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[Mary Alice] Previously
on Desperate Housewives:

- The last two years are a blank.
- That's a fresh approach.

I believe you.

- Mike couldn't place a familiar face.
- Whoever killed her...

The police couldn't identify
a murder victim.

...pulled out all her teeth.
- There's no signature.

Gabrielle was
getting showered with gifts...

- The buyer asked to remain anonymous.
- ... from a mystery suitor.

- I'm gonna open up a pizza parlor!
- And Lynette couldn't believe...

- Oh, dear God.
- ... what her husband had done.

I want to do what you want to do.

Julie's first love was two-timing her.

- And Orson's first wife...
- I'm Alma Hodge.

... wasn't going away...

- What do you think?
- I'll take it.

... any time soon.

Your average housewife worries
constantly about the dangerous people

she sees on the nightly news.

Which is why she buys
expensive alarm systems,

carries pepper spray in her purse,

and keeps a gun in her drawer.

So she can go about her day
feeling safe and protected.

[clicking]

Your average inmate worries constantly
about the dangerous people

he comes in contact with every day.

Which is why he takes ordinary items.

and turns them into weapons...

... that he always keeps handy.

So he can go about his day
feeling safe and protected.

What is the difference between
the housewife and the inmate?

The inmate knows the feeling
won't last long.

[indistinct chattering]

Delfino. Right?

Yeah. So?

[grunting]

[grunting]

[groaning]

Come on, brother. Let's go.

- You OK?
- Yeah.

I owe you one.

Yeah.

I guess you do.

Yes. We all need protection
from those who would do us harm.

And sometimes from those
who protect us.

- Wild parties.
- [laughter]

Handsome strangers.

Tender kisses.

I had a great time. Bye, you guys.

Yes, there were many things
Gabrielle Solis liked

about being single again.

But coming home to an empty house...

... was not one of them.

[screaming]

[panting]

- You're sleeping at my place tonight.
- Really?

What did you have in mind?

God, I hate my life.

Honestly, did you think
I was going to sleep with you?

It would be the polite way to thank me.

Carlos, this isn't funny.
I am scared to death of this maniac.

Since when? Yesterday you were loving
all the presents.

- The intrigue.
- The guy broke into the house.

He went from secret admirer to stalker.

Maybe he's trying to kill me
so no one else will have me.

Why don't you just call the cops?

Oh, and tell them what?
"9-1-1?

Somebody broke in the house
and left a $6,000 dress."

So, if this guy shows up again,
what am I supposed to do, exactly?

Nothing. Just having you here helps.

Now, that's very sweet.

When he breaks in and starts
hacking you up with his machete,

your screams will wake me
and I'll be able to escape.

Glad I could help.

- Hey, stranger.
- Hey.

You have good timing.
I just got all the kids to sleep.

Oh, damn. I wanted to tuck them in.

Well, you can tuck me in.

[chuckling]

I thought I smelled your sex perfume.

- Come here. Hi.
- Hi.

Oh, oh, oh, wait a minute.
Don't get me all revved up yet.

The printer is gonna
drop off my menu on his way home.

He already did.

You didn't look at that, did you?
It's just a mock-up.

Too late. I looked. And it's great.

- Really?
- Yes!

I love the font, the color, everything.

I am so jazzed to see the restaurant.

It is so good to hear that.

[Lynette giggling] Ooh!

So... any idea when that might be?

Sure. How about in two weeks?

Hey.

You open in two weeks.

That'd be a good time to come by because
there's free refills, balloons, music.

Might there be a VIP preview

for people, say,
who bore your children?

- Lynette.
- Yeah?

I don't want you to see it
until it's all done.

Why not?

You'll look at the place
and have tips and suggestions

that you won't be able
to keep to yourself.

You think?
Because I just saw a takeout menu

with a six-digit phone number
and I kept that to myself.

See! There it is.
That snarky, know-it-all attitude.

What? I am snarky because
I point out one small, glaring mistake?

That's it.
Now you're banned from the opening.

Ah!

Fine. Good night.

So, we're not having sex?

Hey, you banned me from your opening.

All I'm saying is that I'd feel
a lot safer on the pill.

But if you're not 18
you need parental consent.

Your mother needs
another reason to hate me?

She'll hate you worse
if you get me... Hey!

Hi.

Hi.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Can't we keep using condoms
and be extra careful?

[Julie] You crazy?
They're not dependable.

[Austin] They are.
Why do you think everybody uses them?

Read the box.
They all have to pass inspection.

[Julie] It's too risky.
Condoms are only 85 percent effective.

Mom!

Mom, what happened? Are you OK?

Oh...

I was just, uh...

I lost an earring.

Mom, you're wearing both your earrings.

Oh. I found it.

Austin, I would like to talk
to my daughter privately.

Sure. Call me later.

- Why were you talking about condoms?
- Why were you eavesdropping?

Don't change the subject.
Are you two having sex?

I thought that I raised
you to be smarter than that.

Don't you realize that sex
is not fun and games. It's dangerous!

Every time there's a new disease!
Do you want it to burn when you pee?

- Mom.
- Sex kills!

- Mom!
- What?

I'm not having sex.

Really?

Really.

Oh, thank God.

If you're not having sex,
why were you talking about condoms?

Because we know
two kids at school who are,

and they're only using condoms,

which is stupid because condoms
are only 85 percent effective.

Yes. That's right.

A condom alone will not protect you.

I totally agree.

[Edie]... the least I could do.

[indistinct chattering]

- [gasping] Bree!
- Alma.

I didn't know that you knew Edie.

I told your friends at that party
I was looking for a new house.

- A house?
- Yes. And Gabby introduced us.

Oh. Well, um, I don't want to keep you.

I'm sure that Edie has lots
of other houses to show you.

Nope, we're done.

Alma took one look
at the Applewhite house, and bam,

love at first sight.

- What?
- We're going to be neighbors.

No!

I mean... I mean, no.

- Alma, you can't buy this house.
- Why not?

Well, are you aware of its history?

The previous owner
was harboring a murderer.

It was her son.

Say what you like,
she was a great mom.

They had a dungeon in the basement.

People say they still hear groans
coming from the house at night.

They're gonna hear groans coming
from your house if you don't zip it.

Don't worry, Alma.
I'm sure that Edie can find you a house

that won't give you nightmares.

It's too late, Bree.

I've fallen in love
with this neighborhood.

As for that haunted house stuff,
that's silly.

People don't come back from the dead.

Don't I wish.

I will not have that woman
as a neighbor!

- You have got to do something!
- I said I'd talk to her.

- What are you waiting for?
- The house is dark. She's not there.

- You're gonna wait until she moves in?
- I will deal with it. Calm down.

How can I be calm? For months people
thought you killed your first wife.

No sooner does she show up
and clear your name

than the police ask you
about another murder.

They just had questions.

Everybody has questions. Susan
and I don't speak because of it.

Bree, please.

I try to hold my head up and smile

and just bake more pies
for the church social.

But now your ex is camped out
on our doorstep

like I am hosting
some kind of Mormon slumber party!

And I do not know how I'm going
to bake my way out of this one.

Darling, I swear to you,
I will get Alma out of that house.

I don't care if I have to live up
to my reputation and strangle her.

You're a good husband.

Have you lost your mind?

I am not getting you the pill.

Aunt Edie, Julie and I are in love.

Oh, please. It's not love
you're feeling. It's hormones.

- That's not true.
- OK, fine.

If you want to express your love
you don't need to go all the way.

Kiss. Touch. Rub.

I mean, whatever happened
to heavy petting?

- It's so underrated.
- That's your advice?

I'm sorry. I've never been good
at getting people not to have sex.

So you're not going to help us?

Julie, if I do this,
your mother would have my head.

- You should be talking to her.
- I can't talk to her.

The whole idea of this
completely freaks her out.

She started screaming, "Sex kills!"

So now it's all in my lap.

God, she pisses me off.

Look, how about I spring
for a box of condoms?

Will that get you two off my back?

Condoms are only 85 percent effective.

Is that true?

Damn. I thought I could coast
all the way to menopause.

Look, we're going to have sex
whether you help us or not.

We're just trying to be responsible.

All right.

But just so you know, the responsible
thing is to abstain from sex

and focus on your studies.

There.

I said it out loud
just in case anybody asks.

Gabby, I need another pillow.

[Gabby] All right. Don't take
the big one. That's my favorite.

It's only for one night
because tomorrow

I'm going to be back home
sleeping in my own bed.

[Gabby] What? You can't abandon me.

There's a madman stalking me.
My life is on the line.

Do you know how scared I am?

You're keeping that?

Hey, I'm scared, but not of the dress.

[car door closes]

[whispering] Carlos!

Carlos, wake up! I need you!

- Yeah. I thought you'd come around.
- What? No!

- Hey!
- He's here!

[grunting]

Carlos, be careful!
He might have a gun!

[grunting]

I'm unarmed. Stop kicking me!

Now you're going to give me attitude?

Gabby, we got him. Maintain.

This jerk terrorized me!
He broke into my house!

It was a $6,000 dress.

And my boss didn't want me
leaving it on the porch.

Your boss?

Hey, I'm sorry to wake you, sir,

but there was a problem
dropping off the gift.

Yes, and she's right here... with me.

This is Gabrielle.
Who the hell is this?

Yes, I got your "token of esteem"
and I'm not impressed.

Because you're freaking me out,
that's why!

No, I don't care how much it cost.
That's beside the point.

Really? That much?

Tell him if he doesn't stop harassing
you, you'll call the cops.

I know you're trying to be romantic,
but if you keep this up,

I'm going to be forced...

[chuckling]

What did he say?

That's sweet of you, but I am not
the most beautiful woman in the world.

Tell him you're going to get
a restraining order on him.

Yes. I may be in the top ten.

- Gabby!
- Hey! I'm talking here!

Your voice sounds so familiar.
Do I know you?

He says I know him and that he wants
to reintroduce himself at dinner.

Absolutely not.

I would not feel comfortable
meeting for dinner.

- Good girl.
- How about lunch?

Gabby!

But you have to promise to stop
buying me these expensive gifts.

Because I'm not that kind of girl.

Well, for that many carats,
yes, I could be that kind of girl.

I got to go. I'll talk to you tomorrow!

[turns off phone]

How about that? And here I was thinking
some guy wants to murder me in my sleep.

The night's still young.

- How're those ribs?
- Oh.

Just needed some tape.
I mean, those guys were hard-core.

- You really saved my ass.
- Don't mention it.

No. Seriously.

If there's ever anything
I can do for you, just say the word.

I'll keep that in mind.

Hey, Delfino.

Yeah, boss?

Might want to find yourself
another prom date.

- That guy's not your friend.
- How do you know that?

After those mutts knocked you around
the other day your boy paid them off.

- You sure?
- I saw money change hands.

So watch your back.

[door buzzing]

I was in the middle of freaking out

when Julie assured me
that she's not having sex.

Can't tell you how relieved I was.

Uh-huh.

Don't say "uh-huh" like that.
Julie wouldn't lie to me.

If she says she's not having sex,
then she's not having sex.

- OK.
- You can't say "OK" like that, either.

Julie's not like other girls.
She's a straight-A student.

And you were valedictorian.

What were you up to
that your mother didn't know about?

- You search the closet.
- I'll look under the bed.

Wait, wait, wait.

First rule of ransacking,
remember where everything goes.

[camera clicking]

You are going to make
a really good mother some day.

So, what does this diary look like?

It's small. It's got a plaid cover.

When you find it you have to read it.

I promised her I would
respect her privacy.

Help me flip this mattress.

- Oh, my God!
- You found it?

This is adorable.
You think maybe I could...?

No, you cannot borrow it.

Fine.

- Why does Julie have a VCR?
- To watch movies.

Please. Kids don't watch videos anymore.
Everything's digital.

See? It's just a tape.

Is it?

[rattling]

[Orson] Alma.

What do you think you're doing?

Measuring for drapes.

I'm thinking damask.

You know what I mean.

- Why have you moved here?
- It's a very nice street.

And I've made friends here.

People have taken
such an interest in me.

Yeah, they thought you were dead.

The novelty of your not being a corpse
can't last forever.

What are you after, hm?

Are you still punishing me?

You want me to pay you to leave?
What?

I want what I've always wanted.

You.

I'm married.

And even if I weren't, I don't love you.

You didn't love the old Alma.

I'm not that woman anymore.

I'm stronger, more confident.

It may take you a while to see that,
but I can wait.

Alma, I love Bree.

But does she love you?

She may love the Orson she knows.

But does she know
what you did to Monique?

Does she know
you ran over Mike Delfino?

I know all that.

I still love you.

Would she?

So I see you've spoken to Mother.

Yes.

It's nice to have someone
on my side in all of this.

Don't worry.

I won't tell Bree.

She might go to the police
and you're no good to me in jail.

But if I thought
I had no chance with you,

no chance at all,

well, there'd be nothing
to stop me from telling.

Please, Orson,

don't take away my hope.

She's not going.

Why not?

And what the hell
was that on the porch?

She kissed me good-bye.
What was I supposed to do, slug her?

You went there
to read her the riot act.

It looked like you were
reading her a bedtime story.

Bree, I told her we don't want her here.

I threatened, I shouted.
She refuses to go.

We're just going to have
to make the best of it.

- Hello?
- [Lynette] Hey, it's me.

You want to meet for lunch?

No, honey, I got to drive to Greendale
to pick out napkins.

Remember, I told you.

[Lynette] Oh, yeah, that's right.

So, I'll see you tonight.

OK. Good. I'll see you.

[car engine starting]

Oh, my God.

Hey, Mrs. Scavo.

Andrew, hi. I thought you weren't
starting until the opening.

There's just so much work
that needs to be done.

Mr. Scavo asked me to start early.

Oh.

He's not here, by the way.

Yeah, I know and, hey,
don't tell him I stopped by.

I'm not supposed to be here.
I just wanted to sneak a peek.

- [electronic beeping]
- Shouldn't you be working?

Shouldn't you not be here?

Touch�.

So, how do you like the place?

I think it's fantastic.

It's really coming together.

Ooh, I love the bar.

Oh, yeah. It's pretty cool.

Too bad we can't get a liquor license.

What?

Oh, didn't Mr. Scavo tell you?

No, he didn't.

Don't, um, restaurants make half
their money on the liquor?

Oh. Yeah. We're completely screwed.

This is a nightmare.

How did this happen?

The city re-zoned and said he had to get
all the residents within a block

to sign a waiver, and there's
some holdouts. He's kind of bumming.

Well, then why isn't he dealing with it
instead of shopping for napkins?

We could lose our shirts in this dump!

Is this Dr. Marvin Tashman?

Hi. My name is Susan Mayer.

My daughter Julie came in to see you.

Yes, about birth control.

So, I'm just curious.

Where do you get off prescribing that
without my consent?

What?
No, I most certainly was not there.

What do I look like?

I don't have blonde hair.

Wait. Did my blonde hair
have dark roots?

Oh!

I forgot to give you the keys
to the shed.

You got my daughter the pill?

Here. Catch.

Don't you walk away from me!

Do we have to do this now?

Yes. You might have gotten your
first diaphragm with milk money.

It doesn't give you the right
to corrupt my daughter!

It's not like
I went to Julie and said,

"Want to go out
for a burger and birth control?"

She came to me.

You do not get to decide this for her!
What were you thinking?

I was thinking if Julie got knocked up
that you and I could become family.

I'm sorry. I cannot take that chance.

It was until your rotten nephew
came to town

that Julie was a perfect kid.

And now she's lying and scheming
and having casual sex!

She's just a boob job away
from being you!

Look, Mayer, Julie has discovered sex.

The genie is out of the bottle.

You better get good with it
or you could lose her forever.

Because like it or not, she loves him.

And you know what else? He loves her.

[clearing throat]

Your gentleman friend
went to make a call.

- He'll be with you shortly.
- Thank you.

[man] Gabrielle.

Zach Young!
Oh, my God! It's been ages.

Wow!

Look at you! So handsome in a suit.

- You look beautiful.
- Aren't you sweet?

Well, anyway, I'd love to catch up,
but I'm kind of waiting for someone.

Yes, I know.

So the dress fits. Cool.

I'd like a bottle of your
1982 Ch�teau Lafite-Rothschild.

I'm sorry. How old are you?

Oh, why don't we say... a hundred.

So you are.

Wow, someone got an advance
on their allowance.

I was my grandfather's sole heir.

I'm actually in the Fortune 400.

- Does that seem weird to you?
- I'm on a date with Zach Young.

Nothing's ever
going to seem weird again.

Every cent we have is circling the bowl
and Tom never said a word.

- Why didn't he come to me?
- Clearly, he's embarrassed.

- But I'm his wife!
- Don't be dense, Lynette.

Half the reason men want
to accomplish anything

is to show off
for the women they love.

When they fail,
they like to keep it to themselves.

I'm going to tell him
I went to the restaurant

and that I know he screwed up.

And that I'm going to fix it.

It's bad enough you cut off his cojones.

- Now you want to juggle them?
- My husband is in trouble.

I love him.
Shouldn't I want to help him?

Well, you should help him without
letting him know that you did.

[closes phone]

Yeah, so in addition to my penthouse,

I also have a chateau in Switzerland

and a cottage in the Hamptons.
It's pretty impressive, huh?

You got a little chocolate
on your shirt.

- Damn it!
- Here, let me get it.

No, I can do it! I can do it!

I'd like to do it myself.
Thank you very much.

I'm sorry. You know,
I'll be neater for you next time.

Next time? Honey, let's get real.

You're way too young for me.

I'm two months older than John Rowland.

Well, John Rowland was a mistake.
I was lonely.

You're not lonely now?

You've heard about my divorce?

You were smart to get rid of Carlos.
You deserve much better.

And let me guess.
Now you're my upgrade?

Well, everybody knows
you need someone to take care of you

and I'm rich now.
I can give you anything you want.

Wait a minute. Who says
I need someone to take care of me?

My mom.
Her friends from the neighborhood.

They said it was the only reason
you stayed with Carlos,

considering how he treated you.

Well, they were wrong.
Thank you for lunch, Zach.

Wait, Gabrielle.

I'm not that awkward kid
that I was before.

Can you please just...?
Please take me seriously.

I'm sorry. I just can't.

I'm not gonna give up.

Oh, sweetie. I really wish you would.

Mmm!

For God's sake, Zach!

Don't hijack a Ferrari
if you don't know how to drive.

Mr. Gaunt, hi, I'm Lynette Scavo.

My husband is opening the pizzeria
right down the block.

If it's about that liquor license,
I'm not signing.

Please. I've been at this for hours.
Just hear me out.

Well, I never
could resist a pretty lady.

- Come on in.
- Thank you.

Did you live in Las Vegas?

I was a croupier for 40 years.

As you can see,
I had a weakness for showgirls.

I bet you were quite the player.

You have no idea.

- Can I top you off there?
- No thanks. Two's my limit.

Well, suit yourself.

Look, I understand your concerns
about the license.

Your neighbors had them, too.

But they signed the waiver
once I explained to them

that this is a family restaurant.

No late nights, no loud music.

If there's one thing I learned in Vegas,
it's that booze turns most people

into noisy jackasses.

And I don't want them puking
on my doorstep.

Come on, Harry. You are my last holdout.

What's it going to take? Cash?

Free pizza for the rest of your life?
You name it.

Look, I hate to disappoint
a pretty lady, but I'm not signing.

Harry,

my husband quit his job
to start this restaurant.

And if we can't sell liquor,
we can't make a profit and...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Harry.

- Eyes up here.
- I'm sorry. Sorry.

This place is his dream.

And if he can't make it work,
then it's just gonna kill him.

And consequently,
it's gonna kill our marriage.

And Harry, what did I say?

I know. I don't mean to be rude.

It's just that my showgirl days
were a while ago

and I can't remember the last time

I laid eyes on a...

A beautiful woman's... bosom.

Really?

Well, what if I were to...

...very briefly refresh your memory?

- Completely worth it.
- Glad you thought so.

Hm!

Come on, baby.
Say it one more time for Mommy.

You can teach him to say
whatever you want?

Yes. These birds are very bright.
I think they're smarter than people.

[doorbell ringing]

Some people, anyway.

Bree!

Come in. I just made some lemonade.

This isn't a social call.

We need to talk.

About what?

About what it's going to take
to get you to sell this house and move.

Move? Why?

You're my husband's ex-wife.

You disappeared
so people would think he killed you.

Does my discomfort really
need further explanation?

- I had no idea you felt this way.
- Oh, please.

Orson made it perfectly
clear we don't want you here.

OK, now I'm really confused.

When Orson came by, all he
said was, "Welcome to the street,"

and did I need help unpacking?

That's not true.

You know what?
I think I've said too much.

How about that lemonade?

Ma'am, where would you like this?

Oh, upstairs. I'll show you.

Here. Drink this.

You look a little pale.
I'll be right back.

[parrot] Don't tell Bree.

Don't tell Bree.

[gasps]

[creaking]

[gasps]

[footsteps approaching]

[AIma] Are you all right?

I'm so sorry. I broke a glass.

Don't worry. I'll get it.

Well, OK.

I have to go.

Oh, Bree. Wait.

I understand why you might feel a little
threatened about my moving in here.

But in time you'll see
I'm perfectly harmless.

So, how was the mystery date?

Uh... it was fabulous.
Thanks for asking.

Come on, I want details.
Who is he?

Some global financier.

Saw me on the cover of Paris Match.
Good-Iooking. Just not my type.

Really? Because I always thought
that you and Zach

would make a really great couple.

You son of a bitch. You were there?

Parked across the street,
laughing my ass off.

- I can't believe you followed me!
- [Carlos laughing]

I thought you were meeting a psycho
killer for lunch. I was worried.

At least until they brought out
the crayons and children's menus.

All right. Off my porch.

OK, but don't forget,
you asked me to watch your back.

Yeah, yeah, about that,
I'm installing an alarm system tomorrow,

so I'm not going to need you
to look after me anymore.

- Gabby, I don't mind.
- I mind.

We're divorced. I can't keep
running to you every time I get scared.

I want to be the kind of woman
who can take care of herself.

Well, good for you.

I'm still right down the block.

So if you do need me...

I won't.

But thank you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- You're home early.
- I'm celebrating.

We got our liquor license today.

- Really? That's great.
- Yeah.

Andrew said he went all over
the neighborhood to get signatures.

Good for him.

But I think he's lying.

I think somebody else
got the signatures.

OK, let's say, just for the sake
of argument, that someone else did.

Someone who clearly loves you very much.
What's wrong with that?

Nothing. Nothing.
Order has been restored in the universe.

You saved the day. I'm a loser.

Oh, come on, Tom.

I tried for two months
to get that waiver signed.

You did it in one day. Like I said...

You can't drown in self-pity

just because I helped you
with one tiny little thing.

But if I tell you that the plumbing's
not up to code, we have termites

and the chairs won't be there until
after we open, can I drown in self-pity?

Why haven't you told me
about all of this?

Because I wanted to accomplish
something on my own.

I'm the man. I shouldn't have to
run to my wife to bail me out.

Ow!

Gambling with our life savings
and not asking for help

doesn't make you a man,
it makes you an idiot.

Come on, Tom.
For God sakes, we are a team.

That restaurant is a huge undertaking.
No one could do it alone.

You don't ask me for help
with your ad campaigns.

- Ow!
- I don't have to!

You're always giving it to me.

Inspiring me.
Remember the mouthwash jingle?

You came up with the hook.
And what about the Bartlett campaign?

Would I have ever come up
with tango dancing fleas? All you.

There's nothing that I've accomplished

that I could have done
without your help.

OK, fine. I help, we're a team.

Just don't hit me again.

So, tomorrow, first thing,
we'll fix the plumbing,

we'll call an exterminator,
we'll rent some chairs

and we will open on time
and it'll be a glorious success

that you will have achieved
with my help.

- OK?
- OK.

Tonight I'm going to slap on some
sex perfume and you're gonna get naked

and then we're gonna see
who the man is.

- God, I hope it's me.
- Oh, I'm sure it will be.

Hey, Mom. What're you doing out here?

Oh.

OK, here's the thing.

Don't worry. I'm not going
to get mad. Just sit down.

You know what upset me the most?

That you didn't trust me enough
to tell me the truth.

I tried to. You freaked out.

Well, of course I freaked out.
I'm a parent.

You know, we hope that our children
will wait to have sex

until after we're dead.

- And you wonder why I went to Edie.
- OK, that's the other thing.

That cannot happen anymore.

You and I have always had
an amazing relationship.

Let's not mess it up now.

OK. I'm sorry.

Look, I know you think I'm too young,

but Austin and I are in love.

Yeah. Um...

About that...

God, I just wish there was a pill
you could take to protect your heart.

What do you mean?

Honey, I was over at Edie's today

and I walked in the door...

Yes, I need to speak to my husband.

Yes, there is.

Would you please ask him to come home
as early as possible tonight?

- Thank you.
- [turns off phone]

[Mary Alice] It's a dangerous world.

[sighs]

- So we all look for protection.
- [Julie sobbing]

And whether we find it
in the arms of our mother,

or at the end of a jagged blade.

In the kiss of our sweetheart,

or at the end of a barrel,

we do what we have to
to feel safe.

Because we know
somewhere in the world...

... there are those
who would do us harm.