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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?

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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