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[Mary Alice]
Previously on Desperate Housewives:

You haven't noticed,
but I'm in love with you.

Victor caught Gabby by surprise.

Why would a four-star chef
wanna slum at a pizza joint?

- Lynette took a gamble.
- He has a history using cocaine.

- No way.
- He's been clean for a year.

- And Mike bet on love.
- I win, you leave me and Susan alone.

- And lost.
- Don't panic.

But still came to Susan's rescue.

- You OK?
- Yeah.

And Mrs. McCluskey revealed her secret
for a lasting relationship...

It was late on a Tuesday night when
the power went out all over Fairview.

For most of the residents,
it was a minor inconvenience,

but for those with secrets, the
darkness proved quite useful, indeed.

Millie Russell was able to indulge
in another night of midnight binging.

Timmy Cooper was able to sneak another
peak at his father's adult magazines.

Marilyn Quinn was able to steal a
few more puffs of her forbidden tobacco.

But these secrets paled
compared to the one

a certain old woman
was hiding in her basement.

You sit tight, Ida.
I got batteries here.

I keep them in the freezer for an
emergency. I'll run them over to you.

By the way, you wouldn't happen to have
any extra ice laying around, would you?

No, I just got some stuff in my freezer
I don't want thawing out anytime soon.

Yes, as a rule, darkness helps us keep
our secrets safely hidden.

Oh, crap!

[crashing]

But every rule...

[Ida] Karen, what happened?
Are you OK?

... has its exceptions.

When the lights went out
on Wisteria Lane,

Karen McCluskey wasn't
the only resident left in the dark.

Everyone else felt the pain
of going without power, as well.

Ow! Damn thumbtack!

- Susan, please let me help you.
- Oh, no, I got it.

Wait, here we go.

That is hardly a long-term solution.

Well, at least it will keep me
from stabbing myself while I look.

This is silly. Why don't we
borrow a flashlight from Mike?

- Mike?
- He's a plumber.

He's bound to have a spare.

Sure, but we can't keep
leaning on him for everything.

"We're drowning, save us! It's dark,
give us a flashlight!" Let's ask Gabby.

I want to talk to him.
I thought we might ask him for dinner.

Dinner?

Ow! Oh!

You know, as a thank you gesture.

Well, you've tasted my cooking.
It's not a thank you. It's revenge.

Well, then I'll cook. You told me
I should put jealousy behind me.

- Breaking bread would be a great start.
- Well, let's not bother him tonight.

I don't even need a flashlight. My eyes
have totally adjusted to the dark.

[glass breaking]

- What was that?
- Don't walk in the kitchen.

Anyway, where is your sense of romance?

A blackout,
you have a defenseless lady...

- Getting any ideas?
- Well, I'm starting to, yes.

It's funny, all that time I wasted
worrying Mike would come between us...

...it seems laughable now, doesn't it?

Kiss me.

Hey, Carlos, we had a blackout.
You need a flashlight?

[knocking on door]

Carlos? You OK?

Oh, sorry, man.
I thought I heard a thud.

I just, um... bumped into a chair.

I didn't think you were home
till tomorrow.

No... the fish weren't biting.

So...
[whispering] You got a girl in here?

No. Why?

Oh, because when I came home
I thought I heard... sex noises.

No, that was just me.

OK. Good night.

God, that was close.

All this sneaking around is ridiculous.

Mike and I dated for five minutes.

- He's not gonna care.
- What if Travers finds out?

Look, I don't want him to be confused.
Until we figure out where this is going,

I just think we should
keep things on the down low.

I didn't say we had to stop,
just be quiet.

What, we should tiptoe around
like school children

so our parents don't catch us doing it?

I feel like I'm 12 again.

I'm saying, I don't think
the whole world needs to know our...

- Twelve?
- OK, look.

I will find us another place
to rendezvous.

But I'm not gonna skulk around forever.

OK, and no one's asking you to.
I respect you too much for that.

- If you don't mind.
- Oh, for God's sake.

[indistinct chattering]

I'm going to be right there.
Here you go.

So can you still cook
with the power out?

Of course. Absolutely!

Please tell me we can still make pizza.

No dice. Some genius installed
pizza ovens with electric starters.

Oh, this is awful.
On a good night we barely break even.

Tonight is going to kill the whole week.

Not necessarily.
The stove top's gas,

I bought pasta for the staff.
Give me ten minutes,

I'll whip up a spaghetti carbonara
that'll knock their socks off.

Oh, my God, you are a lifesaver.

And, since it's not on the menu,
you can charge whatever you want.

Say, 20 bucks.

- For pasta? Are you crazy?
- Won't hurt to ask.

I don't want to scare them away.

- OK.
- OK.

So, good news.

Our chef is preparing
his special spaghetti carbonara.

- Oh, yummy.
- And we're offering that for $12.

- Great.
- For the appetizer portion.

- The entree is 20.
- Fine.

Two. Twenty-two. OK.

[Gabby] Shouldn't there be
an emergency light?

[Victor] Sometimes in these elevators
there's a...

- Ta-da!
- Well, aren't you clever?

- I'll call security, let them know...
- No, wait.

This is the first time I've had you
to myself all night.

Sorry. It's those fundraisers. Everybody
wants a piece of the candidate...

- What are you doing?
- Taking my piece.

- Are you insane? We're in an elevator.
- Exactly.

- Going down...
- Oh, no. Come on, cut it out.

The power could come on at any moment.

I know. That's what makes it
so exciting. The risk.

But I'm kind of
running for mayor, remember?

It's an elevator, silly.
It has an emergency stop button.

I don't.

[Gabby] Oh, God, that's amazing.
What are you doing?

That's my phone. It's on vibrate.

Oh, man,
I was just starting to get into it.

Less talking, more dressing!

[elevator dings]

- You two OK?
- Yeah, fine, thanks.

Must've gotten pretty hot in there.

You have no idea.

Don't worry about a thing. I'll collect
your mail till you get back.

How long's this blackout
supposed to last?

- Well, they say it may last for days.
- Days?

Hey, blondie, come here, come here.

Listen, I don't really need
to go to the hospital. I'm fine.

You fractured a rib,
and you might have a concussion.

The stuff in my freezer might melt.

How about I get some ice,
and then meet you at the hospital?

- You can replace groceries.
- You don't understand,

some of my groceries...
they have sentimental value.

- Sorry.
- I don't need to ask your permission.

- Ma'am, no!
- Get your hands off me, you big ape!

- Oh!
- Oh!

- Get the restraints!
- I'm gonna sue your ass!

What are we waiting for? Get me to
the hospital. I'm not a well woman.

What was that all about?

Your friend's afraid the stuff
in her freezer is gonna spoil.

Thank God the power's back on.
Now she won't have to worry.

[freezer motor stopping]

I made you waffles.
Eat them while they're hot.

What?

Will you marry me?

They're just toaster waffles.

That was just the pre-proposal,
actually.

The real one will be much more romantic
with a diamond the size of a doorknob.

But just so you're prepared,
I do want to marry you.

Well, just so you're prepared,
consider this my pre-refusal.

Come on. You wear my shirts,
burn my breakfast, here every night.

It's like we're married already.

We're having a good time.
Why risk ruining it?

What happened to
the thrill-seeker that seduced me?

She wouldn't be afraid
of taking a risk.

Oh, you don't want to marry her.
She's a tramp. Hold out for a good girl.

No, no, no.
I found what I'm looking for.

Come on. What gives?

Look, Victor, getting divorced
really kicked my ass.

I'm sorry, it's just...

Next time I get married,
I've got to be sure.

OK, I get it.

I just wish there was a way I could
prove how much I love and adore you.

Well, if you can choke down that lousy
waffle I made you, that'd be a start.

Oh, there's Mike.

- Shall we see if he's free Friday?
- Yeah. Yeah, why not?

Sure. You know what? Do you want to run
this ice cream inside before it melts?

Look, Ian is going to
come invite you to dinner Friday.

You are not, I repeat,
not going to accept.

Why is Ian inviting me to dinner?

He wants to thank you for saving us and
to show that he's not jealous of you.

- How's that for irony?
- I didn't plan to kiss you,

- but you didn't exactly resist.
- I was in shock!

Why were you so upset
when you mentioned Ian?

Because we had just had a fight...

...about you.

Really? You talk about me a lot?

Mike, I am marrying Ian.

We have hired a caterer. We are going
with the salmon! So just back off!

- Hey, Ian.
- Hi, Ian. I just asked Mike.

- He can't make it.
- Yeah. I'm sorry.

- I've got plans tonight.
- Oh, but didn't we say Friday?

Friday? Oh, Friday I'm wide open.

- Splendid. Shall we say, 7:30?
- It's a date.

[laughing]

[doorbell rings]

- Edie!
- Mrs. Epstein!

Listen, I'm late for my Hadassah
meeting. Here's the key.

Take your time.
Oh, and don't be shy.

Check out those closets,
they're very spacious.

- Edie, what are we doing here?
- Checking out a house.

I told you, I'm not looking to buy now.

Who's talking about buying anything?
I am giving it away.

Edie, we cannot have sex in here.

It's someone else's bed.
That's wrong!

We can't use my place,
we can't use yours.

I'll be damned if I am going to pay
for a hotel room

when there are all of these empty houses
all over town that I have the keys to.

[Mary Alice] Though reluctant at first,

Carlos soon saw the wisdom
in Edie's plan.

Secret affairs are a lot
like real estate.

The three keys to success are...

Location...

Location...

Location.

Careful. I can't sit down that fast.

I'm sorry, but it's gonna be worth it.

OK, so tell Tom
the secret of your risotto.

Well, I saut� spinach and onions
in white wine.

No, no, the profit margin.

Basically, it costs a dollar to make...

And we charge 20! So, four people
who would've shared a $15 pizza

are now spending $80.

OK, kids, dig in.

- There's just one problem with that.
- Yeah.

Those families you're talking about
have kids.

And no kid is gonna eat anything
with spinach in it.

Tom?

- It's delicious, huh?
- Yeah.

Yeah? Rick learned
how to make this in Italy.

Go ahead. Try it.
I want to see what you think.

Hmm.

- It's good.
- It's awesome.

It's good.

- But?
- But it's just not us.

"Us?" What is "us"?

Look, we're a neighborhood pizza place.
We serve pizza.

I like this better.
I'm bored of pizza.

Porter, the adults are talking.

Look, we serve good food at good prices.

We're not looking to be
the next trendy flash-in-the-pan.

That's not what I'm looking for either.

My food, it's not trendy, it's classic.

Rick...
Obviously, you're a great cook.

When you have your own place,
I will definitely eat there.

But I see no reason to change my menu.

More, please.

[knocking on door]

Hi. Can I help you?

Yeah. I'm here to see Mr. Lang.

He's not here. Is that for him?

- Yeah, but it's very personal.
- OK.

I don't think I should leave it
with the maid.

Do I look like the maid?
Give me that!

You! Blackmailer!

Oh, man.
You weren't supposed to look.

Get off me!

Fifty thousand dollars?
Are you insane?

- That's not for you to decide.
- I want all negatives

- or I start breaking fingers!
- You can't break my fingers. Come on!

- Give me the pictures!
- [man] Hey, break it up.

- Break it up. Come on. Come on.
- She's crazy! She's crazy!

That's for calling me a maid!

He works the hotel monitors.
That's how he got the photos.

That miserable cockroach.

If you want to smack him around,
I can go inside and turn up the radio.

Again, no thank you.
But I will need those photos.

Oh, no. I'm going to hang onto these.

- They're a little revealing.
- We can't charge him without evidence.

If he walks, he can do
what he wants with the originals.

OK. Yeah.

But guard them with your life.

Yeah. Especially that one.

[Lynette] We've been open
for three months now

and we barely turned a profit!

[Tom] We are building a customer base.
That takes time.

- Go on, ask her.
- No, you ask her.

[Lynette] Why are you being so stubborn?

You would see the restaurant fail
than succeed with Rick's idea.

And I can't believe that you two
are ready to toss out my concept.

Re-name the restaurant
Lynette and Rick's.

- Can we have Fudgsicles?
- [both] No!

Sorry, Lynette, but the menu is
not changing. End of discussion.

I don't think so. I'm giving it a try.

- That's not your decision to make.
- Yeah?

Then come down
to the restaurant and stop me.

Oh, that's right. You can't.

I told you she'd say no.

Mrs. McCluskey
always has some Fudgsicles.

Yeah, but she's in the hospital.

[door opens]

Where's the ice cream?

- She didn't have any.
- Aw, man!

There wasn't anything good in there?

No.

[music playing on headphones]

What the hell were you thinking?

How was I to know the cops
were going to release the photos?

Everybody knows the chief
is the mayor's brother-in-law!

Enough! Organize a press conference
and then help me prep for it.

This is going to be a bloodbath.
How are you gonna prep?

Just get me a bucket of piranhas,
I'll stick my head in it.

You're a single guy.
Maybe people won't care.

I'm running a family values campaign
and I had sex in an elevator.

I think they will care.

I know this is my fault, so if you
want to bite my head off, go ahead.

Gabby, there are only
two things that matter to me.

My campaign and you.

And if I had to lose one of them,
I'd rather it was the campaign.

Is there anything I can do?

Yeah, you can stick around
on election night.

I have a feeling I'm going to need
some serious consoling.

Mmm.

- God, that is so good.
- I know. It's hard to decide, huh?

No. No. I'm going to go with the
crab cakes and the little quesadillas.

Well, all we need is a wedding cake,
and we're done.

You are the most
decisive bride I've met.

I just guess I'm in a rush.

Oh? Oh.

Gotcha. Well, don't worry,
you are not showing at all.

Oh, no, no, no.
No, I'm not pregnant.

No, I just know what I want,
which is Ian.

So I'm just eager to, you know,
not get it over with, per se,

but just to get to the good part.

Which is the marriage... to Ian.

He seems like a great guy.
I don't suppose he has a brother?

So you're not seeing anyone?

No. I'm between disappointments.

Well, are you free for dinner tomorrow?

Is this some lame setup?
Please say yes.

Well, there's this guy coming to dinner
and he's single,

- and handsome, and charming, and...
- You had me at "guy."

So how do you know him?

Oh... Uh...

He's just a neighbor.

- Hi, buddy, what are you doing?
- Nothing.

You seem a little mopey lately.
Is everything OK?

Yeah. Can we go see Mrs. McCluskey?

You guys didn't have to come down here.
No matter what the CAT scan says,

I'm breaking out tomorrow.

Parker wanted to come visit you.
I'm going to put water in these.

Don't tell your brothers,
but you were always my favorite.

I saw the man in your freezer.

- Lynette!
- Yeah?

Could you run down
and get me some green Jell-O?

Oh, sure.

OK. Time for a little grown-up talk.

So can you understand now
why I had to do what I did?

Mm-hmm.

You can never tell anyone,
not even your mom.

Hey, they didn't have Jell-O,
so I hope pudding is OK?

You know, let's give it to Parker.
A good boy like him deserves a treat.

What are you thinking about?

Just...

...this room really doesn't work.

It's too sterile.

Could we go back to that
Spanish colonial on Third?

Sure. Fine.

- You know what I was thinking?
- Hmm?

I'm really happy.

And I haven't felt this happy
in a long time.

How about you? Are you happy?

- Oh, my God.
- [screaming]

Oops, sorry, bed's not made.

Russell!

Why don't you go check out the
Sub-Zero in the kitchen. It's to die.

Well, I see you can't close a sale
without opening something else.

Oh, please. I heard about
your open house on Holly Drive.

They're still disinfecting the Jacuzzi!

- Slut.
- Bitch.

- Think he's gonna tell?
- He's a gay realtor.

- He's speed-dialing as we speak.
- Then go stop him!

What's the big deal?
Who cares if people find out?

- I do.
- Why?

- Are you embarrassed to be dating me?
- No.

If Gabby finds out
she's going to hit the ceiling.

Oh, why would she care?
She's dating that Victor guy.

Please, that's not gonna last.

Oh, my God.

You're still in love with her.

No. I just...

I mean, we've been getting along,
and I don't want to...

I don't know who
the bigger moron is, you or me.

Hey, don't be like this.

- Look, we're having fun, right?
- Apparently that's all we're having.

- Edie, come on.
- No. Fun's over.

[doorbell rings]

Ah, Mike. Thanks for coming.

Thanks for asking me.

Susan.

Hi.

Mike, I want you to meet Maggie Gilroy.

I don't believe this.
You're setting me up?

- You need to move on, OK?
- I don't want to move on.

- I came here to see you.
- I'm not available.

So if you feel like kissing someone
tonight, point those lips at Maggie.

Here we go. Your beer.

Did I mention Maggie is an amazing chef?
We're embarrassed to be cooking for her.

Stop. So Mike, do you have
a favorite type of cuisine?

No. After three months of prison food,
everything tastes good to me.

- So you were in prison?
- He was totally innocent.

Yeah, a woman was bludgeoned to death
and her blood wound up on my wrench.

Oh, my God.

But he was cleared!
All charges dropped!

Here. Eat this.

That's just so awful. To go to jail
for a crime you didn't commit.

It was just a few months.

Now, my first stretch
for manslaughter... That was brutal.

My worst cellmate
was this guy called Stilts.

When they arrested him,
they found a bowl full of ears.

- [thumping]
- Ow!

- I think that was meant for you.
- Sorry.

So why don't I just go
and brew some coffee?

And I brought
a little surprise for dessert.

- Wedding cakes for you to sample.
- Great.

Thanks a lot. Now Maggie thinks
you're Charles Manson.

I don't care. I love you.

- Don't say that.
- It's true.

I remember everything now.

When I got run over,
I was on my way to propose to you.

- I don't want to talk about it.
- I do.

What would you have said?

You know what I would have said.
It doesn't matter.

The hell it doesn't, Susan.

If you can look me in the eye and tell
me that when we kissed you felt nothing,

then I'll just go.

But only if you can say that
and really mean it.

Can you?

Who wants wedding cake?

- Maggie, these cakes are fantastic.
- Great.

All you have to do
is choose one and we're done.

- Did you notice the themes?
- Themes?

Yes. This one is very British.

Fondant icing and toffee ganache.

And this is your classic American.

White cake with butter cream frosting.

So which one do you like the best?

Wow, it's kind of hard to decide.

Well, that depends
on what you're looking for.

Rich and elegant...

...or down to earth and sweet?

- I don't know.
- You want to taste them again?

No. I know what they taste like.
I'm just torn, OK?

There's no need to get upset.
It's just a cake.

It is not just a cake!
It's a major decision!

Hey, if you like them both so much,
why don't you have two cakes?

How would that look? "Oh,
hey everybody, here's my wedding cake!

Oh, and what's that over there?
It's my other wedding cake!"

I have to pick! And I will!

So just stop pressuring me, OK?

I'm sorry.

I think I was just having
a little sugar rush.

Thanks again. And sorry.

Seriously, just put it off.
Just a month or two.

Excuse me, am I interrupting something?

No. It's nothing.

I think it's time to level with him.

I just told Susan I want her back.

- Excuse me?
- I know it puts a crimp in your plans.

I'm sorry. But I love her.

That's too damn bad.
She doesn't love you.

Really? She didn't seem to mind
when I kissed her.

What? Did he just kiss you?

No. It was days ago.

- And you let him?
- No. He pounced.

- It was hardly a pounce.
- You bastard! We had an agreement!

Susan doesn't have to marry you because
you won her in a game of cards.

Oh, he didn't tell you
how we played poker for you?

You bet me in a game of poker?

It's not how it sounds.

I merely suggested that if I won the
hand then he would stop badgering you.

And if he won?

Well, I forget the exact terms. The
point is, he lost as I knew he would.

I would never have wagered you
if I didn't have a very good hand.

- Get out.
- Susan, please.

- You heard her.
- You too!

I've had it with both of you. You tug
at me like I'm some kind of wishbone.

- You're just upset.
- No, I am beyond upset.

You two want a decision?
Here's what I decide.

There will be no kissing
and there will be no wedding.

And there will be no damn cake!

- What's this?
- Pumpkin sage ravioli.

It's a little thank you
for taking a chance on me.

Are you kidding?
I should be thanking you.

We took in three grand tonight.

Oh, wow. Candles too.

Yeah, I think we should use them all
the time. It softens up the ambiance.

So, come on, eat.

Oh, my God.

If we serve this for tomorrow's special,
we will clear four grand.

Great. Just be sure to run it by Tom.

Why? You know he'll just shoot it down.

I mean, I get it, he's in pain,
he doesn't like being sidelined,

but that is no reason to...

- Let's talk about something else.
- Yeah, sure.

Unless you'd like to go?
You're here late all the time.

No. No, I like being here. It beats
going home to an empty apartment.

- No friends to hang out with?
- My friends come in two varieties.

Ones I drove away before I got clean,

and the ones I should avoid
if I want to stay clean.

Yeah, I gotcha.

- You ever wear your hair down?
- What? Yeah.

Sometimes. Why?

It looks really good.

You should do it more often.

Oh, well... thanks.

This is delicious.

Thanks. Do you want some more wine?

Sure.

Daddy!

The paper has a story
about your restaurant!

You're kidding! Come here.
What does it say?

"When Scavo's Pizzeria opened its doors,
you could almost hear the city groan,

'Just what we need,
another pizza joint.'

But with an updated menu
from new chef Rick Colletti..."

Is he the man
who cooked us that really...

Yeah. Yep, that's the one.
What else does it say, honey?

"There's more than just crayons
on the table. The veal piccata is divine

and the mushroom risotto
is an... E-X-Q-U..."

- Exquisite.
- "...an exquisite treat.

Scavo's has been transformed
from a mundane family eatery

into the area's hottest..."

That's enough, Kayla.

Daddy's tired.

OK.

[reporters clamoring]

OK, OK, OK! OK,
I know you guys like a good scandal.

But I think the citizens of Fairview
are more interested in the real issues.

[clamoring]

Mr. Lang, given your 15 point
drop in the polls,

what do you say to your constituents?

Well, I would ask them to
not base their view of me on a single...

- It's not going very well, is it?
- Picked up on that, did you?

[overlapping shouting]

Who is she, Mr. Lang?
Give us a name.

No, I will not identify the woman.

What are you hiding?
Is she a prostitute?

No, she's not a prostitute. I'll answer
your questions one at a time.

Hey. Hey.

That does it.

Wait, what are you doing?
Gabby, stop please.

- Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me!
- Could you please...

Excuse me!
I am the woman in the photos.

May I have your name?

[overlapping shouting]

- What are you doing?
- Standing by my man.

My name is Gabrielle Marquez,

and I want you to know
right before those photos were taken,

Victor asked me to marry him.

[crowd murmuring]

What did you say?

I said, "Yes, I would be thrilled
to be Mrs. Victor Lang."

[woman] What are your family values?

- Lang, are you going to get married?
- [man] Have you set a date?

I was so overcome that,
when we were trapped in that elevator,

I seized the moment to...
express my joy.

So this is a love story?

The only reason Victor
kept it from you was to protect me.

Because he's the kind of man who puts
a woman's honor before his own.

And that's the kind of man you marry.

That's the kind of man you vote for.

[overlapping shouting]

[gasping] What's that smell?

[Ida screaming]

[man] Ma'am.

Are you Karen McCluskey?

That little bastard gave me up,
didn't he?

[woman on TV] Today, at the mayoral
candidate's press conference,

a woman identified as
Gabrielle Marquez, a former model,

surprised reporters by announcing
her engagement to Mr. Lang.

[Gabby] The only reason he didn't tell
you was because he was protecting me.

[reporters shouting on TV]

Carlos, I don't know if you've heard...

Yeah, I heard.

In a few months,
I will be Mrs. Victor Lang.

I heard on the radio the power company
is still having problems.

There might be another
rolling blackout today.

- Do you want me to leave Ida's number?
- I'm sure I'll be fine.

Did you read our review in the paper?

Yep.

OK. I'm off.

[Mary Alice] Power.

It's the type of thing
most people don't think about...

... until it's taken away.

Whether it's the political power
of the many...

... or a lover's influence overjust one.

We all want
some sort of power in our lives.

If only to give ourselves choices.

Yes, to be without choices,

to feel utterly powerless...

Well, it's a lot...

... like being alone in the dark.