All language subtitles for Why Women Kill 2x06 - Dangerous Intruder (English)

Previously on Why 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 in the board?

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.

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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.

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?

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 caf� 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.

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