All language subtitles for Desperate Housewives - 07x08 - Sorry Grateful

MARY ALICE:
Previously on Desperate Housewives.

With Mike working in Alaska,
Susan took a job as a nanny.

Bree's relationship
with Keith's mother...

Is Bree the one who's going to be
giving me my grandchildren?

... got off to a rocky start.

That was a million years ago.

Tom and Renee had a secret.

She can never know
what happened between us.

Paul's wife had a change of heart...

I wanna make love again.

... and a very big secret of her own.

Baby.

Mama.

MARY ALICE:
Felicia Tillman knew many things.

She knew Paul Young
had killed her sister.

She knew she had to find proof.

And she knew she would need help.

Felicia also knew she was lucky
to have a daughter

who did what she was told.

He said nothing to you?

You've been living there
for months now.

I've tried to ask him questions, but
he refuses to discuss Aunt Martha.

Did you look though his things?
Maybe he has some sort of journal.

I've looked some.

Look again.

Is he still bothering you for sex?

Not really.

I'm surprised.

He seems like the type
who wouldn't take no for an answer.

You slept with him, didn't you?

Beth!

He was going to kick me out.
I had to do something.

Oh, please don't be angry.

We always knew

getting justice for Aunt Martha
would require sacrifices.

But this?

I allowed my own daughter

to be defiled by that man.

It wasrt that bad, Mama.

Are you saying you enjoyed it?

No. Of course not.

It just wasrt as unpleasant
as I thought it would be.

Well, if you've got the stomach for it,

this could work to our advantage.

What do you mean?

Sex makes men stupid.

They say things in the dark they can
barely remember come sunrise.

You want me to ask about
Aunt Martha's murder in the middle of...

I'm not saying to use it as foreplay!

But afterwards, when you're
both just lying there,

when he's

spent,

get him talking about the past.

Maybe he'll let some detail slip,
something we can use. Okay?

I'll try, Mama.

I should go.

And, Beth?

Sex makes women stupid, too.

They start feeling things that
they have no business feeling.

Do you understand?

I do, Mama.

MARY ALICE: Yes,
Felicia Tillman knew many things.

And if her daughter
were stupid enough

to fall in love with Paul Young,

Felicia knew she would
have to punish them both.

Thanksgiving.
It's a time for defrosting turkeys,

for visiting families,

for performing in pageants.

Thanksgiving is also a time
for shopping...

Don't just sit there
scratching yourself. Help me!

... and stress.

(SIGHS)

Frijoles, tamales.
Babe, I think you got the wrong bags.

Where are the yams
and the cranberry sauce?

Hector and Carmen have a big
Mexican dinner every Thanksgiving.

Since we invited them over, I told
them I'd serve their favorite dishes.

Like chorizo stuffing, bollitos,
jalape�o cornbread.

I thought it'd be nice for Grace.

It's our first holiday
we're together as a family.

That was very sweet of you.

Yeah.

So, good luck. We eat at 2:00.

Wait, wait. I'm cooking?

Yeah, you're the one who knows
about Mexican stuff.

You roll your R's,
you call soccer "futbol."

You're mocking me
because I'm proud of my culture?

No, I'm celebrating it.

There's two bags of your culture
right there. Start the party.

- RENEE: So, Lynette...
- Hi!

...what are your plans
for Thanksgiving?

Same as always.
Cook by myself for four hours,

clean by myself for three hours,

eat with my family for eight minutes.

Well, this year, how about coming to...

We're in.

I haven't even invited you yet.

You could invite me over for
turkey and a punch in the face.

If it gets me out of cooking, I'm there.

Wonderful.

Oh, wait, Susan was already coming
to our place.

Is it okay if she comes, too?

Well, I suppose she'll want overtime,
but I could use the extra kitchen help.

As a guest.

Oh, come on.

What have you got against Susan?

(SIGHS) She's always
so perky and poor.

It's an annoying combination.

She's my friend and it is Thanksgiving.

I suppose it is a time to be thankful.

And I'm thankful I'm not her.

Oh, what the hell, she can come.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey!

There's been a change of plans.

We're all having Thanksgiving
over at Renee's.

- You, too.
- She's okay with me and MJ coming?

Of course.
You know how she loves children.

Yeah, medium rare.

What are we doing?

I'm trying to get Paige to sleep,
and if I stop,

(CRIES)

That happens.

I figure 12 more laps
and she'll be asleep

and then I can put her down.

You know what? I'm thinking
it's about time we sleep-trained her.

Sleep-train?

Yeah, yeah. Here.

You put them in their crib and
essentially you let them cry it out.

Come on.

Yeah, I know what it is.

I just never really got the point of it.

The point is, she learns
to put herself to sleep.

The first night she cries for 20 minutes,

the second, 10.
Before long, everyone's happy.

Except the lonely little person
who was crying

and now thinks she was abandoned.

I know it sounds harsh,

but it's really a gift
you're giving the child.

(PAIGE CRYING)

A gift of a tear-stained pillow.
What a lucky little girl.

Something wrong?

No.

You sure?

You seemed like you were
a million miles away

while we were making love.

Well,

it's just that...

Talk to me.

I met a woman today

at the store.

And when I told her
who I was married to,

she said you killed Martha Huber.

What have I told you about idle gossip?

She said you had a motive.

Martha was blackmailing your wife.

This is ridiculous.

You are a passionate man.

I know that firsthand,

but sometimes our emotions
can make us do crazy things.

If Martha was responsible
for Mary Alice's suicide...

Stop it.

Do you honestly believe that I'm
capable of killing another person?

Martha's sister sure thinks you are.

Well, her opinion doesn't matter.

Why not?

Everybody knows
Felicia Tillman is crazy!

(SIGHS) Martha said to my wife

that she couldn't trust a thing
that her sister said,

due to her severe mental problems.

Really?

You're surprised?

The woman cut off her own fingers
to frame me for murder.

(SCOFFS)

Who does that?

That's a good point.

MARY: Bree?

I brought these
so if you saw me coming,

you wouldn't shoot me.

Keith told me you have guns.

Thank you for letting me off the hook.

In my defense, I'm an ugly drunk.

Well, you found out your son was
dating a slightly older woman,

of course you were thrown off balance.

It wasrt just that. I've been
going through some stuff lately.

Oh.

Is everything okay?

Ever since Richard
retired from the Army,

things have been strained.

Well, there's always
a period of adjustment.

It's more than that.

He was always
thousands of miles away.

We got so good at being apart,
we forgot how to be together.

Have you discussed this with him?

I want to. But every time we talk
it turns into a fight.

Trying to pick a movie Friday night,

that turned into
a three-hour screaming match.

Well, holding it inside isn't the solution.

You need to tell him how you feel.

Trust me, you'll be glad you did.

It's just so much easier
when Keith is around.

He's the one thing we agree on.

I mean, I'm glad you two
are spending Thanksgiving together,

but we're sure going
to miss him at our table.

Hey, why don't you join us?

(GASPS) Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
I wasrt fishing for an invitation.

I know you werert.
We would love to have you.

You are so sweet.

And I promise
to be on my best behavior.

I know you will.

Because, as Keith told you, I have guns.

SUSAN: Hey!

Sorry I'm late. I was trying
to get Mike on the phone,

but between the time change
and his schedule,

we werert able to connect.

Oh, that's too bad.
I just put Paige down for a nap.

- Come, have some iced tea.
- (PAIGE CRYING)

Maybe you can try Mike tonight
after work?

Maybe.

(PAIGE CONTINUES CRYING)

Wow. She sounds really unappy.

Shouldrt we do something about that?

You're right.

(TURNS OFF BAB Y MONITOR)

So, what's the weather like
in Alaska this time of the year?

Cold.

Good tea.

Really, really good tea.

Although, it could use some lemon.

Um, I'll be right back.

LYNETTE: Susan.

We stopped keeping lemons
under the baby a while ago.

I'm sorry, I couldn't take it.

Look, it's not fun for me
to hear Paige cry, either,

but in the long run
it's going to be better for her.

But it's not better for me!

I tried letting her cry yesterday.
It was too upsetting.

Look at my nails, they're gone!

I hate to say it,
because you're my friend,

but this is your job.
I need you to do it my way.

I get it. You're the boss.
The mean, cold...

- Susan.
- Sorry.

(WHISPERS) Unfeeling boss.

Oh, hey, hi.

(SIGHS) I thought
you were the cable guy.

I'm trying to get free premium channels.

Nope, nope. Just me.

Lynette wanted me to bring
this over for Thursday.

She didn't think it would
stand a chance at our place.

Okay, bye.

Uh, Tom.

Huh?

(STAMMERS) Oh, right. Here.

Do you mind putting that in the kitchen?

My hands are kind of...

Sure. Sure.

So, here you go,
chocolate cream thigh...

Pie. I said pie.

Are you blushing?

Tom, you've seen it before.

I seem to remember you caught me
in a towel then, too.

Well, you probably
don't even remember.

Blue towel, white stripes,
Coney Island beach club.

It was a good towel.

Uh, Tom?

What do you think?

What?

Relax, I'm not hitting on you. It's just...

Well, come on.
I'm divorced, I'm vulnerable.

I'll take my compliments where I can.

I know it's been over 20 years,
but how do I look?

You look incredible.

I gotta go.

Table.

(BREE MOANING)

(KEITH EXHALES)

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, that reminds me,

I invited your parents
to Thanksgiving dinner.

What about the last 10 minutes
reminded you of my parents?

I was working up the menu in my head.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

So when you were moaning...

I thought of a new recipe
for chestnut stuffing with pancetta.

That does sound good.

I wish it was just you and me
for Thanksgiving.

I had a whole night planned.

Well, how about we do
something special next weekend?

- Just you and me?
- Yes.

We'll go someplace romantic
and I will plan the whole thing.

Great.

- Just don't do it while we're making love.
- (CHUCKLES)

I am famished.

How about I rummage around
in your kitchen

and find us something to eat?

Mmm.

Hey! Look who's here.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Hey! Happy Thanksgiving!

It all smells so wonderful.

Well, Carlos and I have been
working our butts off all day.

She did her hair for two hours
and told me where the can opener was.

- Who set the table?
- Juanita.

Under my supervision!

Well, we're happy to be here.

Grace, sweetie,
you want to go up and play

with Juanita and Celia before we eat?

Yeah!

So, who wants a drink?

I made margaritas.

She is very proud of her culture.

Hey, Carlos.

What's Spanish for,
"No sex for a month"?

Carmen knows.

So, Gabby, what did you do
with the pies?

(GASPS)

What?

I kind of forgot to pick them up.

I cook this entire meal
and you forget dessert?

You had one thing to do!

It was your whole,
"Where's the can opener?" thing.

It just threw me.

Well, go throw yourself
in the car and get the pies.

I can't drive. I just had a glass of wine.

We'll just have something else
for dessert.

I think we have some left-over
Halloween candy and pudding mix.

Who doesn't love pudding?

Gabby, get the pies.

I can drive you.

Thank you, Hector.

Oh, fine. Let's go get your precious pies.

And lose the attitude.
This is your screw-up, not mine.

Carlos, what's Spanish for,
"You're sleeping on the couch tonight"?

(CHUCKLING)
Carmers got that one, too.

Hey, Renee.

Happy, happy Thanksgiving.

Okay, you live in an apartment.
Take it down a notch.

Hello, MJ.

MJ, what do we say to Mrs. Perry?

She needs medication?

(WHISPERING) That's what we say
about her, what do we say to her?

Thank you for having us.

(LAUGHS)

Precious.

What's this chalk line?

No kids beyond this point.

Your mommy
can bring your food to you.

Seriously?
The kids' table is in the driveway?

I put it in the street,
but the cops made me move it.

Hi!

Hey, happy Thanksgiving.

Hello. Where's my little Paige?

Oh, we're trying to keep her
on her sleep schedule,

so Porter and Preston are watching her.

But don't worry, Susan,
I told them if she cries

they could pick her up after 20 minutes.

Twenty minutes?
You're up to 20 minutes now.

If they even hear her
over the football game.

What?

(SIGHS)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Happy Thanksgiving.

What?

Told you she forgot. Let's go.

Remember how awful you felt
when you found out

Roy and I spent last Thanksgiving
at Pancake Castle

and you invited us to your house
for the next year?

It's next year.

I'm sorry, it slipped my mind.

That's okay.
We can go back to Pancake Castle.

No, we can't.
The Board of Health shut them down.

Those werert blueberries.

Wait, wait, wait. Of course
you're welcome to eat with us.

Oh, thank you, Bree.

Hey, we're here.

Oh, look, invited guests.
We'll get out of the way.

Keith.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Richard. Mary.

They were honking at you because
you were driving slow in the fast lane.

No, I was driving the legal
speed limit in the left lane.

Otherwise known as the fast lane.

Happy Thanksgiving. We would have
been here sooner, but...

Drop it, Richard.

(HORNS HONKING)

(SIGHS) Come on! Move!

I think it's an accident.

Well, they better be dead.
The bakery closes in 10 minutes.

Maybe we should just forget the pies.

Are you crazy?
If I show up empty-handed,

Carlos will go all Ricky Ricardo
on my ass.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS) Take the shoulder.

What?

It's totally clear and we can
pass by this whole mess!

Gabby, it's against the law.

Hector, I am sweating in a pickup
and my buzz is wearing off.

You do not want to tangle with me.

Punch it.

(SCREECHING)

Maybe he didn't see us.

Sir?

You do realize the shoulder
is used just for emergencies?

Officer, hi. Are we glad to see you.

We could really use
a police escort to the bakery.

It closes in 10 minutes.

That's not an emergency, ma'am.

Ma'am? Ow, talk about police brutality.

License and registration, please.

I have the registration.

Do you have a driver's license?

Sir, are you a citizen
of the United States?

Hey, racist much?

Just because he's got dark skin
and drives a clunker

and has a coat hanger for an antenna

doesn't make him illegal.

Gabby, please!

He has rights! He pays taxes!

We're getting your name,
Officer Martinez. Damn.

(SIGHS) Just give him your license
so we can get out of here.

(SIGHS)

Hector?

Sir, step out of the vehicle and
put your hands on the car, please.

Hector.

(CHILDREN SHOUTING)

(TRUCK APPROACHING)

Isn't that your truck?

Why is it moving like that?

Where's my husband?

Where's the pie?

Gabby, what happened?

Please don't yell at me.

That was my first time driving stick shift
and my nerves are shattered.

Where's Hector?

He got arrested.

Arrested? Why?

Well, traffic was awful
and the bakery was closing,

so Hector, and I begged him not to,

drove up on the shoulder
and the police caught us.

The police?

Grace, get in the truck, now.

But we haven't eaten yet.

I don't care. Let's go!
Where's my purse?

What the hell is going on?

I think they're illegals.

- Are they going to deport Hector?
- I don't know.

They just took him and left me in a car
that I don't know how to drive.

Carmen, wait.
We can get your husband out of this.

We'll hire a lawyer.

They will have him on a bus
back to Mexico by tomorrow.

I have to move out of our house
before they track down our address.

Where are you going?

I have relatives in Texas.

We'll stay with them
until I can think of what to do next.

But what about Grace?
When will I see her again?

I don't know.

Say goodbye, Grace.

Goodbye, Gabby.

Hey, kids.
I put some snacks on the table.

Mrs. Perry slapped the caterer,
so dinner's gonna be a little late.

(PAIGE CRYING)

Do you hear crying?

Maybe it's the caterer.

No, I think it's Paige.

Oh, yeah.
She's been crying for a long time.

She has?

(INAUDIBLE)

(SIGHS) Who wants
to play some football?

Okay, go long. Go long.

Oh! That's my bad. I'll get it.

Oh, look! Did it again.

I'll get it.

(CRYING CONTINUES)

- Oh!
- Oh!

(PAIGE CONTINUES CRYING)

PRESTON: Let's go, boys. Come on.

PORTER: Third and six.
You got to throw it.

He's not gonna.

PORTER: Come on! Throw the ball! Oh!

It's like they're trying to lose!

COMMENTATOR ON TV:
Now third and 16 from the 16.

The give to Blake on the draw.

And Blake is hammered
at the line for no gain.

PORTER: Oh!
PRESTON: Come on.

So, Richard, tell us,
what are your plans for retirement?

We're still discussing that.

He wants to sail down the coast
of South America by himself.

Bree, this cranberry sauce is delicious.
What is your secret?

- Well...
- RICHARD: Might I remind you,

the plan was always for us to sail
down the coast of South America.

Please tell us that secret, Bree.
I'd love to hear it.

Is it cinnamon?

If it isn't, can we talk about cinnamon?

I knew a stripper in Baltimore
named Cinnamon.

Nice broad.

You changed the plan.

You're the one that said
you wanted to keep working.

Well, I'm sorry if I built up
a successful practice

while you were traipsing
around the world.

- "Traipsing"?
- Yes.

Like when I "traipsed" through Iraq?

Iraq! My goodness! What was that like?

When I think about it now,
doesn't seem so bad.

So, Richard, we know
that you like sailing.

What about you, Mary?
Do you have any hobbies?

Ask him.

Excuse me?

He has known me for 35 years.

I'd be curious if he could name
even one thing I like to do.

Um...

Bitch?

No. The stripper's name was Ginger.
Cinnamon was her sister.

Killed by a cab.

You're not happy unless you have
something to complain about.

Dad, Mom, come on.
You're guests here.

Why do I even bother?
It's like talking to a wall.

A wall that paid for your medical school

after your homemade wooden
puzzle business went belly-up.

And everything you ever did
was a success?

Iraq? Nice job!

I caught some shrapnel in Korea.

Came this close to being a lady.

See, Bree,
this is just what we talked about.

You talked to my mother?

Bree said I should tell you how I feel.
Well, here is how I feel.

I want a divorce.

What?

Thank you, Bree. I do feel better.

You told my mom to get a divorce?

I never said divorce.

You want out of this? Fine!
I'm happy to oblige!

Dad! Mom, wait.

And you didn't wanna come.

I love the stuffing.

Are you sure? Not too dry?

No! It's yummy. Did you use pecans?

Yes.

It's my mother's recipe.

It's probably a lot different
from the stuffing you had as a kid.

Actually, Mama and I
didn't really celebrate Thanksgiving.

What?

Daddy left when I was very young.

After that, Mama said we didn't have
anything to be thankful for.

So, you never had people over?

No. It was always just Mama and me.

That's too bad.

When I was 12,

I did ask Mama if I could have
a friend from school to eat with us.

Danny Sullivan.

I didn't tell her I'd invited a boy
until Thanksgiving morning.

Well, what happened?

She started screaming at me,

saying boys were only after one thing.

When he showed up
and knocked on the door,

she wouldn't let me answer it.

We just sat there and ate,

while he knocked and knocked.

Finally, it stopped.

Your mother sounds like
a very unappy woman.

I didn't notice it so much
when I was a child,

but now I'm starting to realize just how

damaged she is.

Is that why you never introduced us?

I just never thought you two
would have much in common.

I can think of one thing.

We both love you.

You know, I think it's good I waited
this long to have a real Thanksgiving.

Why's that?

Because now I actually have
something to be thankful for.

Hey, guys. I brought you some turkey.

Can I have some?

Well, sure, but, where's your mom?

I thought you guys
were throwing the football around.

I haven't seen her since
she kicked it down to your house.

And how long ago was that?

A while ago.
Before the baby stopped crying.

(COMMENTATOR
CHATTERING ON TV)

Hey, guys. How's it going?

PORTER: Ugh! Dallas is losing.

Where's the baby?

They have no passing game.

Guys.

Susan?

Ah! (LAUGHS)

Well, now I'm not suspicious at all.

Come on, Susan.

(EX CLAIMS)

God, you scared me.

You stay right there.

Guys... Hey...

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Will you watch the game upstairs?
I need to talk to Susan.

When did Susan get here?

Beats me.

What the hell?

I could hear her crying
four houses away.

Yes. And last night
she cried just as loud.

But two minutes later,
she put herself to sleep.

She was self-soothing.
The system was working.

I don't care. I think
it's a crappy system for lazy moms.

(GASPS) Lazy moms?
Who are you to talk?

You have one kid every 18 years.

Me, I've got five in the house
at the same time. It's a war.

So, if I need to put my baby
on a schedule

to stop my life
from spiraling out of control,

that's what I'm gonna do.

Well,

you're gonna have to do it alone
'cause I quit.

Whoa! Hold on.
Isn't that a little extreme?

Lynette, I'm sorry. I cannot stand by
and listen to that baby cry.

Even for five minutes?

Even for one minute.
It's more than I can handle.

I listen to MJ crying himself
to sleep every night

because he misses his dad.

I cry myself to sleep
because my kid is crying.

There's just too much crying
in my life. I can't take it.

Sweetie.

I'm so sorry. I had no idea.

I'm sorry to dump all this on you.
I have been emotional all day.

(SNIFFLING)

It's Thanksgiving and I haven't even
got to speak to Mike.

You want to call him?
You can use my phone.

Talk as long as you like.

Are you sure? It's expensive.

Well,

it's either talking to your husband
or self-soothing,

and I know how much you love that.

Oh! Thank God you haven't left.

What are you doing here?

You don't have to leave.
Carlos and I hired our friend Bob.

He's a lawyer.
He'll find a way to help you.

How? We're breaking the law.

Well, at least talk to him.
You can't just pack up and go.

We always knew this day might come.

This was the plan.

I'm sticking to it.

Carmen, we should talk about this.

Hi, Gabby.

Mama, am I supposed to pack
all my clothes and books?

Just your favorite things, mija.
For a nice long visit.

I'm going to meet my cousins.

I heard.

Look, Carmen,
I know you're a proud woman,

but you have to let us help you.

We're family.

I'm afraid if I let you go,
I may never see Grace again.

And you might not see Juanita.

Stay with us
until we can figure things out.

They'll never look for you there.

At the very least, we can have
a few more days with the girls.

Please.

I'm not ready to say goodbye yet.

(CARMEN SOBBING)

Top you off?

Thanks, I'm good.

Where the heck did Lynette go?

She can't be that far.

So, the house looks great.

Thanks.

You like living here?

Uh, yeah, sure.

(LAUGHS)
That didn't sound very convincing.

Well, it's nothing against Fairview.
It's just...

I'm surrounded by couples
and married people,

and I'm alone,

would you believe, for the first time.

Well, if I know you,

that's not going to last.

I don't know.

You know, people used to say
I was a beautiful woman.

Now they say
I'm a beautiful woman for my age.

Please, I just saw you in a towel.

Did you get your premium channels?

I did.

- And high-speed Internet.
- (LAUGHS)

There you go.

You know, there was a time where
I could've had any man I wanted.

And I did.

But I did not choose wisely.

I went for the rich guys,
the famous guys,

the ones who bought me pretty things.

I should've been looking for a man
who was kind

and gentle.

The kind of man you'd actually want
to raise a family with.

I gotta hand it to Lynette.
She sure knows how to pick 'em.

(DOOR OPENING)

(SIGHS)

What are you guys talking about?

Well...

You, actually.

I hope it was complimentary.

Very.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- Hey.
- Come on in.

- Dad's here. He's in the other room.
- Oh.

How's he doing?

(SIGHS) Weirdly, okay.

And how about you?

Freaked out.

Guess it doesn't matter
if you're four or 34,

when your mom and dad
aren't together anymore...

It's horrible. I know.

You know what's ironic?

Thanksgiving, big family holiday,

that's the day I start thinking
there's no point in being married.

You can't think like that.

Why not?

They were married for 35 years.
If it could fall apart that quickly...

RICHARD: It didn't.

It's been a long time coming, Keith.
You just haven't been around to see it.

Hmm.
Like that would have made it easier.

Son, all I'm saying is
try not to be cynical about marriage.

Really? 'Cause I see a lot of
divorced people in this room.

Sorry.

No, you're right. I'm divorced.

But I will never give up on marriage.

Because when it works, it's great.

And I still believe
it could happen again for me.

And I cannot believe I just said that
to my boyfriend in front of his father.

You wanna take a walk?

Maybe I can salvage one nice
Thanksgiving memory out of this day.

I'd love to.

I'll get my coat.

I hope he's going to be okay.

Well, it'll take some time, but
I promise I'll help him through it.

Keith's a lucky guy to have you.

Thank you.

I knew you were special
from the moment I met you.

You ready to go?

All set.

How's it going? What've you found out?

Nothing.

He still insists he didn't do it.

Clearly, it's too soon.

You haven't gained his trust yet.

You know what you should do?

Join some wine-of-the-month club.

Start getting him drunk
on a regular basis.

Maybe he'll let something slip.

What's wrong?

Mama,

have you ever
considered the possibility that...

That what?

That Paul didn't kill Aunt Martha?

No.

Have you?

Well,

no one actually saw him do it.

Oh, my God!

He swears he didn't kill her.

And you believe him.

I want you out of that house.

- Mama.
- You will leave here,

get your things,
and get out of that house today.

I can't.

Why not?

He's my husband.

What?

He's nice to me.

(SHOUTS) Who cares?

He's a cold-blooded killer!

Mama, the guards.

I didn't raise you to be this stupid!

Sit down or your visit's over.

- Don't touch me!
- Mama!

I will not allow you

to fall in love with a monster!

Do you hear me?

Beth!

Mom, we want breakfast.

Okay, I'll be there in a second.

Bob, there has got to be some way
we can get Hector his papers.

Isn't there somebody
that we can throw money at?

Guys, it's too late for Hector,

and as long as Carmen is here,

she runs the risk
of being deported, too.

She either turns herself in, or...

I have to disappear.

You said Carmers at risk.
What about Grace?

She was born here.
She's an American citizen.

Oh.

JUANITA: Mom!

I should go.

Wow. This is great.
Waffles are my favorite.

Good, you can have them
any time you want.

Really? Wow.

I wish I could live here all the time.

Well, you never know.

There might be a way
we can make that happen.

MARY ALICE:
Once a year we remember to stop

and count our blessings.

We give thanks
for the friends who understand us,

the lovers who make us happy,

the children who do our bidding.

Yes, we must always be thankful
for what we've been given,

even if it's just an opportunity.