are you mad?
Because I'm going out for dinner?
That's silly.
I need to start enjoying my life.
You know, I'm not 23 anymore.
I'll vouch for that.
I won't be too late.
I'll tuck you in when I come home. Hmm?
She's going to have sex tonight.
With a man you don't approve of.
If you hadn't threatened to disinherit her,
I wouldn't have anything to blackmail her with.
But now I can scare her all the way back to Texas.
And then it's just you and me.
Doesn't that sound like fun?
I hear this is their best chianti.
But why buy the whole bottle?
We won't be able to drink it all.
Oh, we got to try.
It's my birthday.
That's right.
I almost forgot.
-Oh, you got me a gift? -Just a small token, really.
Those are real diamonds.
Catherine.
This is too expensive.
No.
Didn't cost me a cent.
I bought them years ago for another man.
Do you like them?
I love them.
I'm so glad.
This is shaping up to be my best birthday ever.
Oh.
So I don't get expensive gifts for Papa anymore
because I know they're going to end up going to Rita.
Now, that's your stepmother?
I guess you never liked her, huh?
Well, actually, we used to be friends,
right when she and Papa got engaged.
She was nice back then.
But right after the wedding,
that's when Rita showed her true colors.
-She wasn't so nice anymore? -Mm.
No. You see...
Rita can be sweet as pie as long as she needs you,
but once she no longer needs you...
You're out on your ass.
I should powder my nose.
Excuse me.
You want to hurry it up, Romeo?
It's almost midnight.
You must be the guy Rita hired to take the photo.
And I hope I'm doing my job half as well as you're doing yours.
Excuse me?
I've been watching you work.
If I didn't already know the plan,
I'd swear you had a yen for that broad.
He left it for Catherine to find.
Yeah.
She told him she'd check on him when she gets home tonight.
I'm just glad you found it first.
What are we going to do?
Well, we need to keep him away from all lawyers
and condiments.
This is no joke.
I'm worried.
Once we have the photo, Catherine will go back home.
Trust me.
She does not want to be disinherited.
So, what if we get rid of her?
Carlo heard you with Scooter the night he fell.
If he tells someone he wants a divorce...
And how's he going to do that?
He can't talk.
For now.
What if he gets his voice back?
Wh-What, what if he gets to a phone
when one of us isn't looking?
We might not know until a lawyer shows up with divorce papers.
Then what?
Well, then I'm screwed.
Not just you.
If you lose your home, I lose mine, too.
Let's not panic.
Once Catherine is gone, it'll just be the three of us
in this house, and we can watch him like a hawk.
Sedate him
if we have to.
Or...
...we can kill him.
Isabel.
We've gotten away with it before.
Are you ready?
Why are you dressed like that?
Isn't it obvious?
I'm going with you.
No, no. That wasn't part of the plan.
It's far too risky.
What's risky is sending you into Rita's house
without a lookout.
I won't go inside.
I'll stay in the car and keep watch, just in case.
Well, I suppose that'll be all right.
Now, don't forget your coat.
It's chilly out.
We can't have you catching your death.
What?
It's just nice to know that you still worry about me.
Makes me feel like we're back to normal.
Of course we're back to normal.
I think I saw your coat on a chair in the kitchen.
-Go get it. -Yes.
-Dee.
I've been meaning to call you.
How are you doing? Everything okay?
Not really. You got a minute?
Look around.
I got all the time in the world.
What's up?
You remember last summer?
You told me about your predicament.
Well...
It seems I'm now in the same boat.
No.
Have you told your parents?
No.
I'm thinking maybe they won't need to know.
If I do what you did.
Remember, I had no choice.
My folks would have disowned me.
And the guy I was seeing was married, so...
Tell me about the place you went.
St. Anne's?
It was nice.
They took good care of me.
What was it like?
When you gave birth?
The doctors gave me something for the pain,
so it's a bit hazy.
I remember one of the nuns said not to look at the baby
when it came out.
That it would be too painful.
But I looked anyway.
It was a boy.
He looked just like me. I think.
They took him away so quick.
Do you know what happened to him?
My little guy was adopted by a family in Utah.
They got money, a big house with a yard.
It makes me feel good knowing he traded up.
Ever think about him?
What do you think?
But the good news is,
I graduate secretarial school in May,
and my folks will be there to cheer me on.
No. I made the right decision.
It's getting late.
I should go.
If you do decide to go to St. Anne's,
can I give you some advice?
Sure.
Listen to the nuns.
Don't look at it.
I'm telling you, it's the only way to protect yourself.
You don't think I've thought about killing Carlo before?
I came this close to drowning him in the tub last month.
Then why didn't you?
It's not worth the risk.
I say it is.
We shot Harry. Look how that paid off.
Elysian Park is not Galveston.
And Carlo's not some violent brute no one will miss.
I'm not saying we shoot him.
There are poisons we could buy.
Something undetectable.
Yeah, and if the police get suspicious?
Then we run, like before.
-We change our names. -No.
I don't want to change my identity again.
I've spent the last ten years perfecting this one.
Ooh, God. My head is spinning.
Oh. You're drunk.
We're not going to solve this tonight.
We can talk about it tomorrow.
Just promise me,
no matter what happens,
you won't leave me.
I promise. I won't.
Good.
I love you, Isabel.
I love you too, cousin.
There's still a light on upstairs.
That's Rita's dressing room.
Let's hope she's not a night owl.
Are you hungry?
I brought us some snacks and cocoa.
The taking of a human life is a grave and sacred task.
It's not a night at the drive-in.
This isn't frivolous.
You know how you get when your blood sugar drops.
Yes. I'm sorry.
I'm a bit nervous about Carlo.
I'm just not sure what his reaction will be.
He'll probably be a bit scared.
He might be a little bit startled at first.
But, you know, you have such a warm smile.
I'm sure you'll put him right at ease.
Thank you, Alma.
I'm glad you're here to tell me that.
Me, too.
Chocolate chip cookie?
Oh, go on then, just one.
Yes.
I had a lovely evening, Scooter.
Oh, does it have to be over?
We could swing by my place for a nightcap.
Oh, I had too much to drink already.
I'm not sure I can trust myself.
Don't you trust me?
Even less.
It's been wonderful, but I do think
you need to take me home now.
Ah...
Ah, hang on a sec. I... I-I think
-I left something at the table. -Okay.
Change of plans.
She wants me to take her home.
Are you calling it off?
What am I supposed to do?
Drag her back to my place?
Rita expects a photo in the morning.
How do you think she'll react if we don't deliver?
Oh, geez.
Okay.
Follow me back to Rita's place.
I'll try to get something started there.
-♪
It's off. Rita's light is off.
Here we go. Wish me luck.
Here. When you get into Carlo's room,
just give me a signal
-through the window. -Why?
So I know that you made it upstairs safely.
Just shine your flashlight out the window.
-Oh. -All right? Yeah, okay.
Bye. Good luck.
And if anything happens downstairs, let me know.
How will I do that?
Honk the horn.
We're having quite an adventure, aren't we?
Yes. We're like Bonnie and Clyde.
-But with cookies. -Yes.
You're awake.
I'm sorry to startle you.
I'm not sure if you'll remember me.
I'm Dr. Fillcot.
Your vet.
What?
I know you're...
in a great deal of pain.
And I'm here to relieve you of your suffering.
Perhaps we'll start with a sedative.
Boy. How about that wind?
I think a storm is coming.
My hair is frightful.
Make yourself at home.
I'll only be a moment.
Did you hear something?
You said, "Make yourself at home."
Scooter, really.
I'm old enough to be your mother.
You're never too old to have fun.
Why do you want to have fun with me?
Let's face it.
I'm not a great beauty.
I'm lonely, okay?
You seem like you're lonely, too.
Yes.
I am lonely.
And rich.
If having money means you can't trust anyone,
that you can't accept love when offered...
then what good is it?
There's no need to be frightened.
It'll all be over so soon.
I want your last moments to be serene.
-And beautiful.
Oh. Did the lightning startle you?
I'm so sorry.
So, you really like me?
Of course I do.
You're the nicest person I've met in this town.
I'm not that nice.
Come on.
You're a doll.
You treat me like I'm somebody,
and the sweet way you take care of your dad.
Oh, I hate my papa.
Even more since I met you.
You make me remember everything he took from me.
When I still had something to offer.
I know what it feels like to think you've missed the boat.
That it's too late
to get what you want.
Maybe it is.
Or maybe it isn't.
Bertram.
Alma, what are you doing?
There are two people downstairs. I don't know who they are.
Why didn't you honk the horn?
I did. You must just not have heard it.
Oh. Is it done?
Yes, his suffering has ended.
Which is more than can be said for mine.
That old man grabbed me.
Will you stop complaining.
We need to get out of here. Come on.
There were two people talking in the living room earlier.
A man and a woman.
Well, they're not talking now.
Are they there?
Shh.
Maybe the wind will distract them.
They don't need any more distracting. Come on.
Rise and shine, Papa.
The clouds are gone.
It's a glorious day, Papa.
Papa?
Papa!
We have to talk.
Yeah. Yeah, I'd like to talk.
I'm ashamed of how I left things.
Now, just forget about it.
No, I have to explain.
The truth is, I...
I'm in so much trouble.
And lately it's felt like
you're my best friend in the world.
So, I'm back.
Because I trust you to give me good advice.
See, the...
The thing I couldn't tell you was...
You're pregnant.
How?
I am a detective.
Oh, Vern.
What am I gonna do?
Here's a thought.
Marry me.
What?
Look, if you're just trying to be a good guy here...
No. That's not what this is.
But you'd be raising another man's baby.
With the woman I love.
Oh, Vern.
Are you absolutely sure?
Oh, yeah.
I've given it a lot of thought.
In fact...
I bought this for you last night.
I hope it's okay.
Sorry for being so blunt.
I probably should have had a fancy speech prepared.
But...
But if you'll have me...
I guess that's a yes, huh?
Oh. That's more than a yes.
That's a "you betcha."
Hello.
Yes, hello.
My name is Mary Booth.
I live in your neighborhood.
I drove by your home and saw the ambulance.
I was concerned.
Did something happen to Mr. Castillo?
Yes.
My father died last night.
Oh, no.
Well, um...
This is just awful of me to ask,
but do you know how he died?
What do you mean?
Well, I was in a café last week,
and I overheard his wife Rita
saying the most awful things about him
and the money that she expected to inherit.
Uh, "Any day now" was the phrase that she used.
When you said that he'd died,
the hairs on the back of my neck just stood up.
I...
Maybe it's wrong of me, but I felt that I had
to say something.
No.
It's a good thing you called.