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Previously on Desperate Housewives.

A mother protected her son.

Here in America, we actually get
divorced before we get married again.

I will explain it all away.

Your father told me
you called off the wedding.

Evil came to Wisteria Lane.

Susan! How is she?

We don't know yet.
Nobody's talking to us.

It struck again.

I can't believe she's dead.

I didn't really know her, but I guess
we're sort of connected now.

You would have liked her.

And fear set in.

Whoever attacked Julie
is still out there.

There is obviously a madman
on the loose.

Hey!

The stage was set...

I'm a little out of your league,
don't you think?

...for the killer...

What are you doing?

...to strike again.

There is a house
in the town of Fairview.

Inside this house lives a monster,

the kind who kills young women.

You may ask how such
a monster came to be,

and that's a very good question,
indeed.

- I'm out of scotch.
- I'll buy you some more while I'm out.

- You got any in your room?
- No, and stay out of there.

I know you've been stealing my booze.

Mom, stop being so paranoid.
I don't even drink.

Sure you don't.

I gotta help Mrs. Scavo fix her car.

You can wait a little while, right?

His name was Eddie.

Everyone thought he was harmless.

Until the day his mother
went into his room.

She was just looking
for a bottle of scotch,

but found the truth instead.

Soon everyone in town
would be asking,

"How could such a monster
come to be?"

Sadly, the answer
would satisfy no one.

I met Eddie on a Monday.

He had just turned four.

If you're smart,
you'll take up jogging now.

Don't wait till you're my age.
It's too late.

I can't do anything!

At this point,
I'd settle for anything.

Do the dishes. Wipe down the counter.

- You've given up!
- I'm doing the best I can.

So what's going on in there?

You know what?
I don't need this crap. I am done!

Baby, I said I was sorry!

It's too late, Barbara.
I can't take it anymore.

But you can't just walk out.
We have a kid!

No, you have a kid.

I never wanted him.
I never wanted any of this!

Excuse me!

- Is this your child?
- What's it to you?

I'm sure you don't want to be
talking like this in front of him.

I was just leaving.

Hank, don't do this!
Don't leave me here.

I don't want to be alone.

Eddie, come here. Come here.
I have to get ready for work.

- It's you.
- Hi.

I just wanted to check in,
see how you guys are doing.

- Also, I made you a little something.
- You're kidding.

Well, it's nothing special,
just macaroni and cheese.

Come on. Let me heat this up for you.

- I don't know.
- And then we can talk.

And if you want to complain about your
husband, I promise, I won't defend him.

Don't just stand there then.
Come on in.

He's a handsome little boy.

He looks just like his father,
which is a shame.

- Maybe Hank will reconsider.
- No. He's serious this time.

I'm all alone with a 4-year-old to raise.

Isn't there anybody who can help you?
Family, your mother?

My mother? God forbid.

What about friends?

You know, I have a great group
of friends over on Wisteria Lane.

We've helped each other
get through all sorts of problems.

Yeah, I've never really been the type
of woman to have girlfriends.

And now I'm 35 years old with a kid.

I'm guessing I'm not really going to be
having any boyfriends, either.

Don't be ridiculous.
Women in your situation find love.

- You just have to look for it.
- I guess.

Well, I've gotta go.

If you like, I can stop by next week.

No, you don't have to do that.
We'll be fine.

Eddie, say goodbye to Mary Alice.

- Goodbye.
- You take care, Eddie.

So cute.

He's gonna be a heartbreaker one day.

Just like his father.

Hi, Eddie. Remember me?

I brought you a little something.

I'm not supposed to open the door.

Well, tell your mom I'm here,
and she can open it.

She's not here.

Well, tell your babysitter then.

You do have a sitter, don't you?

Eddie, where exactly is your mother?

Oh, my gosh!
What are you doing here?

Look, it's my friend, Mary Alice.

Well, nice to meet you, Mary.

The name's Ron.
Can I buy you a drink?

Thanks, but I'm not gonna be here
that long.

Get up. You're leaving.

Whoa! She can't leave yet.
No, this party's just getting started.

- Did you say your name was Ron?
- Yeah.

Shut up, Ron. I have Eddie in my car.

Eddie? Has something happened?
He's not hurt, is he?

- No, he's fine, no thanks to you.
- Who's Eddie?

Her 4-year-old child
who she left at her home, unattended.

You got a kid?

You know, you might want to lead
with that next time,

before I spring for the screwdrivers.

Baby. Don't you want
to get my phone number?

Now look at what you've done.

I am this close
to calling Social Services.

You might wanna change your tone.

Let's go.
You've got a little boy to look after.

I know I should have stayed home.

But I was already dressed
when the sitter canceled,

and I really just needed
a couple of hours to myself.

He's four years old, Barbara.

What if he had gotten sick?
What if he had hurt himself?

I know. I know. It was really stupid.

You've got to promise me you will
never do something like this again.

Never again. I swear.

It's just...

What?

I really need a man.

My heavens.
I should have been home hours ago.

Don't worry about us.
We are good now.

I want you to be happy, Barbara. I do.

It's just...

Being a mother means always
putting his needs ahead of yours.

You're right.
That's exactly what it means.

Baby. Come here.

Eddie.

It's not your fault you ruined my life.

Gabrielle met Eddie on a Tuesday,

the day she moved
into the neighborhood.

Carlos, I'm bored.

No, I can't go get my nails done,

because I'm waiting
for the freaking movers!

Besides, I doubt this town
even has a spa.

It does, however, have annoying people

who come to your house
with welcome baskets

and say things like,
"Hot enough for you?"

No, no, no, no! You are not going
into another meeting!

You know, just because I moved here
for your job doesn't mean you...

Yeah. Damn right
we're gonna talk about this tonight,

and it will be hot enough for you.

Looks like it's just you and me, Chanel.

God.
Who the hell are you?

Eddie.

How did you get in here?

Through the window.
How did you get in?

With my key. I own this place.

Well, I've been playing here
since the other people moved.

- Can I still do that?
- No! Get out. Go. Go home.

Did you know you're really beautiful?

Okay, maybe I was a little rude earlier.

- What's your story? What do you do?
- I'm a kid.

- Oh. Right. So why aren't you in school?
- It's summer.

Oh. Right. Well, I don't really do
the kid thing. So, where do you live?

A couple of streets over,
the house with the weeds.

Well, that's the moving van that has
a lot of boxes I have to unpack.

You better hit the road.

Or I could stay here
and help you unpack.

Follow me.

Mmm.

- You missed a spot.
- Sorry.

Don't apologize. You do good work.

Maybe next time you'll be ready
to do a French tip.

- Should I get that?
- No.

Keep your voice down.

It might be one of those Stepford Wives

with another
welcome-to-the-neighborhood cake.

I mean, really,
does it look like I eat cake?

Some of the neighbors are nice.

That lady with the red hair
makes her own Halloween candy.

You mean the one whose parents
named her after cheese?

No, thank you.
I like my robots a little more lifelike.

Though, she's not as bad as
that blonde chick

who's always yelling at her kids.

There are people on fire
who are not as loud as she is.

And then I thought,
maybe for a second,

that Susan Mayer lady and I
could be friends.

And then she started talking.

Okay, good. I think they're gone.

Can we watch our shows now?

Just as soon as you finish unpacking
those boxes in the kitchen.

I did it this morning.

Oh, my God. If you can sew,
I am locking you in my basement,

- and you are staying here forever.
- Cool!

Eddie, I was kidding.

You've been coming here every day
for a week.

- Doesn't your mother mind?
- No.

- Are you sure? Maybe I should call her.
- No.

She has this new boyfriend,
and they like their alone time.

Oh.

Okay. Well, then why don't you stay
for dinner? I'll cook.

Great!

Although, you are the one
who unpacked the pots and pans,

so I'd hate to mess up your system.

I'll cook. I can heat up soup.

More than I can do.

Okay, Yao Lin,
how sick are you, really?

If you can dial a phone,
you can come in

and do three loads of laundry
and wash some dishes.

Yao Lin, you know I can't understand

when you speak
in your native gibberish!

Hello? Hello?

Surprise, babe.

Honey! What are you doing home?

Well, I was at work
and I started thinking about

my lonely, beautiful wife.

Aw.

And that big, beautiful bathtub upstairs
we haven't christened yet.

You pig.

So you're saying
you don't want to take a bath with me?

Well, I guess the pans can wait

until Yao Lin recovers
from her "double pneumonia."

All right. We've done the tub.

Maybe we should christen
the guest room next.

That sounds great,
but I need to get going.

Wait a minute.
You're going back to work?

- This is a nooner?
- I can't take the whole day off.

I already canceled two meetings
and a lunch for this.

- So, how long do we have?
- Five more minutes.

Well, don't just sit there.
Fondle something.

- What the hell Who are you?
- Eddie!

- You know this kid?
- He lives in the neighborhood.

I knocked. No one answered.
So, I came through the window.

We're naked. Get out!

She told me I could come over.
Who's this guy?

He's my husband, Eddie! Get out!

This is how you've been
spending your days.

He's lonely. I'm lonely.

There are plenty of women on this
street that you can be friends with.

Well, they're all so weird.

Gabby, your best friend
is a 9-year-old boy. That's weird.

He has no one in his life.
His mother totally ignores him.

I'm thinking of going over there
and saying something.

No. Stay out of it.
This is where we live now,

and I don't want us to be known
as the nosy neighbors.

- But he's so sad.
- I don't care.

Stop using him as your excuse.

Cut him loose and get out there
and start making a life for yourself.

Buddy?

Look, Eddie,
I'm sorry Carlos yelled at you.

It's just we were cleaning the tub.

I know what sex is. I'm not stupid.

No, you're not,
which is why you should know

you can't just
break into people's houses.

It was okay
when I was unpacking your boxes.

Look, Eddie, I really like you.

But the thing is,
we can't hang out so much anymore.

I need to make friends my age,
and you need to make friends your age.

You know what? You're not so pretty.

Eddie!

Bree hired Eddie
to help out on a Wednesday,

and she helped him in return.

It's looking wonderful, Eddie.

- Same time tomorrow?
- Sure, Mrs. Hodge.

- I think you gave me too much.
- Call it a bonus for a job well done.

You don't need to do this.

Well, I'm sure you could use
a little extra cash.

Do you have a girlfriend? Maybe
you could buy her something nice.

I don't have a girlfriend.

Oh.

Well, you're still young.

Well, it wouldn't matter how old I am.
Girls never notice me.

Well, did it ever occur to you

that they might be waiting for you
to notice them?

No.

- Are there any girls that you like?
- There is this one girl at school.

Do you ever talk to her?

See? She has probably noticed you
lots of times

and wonders why you don't walk up
to introduce yourself.

I wouldn't even know what to say.

- Does she have nice eyes?
- She has nice everything.

Well, you can start
by mentioning her eyes.

Trust me. You can never go wrong
with a genuine compliment.

This is good stuff. Anything else?

Well, once you have her attention,
you've gotta woo her.

- Woo?
- Yes.

Give her a little gift so she knows
that you're thinking about her.

Flowers are nice.
Roses are even better.

And then, eventually,
you can work your way up to jewelry.

I can't afford all that.

Now you can.

Excuse me.
Are you Eddie Orlofsky's mother?

- Who's asking?
- Bree Hodge.

Your son has been doing some
painting for me over on Wisteria Lane.

You're not the woman who has sex
with her gardeners, are you?

Good heavens, no. That's...

Somebody else.

- May I please speak to Eddie?
- He's not here.

Well, then, maybe you can help me.

A few weeks ago, I gave Eddie
some advice on how to talk to girls.

I'm glad someone did.
The kid is a lummox.

Yes. Well...

What I didn't realize is
that the object of his affection

is my daughter, Danielle.

He gave her roses
and then more roses,

and then I found this in my mailbox.

Big spender.

Just like his dad.

It was a lovely gesture.

Sadly, Danielle
doesn't return his feelings.

She spends most of her time
with the other cheerleaders...

Say no more. She's out of his league.

No. That's not what I mean.

So, what, you want me to talk to him?

Yes. If you could just say something
to let him down easy.

You got it.

What's going on?

This lady says you've been
stalking her daughter.

I didn't say that.

You just said he is harassing some girl
he has no chance with.

What the hell else do you call that?

I was trying to woo her.

Woo her? Oh, my God!
That's hysterical.

There's no need to mock him.

Who is mocking? I am thrilled.

I always figured the only girl
he'd end up with

would be blind, deaf or inflatable.

But now that I know
how good he is at wooing...

- Please don't laugh at me.
- I'll do what I want, Romeo.

And don't worry.

I'll make sure he stops
hassling your daughter.

I'm sorry.

Hello, Eddie.

It's been a few days.
I wasn't sure if I'd be seeing you again.

I didn't wanna come back,
but I needed the money.

No, I don't blame you for being angry.

I don't want to talk about this.

Eddie, I wish you had told me
that Danielle was the girl

- you were interested in.
- Yeah, right.

Then you could have told me
that she was out of my league

and saved my mom the trouble.

I wouldn't have said that and I
definitely wouldn't have laughed at you.

Why not?

It's pretty funny.

Nerdy freak wants to date
popular cheerleader?

The only thing I see when I look at you
is a nice, young man

who isn't treated
as well as he should be.

Yeah, well, tell Danielle she can relax.

I won't be talking to her anymore.
I've been forbidden.

Eddie, Danielle would be happy
to talk to you, as a friend.

I don't want a friend.
I want someone to love me.

Well, of course you do.

I think I wanna work now.

Eddie, there is someone
out there for you.

- You just have to be patient.
- For how long?

I feel like I'm waiting for someone
who's never gonna show up.

There are girls out there
who will say yes to you.

You just have to find them.

Yes. It's half up front and half after.

- So where do we go?
- Down there.

Don't worry, cutie.
No one's gonna see us.

You can do whatever you want.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I forgot something.

I got you these.

Wow, I just...

Please don't laugh at me.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Let's just go.

Susan first noticed Eddie
as the boy who sold her coffee.

Then one Thursday,
she noticed something more.

- Wow. That's amazing.
- Hey.

- I didn't know you were an artist.
- I was just... I'm fooling around.

- What can I get you?
- No, let me see it.

- Those are great.
- Is there anything else

- you all would like?
- I would like...

Wow, look at the shadowing
and the blending.

It's really good.

My mom thinks I'm wasting my time.

She says there's lots of people
way better than me.

Well, you tell your mom that I have
an expensive, worthless art degree

that says I know what I'm talking about,
and you have huge potential.

- You think?
- Yeah.

You just need to
work on your technique.

- I could help if you want.
- Seriously?

That'd be great. Thanks.

Okay, whatever you want,
on the house.

I'll have a large, triple-shot latte.

That's funny.
Your husband was in here earlier,

and that's exactly what he ordered.

Actually, he's now my ex-husband.

Oh...

- I'm sorry. I didn't mean it...
- No, no. It's fine.

We've all moved on.

Mike's dating the woman that lives
across the street now,

and I'm adding a double-chocolate
brownie to my order.

We're all very happy.

Well, if it makes you feel any better,

I'm sure a lot of people
would like to date you.

You have huge potential, too.

- Brownie.
- Right.

Eddie, the detail is amazing,
your use of perspective.

I can't believe you've come so far
in just a few weeks.

- Well, I had a really good teacher.
- That's sweet.

But actually,
I think that you've outgrown me,

which is why I have a surprise for you.

What?

I signed you up for a two-week seminar
at the Art Institute.

And before you say you can't afford it,
I already wrote the check.

This is, like, the nicest thing
anybody's ever done for me.

But I can't go.

- Why not?
- My mom would never let me.

I mean,
she thinks this whole art thing is stupid.

Eddie, you can't let her do this to you.
You have such a gift.

Listen to me.

When you love something that much,
you can't just let it go.

That kind of love is the one thing
that keeps us going,

whether it makes sense
to anyone else or not.

Wow.

This is just about the only thing
that makes me happy.

Then to hell with the rest of the world.

Mrs. Mayer? Are you there?
It's me, Eddie.

Come on in! I'll be right down.

Hey, those art classes were amazing.

The first three days, they had us do
nothing but portraits from memory.

And then they brought us down
to the beach to do seascapes.

- I've got so much to tell you!
- Yeah. Me, too.

- Why are you wearing that?
- I'm getting married.

- To who?
- Mike.

But he divorced you.
He made you so unhappy.

He did.

But then this madman kidnapped MJ,
and so I went after him,

and then Mike came after us,
and he saved us both.

So, we fell back in love.

This doesn't make any sense.
It's so quick.

I know.

Oh, my God.

- Are those �clairs?
- Yeah.

They look messy. Get them away.

So, yeah, it is quick.

I can't believe in two hours
I'm gonna be marrying Mike,

and promising him I'll be
with him forever, for the second time.

I have zero credibility.

Look at me. I don't know
if I'm gonna make it down the aisle.

Are they chocolate?
No, I don't wanna know.

- Don't do it.
- They just smell so good.

No, I mean the wedding.
If you're not sure, don't marry Mike.

No, Eddie, I've booked the church,
I bought the dress.

I have to marry somebody.

You could marry me.

I have some money saved up.

Okay, you almost got me.

You are so sweet.

You saw that I was freaking out, and
you knew that I needed a good laugh.

I don't know what I'd do without you.

Hey, I have to finish getting ready.
Come to the church if you want.

What the hell?

I can always use my bouquet
to cover the stain.

By the power vested in me, I now
pronounce you husband and wife.

You may kiss your bride.

Julie!

Eddie. I was just getting some coffee.
How sweet of you to visit.

Well, it's the first day that
they allowed non-family members.

I still can't believe it happened.

I keep asking myself, "How can there
be this kind of evil in the world?

"What kind of monster
would do this to her?"

It wasn't a monster.

No, monsters are big and strong.

This was done by some weak,
insignificant piece of garbage

that doesn't even deserve
to be on this earth.

Anyone who could do this to someone
as sweet as Julie and you,

he should just do everyone a favor
and just kill himself.

Anyone that could do this
is too cowardly for that.

You're right.

It was during
a Friday night game of charades

that Lynette was clued in
to the truth of Eddie's life.

Three words. Third word. Third word.

You. You. Pregnant. Bloated.
Swollen. Huge.

Lady, Tom. I'm a lady.

- No talking.
- Better than hitting.

Du Barry Was a Lady.

Three Times a Lady.
Tramp and the Lady?

- No, no, My Fair Lady!
- Yes, yes!

"Tramp and the Lady." Really?

Coming.

It's not easy when you're swollen,
bloated and huge.

- Where's my kid?
- Hey, Barbara. He's in here with us.

- You want to come in?
- No.

Eddie. Get out here.

- Mom, what are you doing here?
- Why didn't you answer your phone?

That is probably our fault.

We were playing charades,
and you know how loud that can get.

Yeah, I guess my invitation
got lost in the mail.

- You gotta come home.
- It's not even 8:00, Mom.

- I don't care.
- Mom, I'm having fun.

Well, you should have thought
about that before you hid my stuff.

- I didn't hide it.
- Everything okay?

- It's nothing.
- Yeah, he hides my booze

and then acts all ashamed
when I call him on it.

I know you hid it, you little bastard.

- Hey!
- No, Mrs. Scavo, it's okay. It's okay.

Mom, come on. I'll walk you home.

I don't think you should talk
to your son that way.

What do you care, huh?
What is he, your pet project?

You feed him a little dinner, Lynette,

and then you let him play
your stupid games

so you can feel good about yourself?

Yeah. I got your number.

- I'm out of scotch.
- I'll buy you some more while I'm out.

- You got any in your room?
- No, and stay out of there.

Hi, Mrs. Scavo. I'm here to fix your car.

You are so sweet to remember this.
Thank you.

So, how are things at home?

Are the tools in the garage?
I should probably get started.

- Yeah.
- Okay.

- Hey. We got any cake left?
- I'm not sure.

- You okay?
- I don't know.

- I keep thinking about last night.
- Yeah. Me, too.

And I'm just so

livid.

Yeah. That Barbara
is an infuriating woman.

No. Tom, no. I am livid at us.

The way she talked to Eddie,
and we did nothing.

I know, but we can't force her
to be nice to her own kid.

That's what everybody always says.

But we all know the woman
is a drunken nightmare.

We complain about her,
we gossip about her,

and then we watch her
walk into that house,

where we know
something bad is happening.

But we do nothing.

Well, I'm tired of being one
of the people who does nothing.

Well, Eddie is an adult now.
And he can leave whenever he wants.

He's probably so damaged
he doesn't know how to leave.

Where are you going with this?

Ma, I'm back from the store.

Ma?

What is that?

Your scrapbook.

I don't understand, Eddie.

There are all these newspaper articles
in here about girls in Fairview

who have been strangled or murdered.

Why would you collect this stuff?

Don't just look down at your feet.

You gotta tell me the truth, okay?

Did you have anything to do with
hurting those girls?

Oh, my God.

How could you do something like this?
Oh, God.

I didn't raise you to be like this.

Didn't you?

What is that supposed to mean?
This is my fault?

Look. You're upset.

Why don't you sit back down
and have something to drink?

You're gonna try to blame this on me.
No way.

Screw you.

What are you doing?

What do you think I'm doing,
you moron? I'm calling the police!

Don't do that, put that down.

I always said the worst mistake
I ever made in my life was having you.

- Hey, Eddie. Perfect timing.
- Mrs. Scavo, what are you doing here?

Are you okay?
Oh, my gosh, you're trembling and...

Yeah, I'm just... I was on my way out.

Then I'll make this quick.

Tom and I have been talking,

and we would like it
if you would move in with us.

I know it's a big change,
but you've gotta get out of here, Eddie.

This isn't a healthy situation.

Yeah. I guess it could be better.

Oh, my God.

Is she passed out?

Yeah.

This is what I'm talking about.
This is why you need to get out of here.

I mean, look at her, dead drunk.

- Okay. I'll come live with you.
- Great.

So just pack your bags
and come on over.

I hope you like meat loaf.

You want me to come in and help you,

or do you want me to come back later
to talk to her?

Believe me, Mrs. Scavo,
she wouldn't hear a word.

Okay.

There is a house
in the town of Fairview.

Inside this house lives a monster,

the kind who kills women.

You may wonder
how a monster like that came to be.

The answer is simple.

Monsters are created

by other monsters.