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-Marry me.
-You'd be raising
another man's baby.

With the woman I love.

You know Rita Castillo?

-Is she ill?
-No, but she has a husband.

He's in so much pain.

You really want me to kill
Carlo Castillo?

And if the police
did do an autopsy,

would they find
the drug that you used?

They'd have to be looking
for it,

and they wouldn't be
unless they suspected foul play.

I need you to screw her tonight.

Carlo is starting
to communicate.

Once we have the photo,
Catherine will go back home.

I won't be too late.

I'll tuck you in
when I come home.

She's going to have sex tonight.

If you hadn't threatened
to disinherit her,

I wouldn't have anything
to blackmail her with.

We can kill him.

Gotten away with it before.

Elysian Park is not Galveston.

I won't go inside.
I'll stay in the car.

Keep watch, just in case.

And I'm here to relieve you
of your suffering.

I overheard his wife Rita
saying things

about the money
that she expected to inherit

"any day now."

It's a good thing you called.

The widow Castillo sat
on her sofa that morning

thinking about her dreams
and how they'd all come true.

Her brute of a husband was dead.

And she was now insanely rich.

Yes.

Rita had the feeling

she'd be happy
for the rest of her life.

She was wrong.

What?

Wait.
What, what are you doing?

Excuse me. Hello?

Excuse me!

Where are they going?

Ma'am, we have a search warrant.

Why do you need
to search my house?

I asked them to solve
the mystery of Papa's death.

Mystery? He had a heart attack.

That's what we thought
until we performed an autopsy.

And who asked you to do that?

I did.

It was my last gift to Papa.

That's what you call a gift?

An autopsy?

Well, now I know what
I'm getting you for Christmas.

Isabel, get me another drink.

Mrs. Castillo, we have evidence
your husband was poisoned.

Poisoned?

That's impossible.

We also know you were
the only one upstairs with him.

And you stand to inherit
half his estate.

She gets the other half,
and she was here, too.

I was downstairs,
on that sofa with a friend.

We talked all night long.

Talked. Yeah, right.

I didn't go upstairs until 6:00.

And the coroner said Papa died
before 1:00.

This is ludicrous.

My husband was old and sick.

All I had to do was wait
for him to die.

And I am a very patient woman.

Where the hell is my drink?

She was cheating on Papa,

but I think he found out.

I think he was planning
to divorce her.

That would be motive.

I refuse to listen
to another word.

Going somewhere, Mrs. Castillo?

Yes, to my lawyer.

I'm going to sue all of you
for libel.

What's in the purse?

-Why?
-You just seem
in kind of a hurry

to get it out of the house.

You are ridiculous,
you know that?

There.

Satisfied?

As she arrived
at the police station,

Rita wondered
how her new happiness

could have vanished so quickly.

Hey, Rita, over here.

She had no idea the answer...

was staring her in the face.

The arrest of her archnemesis

had left Alma Fillcot
in the best possible mood.

Her scheming had yielded
the results she'd hoped for.

And she was as happy

as she'd ever been.

Sadly...

the same could not be said
for her husband.

Have you spoken to Rita?

Why?

Well, it's been four days
since we killed Carlo.

I'm just worried about her.

I keep wondering how she's
feeling, if she's happier now.

Well, I've left messages,
but she hasn't called me back.

Perhaps you can pop by
and visit her.

See how she's doing.

You're sweet to be concerned,

but I'm sure Rita is just fine.

-Thank you.
-Hmm. Morning, Dee.

Would you like some breakfast?

-Oh, I can't stay.
I got a job interview.
-Oh.

But I did want to know

if you two had plans
for dinner tonight.

I don't think so. Why?

There's someone
I want you to meet.

Oh, who?

This fella I know.

Actually, he's my fella.

I have a fella.

This, uh, this
the young man who...?

No, no. It's not Scooter.

Who's Scooter?

So, this is a new boyfriend?

Was there an old boyfriend?

I met Vern last month.

He's smart and he's kind.

And I love him.

Darling.

-Does he love you back?
-Oh, yes.

In fact...

he proposed.

You're engaged?

-Oh!

-Oh, my God.
-Oh!

I'm so happy.

Bertram! Oh, it's happened.

-I told you not to lose faith.
-Yes.

You said what now?

Oh. I've just been so concerned
about your love life.

I started praying to St. Jude
to send you a man to marry.

And he finally came through!

Oh. Oh.
Oh.

Isn't he the patron saint
of lost causes?

Oh, don't be insulted.

Besides,
you can't argue with results.

-My goodness.
-Oh. Ah.

It's about time you showed up.

May I offer my condolences
on the death of your husband?

Yes. It's very sad.

When can you post bail
and get me out of here?

Well, this is only
a courtesy visit.

I came to tell you I can't serve
as your attorney in this matter.

It would be a conflict
of interest.

But you're my family lawyer.

I was
your late husband's lawyer,

and you're not the only member
of his family.

His daughter engaged my services
a week ago.

And since your interests
and hers don't quite align,

I can't represent you both.

Then who is going
to bail me out?

Yes, about that,
the judge denied bail.

What?

Catherine told him if you were
set free,

you'd pose a danger to her.

And he believed her?

The judge was a personal friend
of Mr. Castillo's.

He wishes to spare

his now orphaned daughter
any further distress.

Orphaned? She's 50.

What about my distress?

I'm the fucking widow.

A circumstance
you might have avoided

with a little more patience
and a little less poison.

Wait!

Ah. Hello, ladies.
Lovely to see you today.

Doctor, have you heard the news?

News? What news?

It was just on the radio.

Rita Castillo has been arrested.

Arrested?

Yes. They're saying
she killed her husband.

Isn't it just terrible?

Please.

Doctor?
-Hmm?

Are you okay?

No, I-I don't think I am.

Hello?

Oh, thank God you picked up.

Rita, are you still in jail?

Yes, I am. Thanks to Catherine.

Now listen.
I need you to do something.

Anything you need, Rita.

Get the cash in my desk.

Then go to Vern Loomis
and pay for the photos

he took of Catherine last night.

The photos of Catherine
having sex?

Yes.

Go through all the photos,

and pick the one where Catherine
looks as indecent

as possible.

-Then what?
-Show it to her.

Tell her everyone she knows

is gonna get
a copy of that photo,

if she doesn't tell the judge

to give me bail.

And then tell Vern
I need to see him today.

Sorry. I got to go.

Oh. Bertie.

What are you doing home?

Rita Castillo has been arrested.

Oh. I know. I heard.

-Oh, it's shocking.
-Shocking?

Confounding, more like.

How did they find out
that Carlo was poisoned?

Well, I don't know.

The drug you used
can't be detected. Right?

Not unless you test for it.

No one ever has, not once.

Careful.
-What?

People are watching.

Alma.

Your friend is in jail.

It's our fault.

Why aren't you upset?

Well, I am.

Haven't you ever heard
of putting on a brave face?

Perhaps we should call
the police.

Tell them
they've made a mistake.

And when they ask how we know
that, what will we tell them?

I'm not sure, but we
can't just let her rot in jail.

Oh, Bertram, relax.

The police can't prove Rita
did something she didn't do.

Let's hope you're right.

Don't worry.

I'm sure everything
will work out

exactly as it should.

Where are you off to?

Oh, I have some unfinished
business to attend to.

Downtown.
Put those in the good vase.

I'll be back soon
to make a nice dinner.

And don't forget,

tonight we're meeting
our future son-in-law.

All things considered,

it's a happy day.

Well?

How'd it go?

My parents can't wait
to meet you,

and dinner
will be served at 7:30.

And you told them everything?

About the engagement
and the baby?

I told them we're engaged.

That was enough happiness
for one morning.

Look, I just want them to know
how much I love you.

And I don't mind that you're
carrying another man's child.

Oh. You think that'll make 'em
see what a good guy you are?

Maybe a little.

And you'll look noble.

Well, yeah.

Question.

Once I admit I got knocked up
by a completely different guy,

how will I look?

Yeah, okay.

What's the plan?

We don't speak a word of Junior

until we're being pelted
with rice.

Yeah, but what if you're showing
before the wedding?

Don't you think people
will have questions?

It's the one upside
to being a big girl.

No one ever dares ask
if you're pregnant.

-Miss Catherine...

I'm going to run some errands.

Do you need anything?

Isabel.

I work for Rita Castillo.

My condolences.

She called from jail, asked me
to get the photos you took.

I figured as much.

Here you go, 33 photos
and the negatives to boot.

Thanks.

There's something else.

Always is with that dame.

Mrs. Castillo needs you
to come see her in jail.

Today.

Still demanding,
even behind bars.

She expects you there by 4:00.

And for the record, Mr. Loomis,

Rita Castillo is not a dame.

She's a fucking lady.

I am sure it's all just
a horrible misunderstanding.

I mean, Rita's no angel, but...

she's no killer either.

She did tell us
Carlo is a brute.

But when your husband
is that old, you don't kill him,

you just wait.

But look who I'm telling.

What are you implying?

I adored my Edgar.

And I miss him every day.

Excuse me just a moment.

-Oh. Excuse me.
-Thank you.

-Alma.

-Ah, hello.
-Oh, Mavis.

I love your hat.

So chic.

-Oh. Thank you.
-Hmm.

How are you doing?

Oh. I'm fine.

Certainly better than Rita.

I'm sure you've heard the news.

What about Rita?

You haven't seen the papers?
Rita's been arrested.

For what?

Drunk driving?

For murder.

They're saying
she poisoned Carlo.

Oh.

She actually
went through with it.

What?

Oh, I...

I shouldn't have said that.

Excuse me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What have you heard?

Well...

You know when you all came over,

she and I spoke for quite
some time in the kitchen.

Oh, I remember.

We were in the other room
saying, "What is that about?"

She confided in me
that she was having an affair

and that Carlo was on to her.

-She was worried
that he might divorce her

and-and leave her
without a dime.

But then she said that
she had a plan to stop him.

I didn't take it seriously
because she was so...

drunk, but now I...

-Oh.
-Divorce.

-That would explain a lot.
-Yes.

Please don't repeat this.

I would hate
for word to get out.

Everyone in town would think
that Rita is guilty.

And who knows? I...

Maybe I'm wrong.

I will take it to my grave.

Thank you.

It's so lovely to see you,
Alma.

You as well.

Oh, have a wonderful day.

-Yes, bye.
-Bye now.

I just saw Alma Fillcot
in the restroom.

Are you ladies ready
for the bill?

Oh, no thank you, Joe.

We have lots more to discuss.

...and he was going
to divorce her.

I know what you think of me,

but I did not kill Carlo!

Relax.

I believe you.

You do?

But don't get me wrong,

I think you're capable
of murder.

But you'd hire some goon
to do it

while you were on vacation.

You wouldn't be upstairs
taking a nap.

See.

I know you, Rita.

You may be evil,

but you're not stupid.

I'm sure there was a compliment
in there somewhere.

So you'll help me?

Maybe.

I got to get permission first.

From who?

My girlfriend.

What's she got to do with it?

Long story.

I'll tell you sometime.

You might even laugh about it.

But probably not.

I spoke to Rita today.

What did she have to say?

She wants you to call the judge

and tell him to give her bail,
or else.

She's threatening me? With what?

-This.

I assume your photographer
took several of these.

Did he get any
from a better angle?

My breasts are much more
impressive than that.

This is no bluff.

We'll send copies
to everyone in Texas.

You won't be able to show
your face there again.

That would be awkward.

Luckily, I have no intention
of going back.

What?

I prefer it here.

You know, I have a bigger house,
nicer weather, a lover.

I had a picture
of him somewhere.

Oh, right.

Here it is.

The only thing I didn't like
about California was Rita.

But now that she
has different accommodations...

But-but you love Texas.

You lived there
your whole life.

I'm not as sentimental
about the past as some.

Take you, for instance.

Holding on
to all these old letters

that Rita wrote you years ago.

How did you get those?

"Relax, Isabel.

"No one's found
Harry's body yet,

and we're never going back
to Galveston."

I don't know

which Harry
from Galveston this is,

but I intend to find out.

So, in answer to your question,

no, I won't get Rita
out of jail.

And if you continue
talking to Rita,

I will put you in there
with her.

You're an evil bitch.
You know that?

Well, you can't blackmail me.

Because I quit.

Isabel, before you go...

One more cup?

For old times' sake?

Scooter, I don't know
what I'm doing here.

I did not kill Carlo.

I know.

Someone must have framed you!

No, I wasn't just saying that
for the guards.

I really am innocent.

Then what was that poison
doing in your purse?

What?

How did you know about that?

It wasn't in the papers.

Catherine told me.

She's still speaking to you?

Why wouldn't she be?

Well, I told you
to stop kissing her

once Vern got the photo.

Most women would be offended

by a man pulling away mid-tryst.

Well... that was the plan.

But, well...

-once we got going...
-Wait.

You actually...

fucked her?

Well, at least
I kept her distracted

while you were doing...
whatever.

I did not murder Carlo!

Of course you didn't!

I am very angry
with you right now.

Well, then maybe
I should lay low for a while.

You know, some folks
might consider me a motive.

Are you dumping me?

I-I'm just saying
no more visits in jail.

It makes you look guilty.

And...

maybe me, too.

Maybe.

-Guard.
-Wait.

Scooter.

Please don't go.

I'm sorry.

Bye, Aunt Rita.

I know I said 7:30.

Maybe the traffic's bad.

Etiquette experts say

that you shouldn't be
right on time for dinner.

The hostess
might be running behind.

It's polite to be a bit late.

He's not usually this polite.

Oh, thank God.
I was getting worried.

Sorry.

I was working on a new case.

Mom, Dad, this is Vern.

-Hello.
-It's nice to meet you both.

Bertram Fillcot. How are you?

Dee said you liked flowers.

Oh, what lovely blooms.

-Not as pretty as your garden.
-Oh, well...

Flattery will get you
everywhere.

Please, come in, sit down.

Now, I heard you mention to Dee
something about a new case.

What exactly
do you do for a living?

He's a detective.

Oh.

Mom, are you all right?

Yes.

Yes. It's just a little thorn.

Are you with the police?

I used to be, before the war.

Now I'm a private detective.

Oh, a private detective.

Oh, that's much better.

I mean,
it's so much more exciting.

Not too exciting.

Mostly I work missing
persons cases, divorces.

It's how me met.

Vern came into the diner
'cause he was tailing a guy.

Next thing I knew,
I was tailing your daughter.

That sounded creepy, huh?

Yes, a little bit.

I'm going to put these in water.

Bertram, will you help me
in the kitchen?

Yes.

So far, so good.

Hey. What's this new case?

About that...

if I decide to take it,
the fee could buy us a house.

A house?

My God, who's the client?

Well...

Dinner is served!

Thank God. I am starved.

Why aren't you telling me
who the client is?

It's a long story.
I'll tell you later.

You might even laugh about it.

But probably not.

We need more rolls.

Just taking a batch
out of the oven.

Put the basket right here.

So?
What do you think about Vern?

I like him.

Such lovely manners.

And the blooms he brought
were well chosen.

Most men haven't a clue.

So, you really like him?

You're not just saying that?

I really like him.

And I hope you'll have
a nice, long engagement.

It'll give your father and I
a chance to get to know him.

Actually...

we wanted to get married
as soon as possible.

This is marriage, Dee.

It's not something
you just jump into.

Yeah, but...

Dee.

He's not going anywhere.

What's the rush?

So, you met Dee at the diner.

Do you, do you live near there?

I have a little place downtown.

But he just got a case so big,
it could buy us a house.

Oh, wonderful.

Who's the client?

-It's too soon to talk about it.
-Oh.

Sounds top secret.

I'll bet it's a movie star.

No.

No, but you'd earn enough
money to buy a house?

Rich people pay a lot
to get out of jams.

Oh, so it's a rich person
in a jam...

That sounds like a little bit
of a clue, doesn't it?

Hmm.

Is it Rita Castillo?

Uh...

Oh, my God.

It is Rita, isn't it?

Can we talk about this tomorrow?

Why would you work
for her again?

Again?

You've worked for Rita before?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Fillcot.

I know you hate Rita's guts.

What?

Vern...

Why would you say such a thing?

Well, Dee told me
about your history with Rita.

How she blackballed you
from her Garden Club.

She blackballed you?

And she got me fired
from my job.

I don't care for her either.

But she swears
she didn't kill her husband.

She said she was framed.

I-I-I'm sorry.

What do you mean framed?

The drug
that killed her husband?

They found a syringe full of it
in her purse.

Huh.

Such morbid talk
for the dinner table.

I hope that when I come back
with dessert,

we can change the subject.

She found my letters?

How?

How do you think?

Catherine broke into my room.

I told you to destroy those
years ago.

Why did you keep them?

You know, for the memories.

You kept them for insurance.

You were scared
I wouldn't give you the money

I promised when Carlo died.

You didn't trust me.

How could I?

You lie all the time.

To your husband, your lovers,

to everyone.

If Catherine has the letters,

how long before she finds out
what we did in Galveston?

You, you have ruined us.

Us?

You're the one
with poison in her purse.

How many times do I have
to tell you I was framed?

Any theories on who would
have done something like that?

So that's your next move.

You're going to try
to pin this on me?

All I know is I didn't do it.

Well, neither did I.

And you know what?

I ain't sticking around
to find out who did.

Meaning what?

Tomorrow I'm buying
a bus ticket for parts unknown.

What, you're just going
to leave me here to rot?

Catherine's on to us.

I got to get the hell
out of Dodge.

The ingratitude.

I gave you a home, a job.

A job as a maid.

We're blood.

And somewhere along the way,
you forgot that.

Well, I quit.

This is one mess you're going
to have to clean up yourself.

You said that Rita
was your friend.

That she wanted you in the club.

That's what she said,
but she lied.

Is this why you asked me
to kill Carlo?

Now is not the time.

Alma, did you put that syringe
in her purse?

What I did or didn't do
doesn't matter at this point.

What matters is that Dee
is engaged to a man

who wants to prove
Rita is innocent.

But she is innocent.

And we are not.

See the problem?

You deceived me.

You used me as a murder weapon.

Stop whining.

-Get the ice cream.

How can you work for Rita after
all she's done to this family?

Well, helping us buy a house
is a nice way to apologize.

God, this night is a disaster.

I know, it's awkward.

But we have to think
about our future

and the home
we want to make for the baby.

Baby?

Oh, boy.

Dee, do you mean to say that...?

Yeah.

I'm pregnant.

-What?

It's not mine.

Yeah.

That made it less awkward.

Thank you, Vern.

Just put those on the counter,
please.

For what it's worth,

I'm sorry you had to find out
about the baby like that.

We should've told you sooner.

And you don't have to worry.

I plan to take good care
of Dee and the baby.

But I do worry.

Mostly about your job.

My job?

Well, you're
a private detective.

That's dangerous work.

Dee could end up a widow
before her first anniversary.

Oh, no.

It's not what it seems like
in the movies.

Don't you investigate
people's secrets?

Expose things they're
desperate to keep hidden?

I guess.

And I assume you carry a gun.

When it's necessary.

So you admit it?

There's risk.

I am not going
to get myself killed.

That's what they all say.

Mrs. Fillcot, being a P.I.
is, is how I make my living.

Why not drive a taxi?

Or work in a factory?

There are safer ways
to bring home a paycheck.

Are you asking me
to quit my job?

Oh, Vern.

You're asking me

to bless this hasty union
with my daughter.

And she's pregnant
with another man's child?

A little compromise makes
for happier families.

Don't you agree?

Thank you for coming by.

-You sounded upset on the phone.
-I am.

Something unpleasant
came to my attention.

It involves Rita and me...

and you as well.

Me?

The night Papa died,

when we came back here and...
you know.

What about it?

It appears there were
photographs taken.

Of us.

Undressed.

Listen, uh,
about those photos...

You knew about them?

Well, yeah.

When Rita came to me, I...

She tried to blackmail you, too?

She sure did.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't know
she had us followed.

She's sneaky, that one.

No, she's hateful.

You know,
one thing is to attack me,

but to drag an innocent young
man into her vendetta...

Eh.

What ya gonna do?

So, do you really think
she killed Carlo?

Well, if not her, then who?

That's what I keep wondering.

So... you're not angry at me?

At you?

No. We're golden.

Oh.

I'm so glad.

You know, our maid quit today.

And with Papa gone
and Rita in jail...

I'm going to be all by myself
in this cold,

empty house.

And I wouldn't mind it so much

if you were here

to keep me company.

Are you asking me to move in?

Here?

I need a reason to get up
in the mornings.

And it would be very nice
to have someone to take care of.

Well...

I sure wouldn't
want you to be lonely.

Oh.

Thank you, my darling boy.

Hey, you're cold.

Let me start you a fire.

Oh, Scooter.

You already have.

Thanks, Mom.
Thank you.
-Night.

-Of course. Drive safely.
-Take care.

Saw you talking to my mom
in the kitchen.

What was that all about?

She wants me
to stop being a detective.

What?

She's worried I'll get shot
by a crook,

and you'll be a widow.

Oh, geez.

So, what does she think
you'll do for a living?

-She suggested I drive a taxi.
-Hmm.

I'd rather sleep
with a private detective.

Well...

that settles that.

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

Your mom didn't seem
to mind my job at first.

Yeah.

She only got weird when
you said you might help Rita.

Considering what Rita did
to you and your mom,

maybe I shouldn't take the case.

Do you think Rita is innocent?

I do.

Then take the job.

Are you sure?

We got a baby on the way.

And if Rita's willing
to pay top dollar...

But what about your mom?

I want her to like me.

Honey.

She's going to be
your mother-in-law.

She will never like you.

This evening was certainly
full of surprises.

Don't you think?

Are you going to sulk all night?

You trick me into killing
Rita's husband.

Then you have the nerve
to complain that I'm sulking?

Why, Alma?

Why did you do it?

I told you.

Rita was cruel to me.

There's got to be
more to it than that.

When you're able to explain
your shocking conduct,

come down to the sofa.

Explain it to me there.

That's where
I'll be sleeping tonight.

Mr. Loomis?

It's 6:00 in the morning.

What are you doing here
so early?

I owe you one, Frank.

-You got five minutes.
-That's all I need.

I'm going to take your case.

Wonderful.

I didn't think you would.

I know you don't think
much of me.

I don't got to like you
to think you're innocent.

Thank you.

So...

I'm going to need a list
of all your enemies.

All of 'em?

Oh, honey.

You're going to need
more than five minutes.

Hi.
Oh, I hope it's not too early.

Not at all.

May I come in?

Oh, uh...

-My house is a mess.
-Oh.

-Let's, let's talk out here.
-Oh, all right.

-Oh, Alma.

I just...

I wanted you to know
the whole club feels terribly

about the way Rita treated you.

Promising you a spot and then
stabbing you in the back.

I'm sure she had her reasons.

Be that as it may,

there may be room
for a new member soon.

Oh?

Now, Rita is innocent
until proven guilty.

But...

this whole scandal
is just so salacious

that some of the ladies
want her out right now.

Oh.

Oh, poor Rita.

That is so like you, Alma.

Defending her, even now.

Well...

Well, if she is removed,

I plan to nominate you again.

And this time
I won't fail to get those votes.

That is...

if you'd still want
to be a part of our silly club.

I do.

I really do.

Oh, good.

Well, I'll let you know

as soon as we make a decision
about Rita.

You're so kind
to think of me, Grace.

Well, someone has to think
of you, Alma.

You never think of yourself.

Well...

Oh.

You're up.

That was Grace.

-She told me...
-I heard.

You don't seem
very happy for me.

That was the plan
all along, wasn't it?

Why a man is dead

and his wife is in jail
for murder.

All so you could
get into a garden club?

I don't pretend to be perfect.

Jesus, Alma.

Bertie... remind me.

Why did you kill
all those people?

I have told you a hundred times,

they were suffering
from disease.

And because you couldn't cure
the disease,

you killed the patient.

In order to protect them.

What if you had the cure?

What if you could have kept
the patient alive?

What are you talking about?

Rita was my disease.

She was a tumor,

causing me no end of pain,

agony.

So I had her removed.

It's not the same thing.

There's so much suffering
in the world.

Because of cruelty
and unkindness.

Rich, beautiful people
with power,

humiliating weak nobodies
who displease them.

Rita thought I was weak.

And so did I.

But you...

...you taught me
that we all have power.

If only we're brave enough
to use it.

Alma, you framed
an innocent woman

for a murder she didn't commit.

I prevented suffering.

That's how you justify
your crimes.

I can justify mine
in exactly the same way.

You've lost your mind.

We're about to be grandparents.

Let's just put all this
unpleasantness behind us

and enjoy this happy time.

Hmm?

Here you go.

How many days are you with us?

Just the night.

I'm taking the noon bus
out of town.

Okay. Well, I'll get the towels.

Oh.

Here's your towels.

I may need a few more.

I just decided to stay in town
a couple more days.

Oh? What changed your mind?

A promising business opportunity
has just presented itself.