She walks over and begins to cut up his food for him.



Gabrielle: "Well, I'm not gonna let you starve to death. Besides, you're gonna need your strength to get my husband out of jail."



David: "You know, when I was waiting for the ambulance the other day, I seriously thought I was gonna die. I was scared."



Gabrielle: "Of course you were."



David: "Thanks"



Gabrielle: "For what?"



David: "For not making any jokes."



Gabrielle: "Sure. Now, open up."



She feeds him a piece of meat.



Advertising Agency



Lynette walks in wearing a grey suit. Stu hands her messages.



Lynette: "Thank you."



She looks and sees Nina is escorting people into the conference room. Lynette sees that they are all dressed in designer suits. Lynette looks down at her grey suit. She rushes out to her car and pulls the white suit out of the trunk.



Nina (to the Kamarov people): "Just, uh, follow this hallway straight down there and make yourselves comfortable."



Lynette sneaks by them holding the packaged white suit.



"For the good of their family, Lynette had made a promise to her husband. And within ten days from the date of purchase, she intended to keep it."



Lynette, dressing in the white suit, pins the price tag down and leaves the restroom.



Nina: "Oh. That's a fantastic suit."



Lynette: "Oh. Thanks."



Nina: "I'm flattered, really. I mean, who knew that you cared so much about what I think?"



Lynette: "I don't follow you."



Nina: "Well, I make a few innocent comments, and you go out and buy yourself a gorgeous new suit. Dance, puppet, dance."



Lynette: "Well, actually, this was already in my closet. I just forgot about it."



Nina: "Forgot? You forgot that you had that suit?"



Lynette walks into the conference room and faces everyone confidently.



Lynette: "Good morning. Hi. I'm Lynette Scavo. Now is everyone taken care of in terms of coffee and whatever else they may like? Great. Well, then, let's get started. I will show you how Kamarov Vodka can expand its customer mindshare while still holding the line on marketing costs. It's something we here at Percher and Murphy like to call "persuasive engineering.""



Nina sees a price tag hanging off the back of Lynette's suit.



Nina: "Lynette, just hold on one second."



She lowers her voice and approaches Lynette.



Nina: "You have a... "



Nina yanks the price tag off and Lynette gasps.



Nina: "They put the price tags on the skirts these days, too, just so you know. Look at that, everybody. Lynette just bought herself a beautiful, brand new suit. Doesn't she look great? Go on."



Lynette: "Okay."



Fairview County Courthouse



David and Carlos are sitting in the courtroom, facing the judge.



Judge: "You may be seated. Good to see you back on your feet, Mr. Bradley. Whenever you're ready."



David: "Thank you, Your Honor. The defense moves to dismiss this case immediately on the grounds that the defendant..."



David looks at Gabrielle sitting in the courtroom and freezes.



Judge: "Are you all right, Mr. Bradley?"



David: "I'm sorry, Your Honor. I just can't. I just can't."



Judge: "Mr. Bradley, do you need a recess?"



David picks up his briefcase and walks out of the courtroom.



Carlos: "What the hell's going on?"



Gabrielle runs after David.



Gabrielle: "David, where are you going?"



David: "I'm sorry. I quit."



Gabrielle: "You can't just quit in the middle of a hearing."



David: "I'd love to get your idiot husband out of jail, but I just can't do it. I'm sorry. "



Gabrielle: "Yeah. Why not?"



David: "Because I'm in love with you."



Gabrielle: "What?"



David: "The other day in the hospital, I started to feel something. I don't know. Maybe it was there all along. But when I look into your eyes, I know you feel it, too. We belong together."



Gabrielle: "Okay, yeah, David, if you don't get back in there right now, I will go get a gun and shoot you myself."



David: "I can't. I'm sorry."



David walks away.



Susan's House



Susan is under the sink, working on something, when someone knocks on her door. Without getting up, she yells out to them.



Susan: "Come in!"



Paul: "We need to talk."



Susan: "Oh! Oh! Uh, uh, Paul, you, you can't just waltz into people's houses."



Paul: "Susan, you told me to come in."



Susan: "Well, that's 'cause I assumed you were someone I would let in my house. What do you want?"



Paul: "I was looking through my mail, and I found this."



He holds up the flyer that proclaims Zach to be missing.



Paul: "I was surprised to discover that you were looking for my son. You didn't happen to find anything out about where Zach might be, did you?"



Susan: "No. No, I didn't. Sorry I can't help you out."



Paul: "I'm asking because if you remember, Zach hid here in this house before, and now I learn that you've been searching for him. "



Susan: "Well, he's not here."



Paul: "Hmm. Well, maybe we should double check."



Susan: "But he's not here. I swear."



As they talk, Susan is rummaging in the soapy dishwater behind her.



Paul: "What are you grabbing for?"



Susan: "A knife. I just want to slice some tomatoes."



Paul reaches over to a knife block and pulls out a large knife. He points it toward Susan and slowly walks toward her.



Susan: "I don't know how I know this, but I, I think that he's in Utah. He, he took a bus to Bountiful. You have family there, right? Okay, I gave him the bus fare."



Paul hands the knife to Susan.



Paul: "You might want to be careful with that. You seem a little jittery."



Paul leaves.



Fairview County Prison Visiting Room



Gabrielle is sitting across from Carlos.



Gabrielle: "Look, I know the timing is bad."



Carlos: "Pretty bad."



Gabrielle: "I feel terrible. How was I supposed to know that he would take a bullet and suddenly realize he's in love with me? Okay, look, I know I pushed you into hiring that creep, but I promise I will do anything I can to fix this."



Carlos: "All right, go have sex with Bradley."



Gabrielle: "What?"



Carlos: "Well, that's what you want me to say, isn't it? God, you guys are good. I mean, you set me up perfectly."



Gabrielle: "You think David and I planned this so we could sleep together?"



Carlos: "Well, let's see. The guy tells me to my face that he wants to get into your pants, quits a week before my trial, and now you can't wait to do anything to get him back? Yeah."



He gets up and looks at the guard.



Carlos: "I'd like to go back to jail now."



Gabrielle: "How dare you think that of me? I have been nothing but faithful to you! Since you've been in here."



Carlos: "Save it. I know when I've been outfoxed, and please don't pretend that you're doing this for me, cause I'd rather rot in here."



Gabrielle: "And you know what? A lesser woman would let you rot in here, but I'm not gonna do that. I'm not gonna give you the satisfaction. So you better start packing up your shanks or whatever you people make in here, because you're coming home with me!"



Gabrielle storms out.



Carlos (to the guard): "I don't have any shanks."



Hotel



George and Bree are checking in.



Desk Clerk: "Good afternoon. Checking in?"



George: "Yes. Uh, reservations in the name of Williams. George Williams."



Desk Clerk: "Let me get your paperwork"



George: " So what do you want to do first?"



Bree: "I don't know. I thought maybe we could go antiquing." (to the desk clerk) "I hear you have some lovely museums nearby. Do you have any brochures?"



Desk Clerk: "Right over there, Mrs. Williams."



George: "Oh, uh, she's not my wife."



Desk Clerk: "I'm so sorry."



Bree seems uncomfortable. She absently reaches up to begin scratching at the side of her neck.



George: "So I hear they have a terrific Farmers' Market nearby. We should pick up some nectarines."



Bree: "George, I can't."



George: "What?"



Bree: "I can't stay in a hotel room with you."



George: "Why not?"



Bree: "Because I am starting to get that rash again."



George: "Well, I, I brought the antihistamines."



Bree: "Oh, please. it's not gonna help. George, clearly, this is psychosomatic. We need to go home."



George: "Bree, we just drove three hours to get here."



Bree: "I know, and you have every right to be mad, but, George, I am really starting to itch."



Desk Clerk: "Is there a problem?"



George: "Uh, no, there's no problem. Everything is fine. Okay, okay, okay, okay. Uh, uh, I'll get you your own room."



Bree: "George..."



George: "No, no, no. We can still have a nice weekend. We'll just shift the focus to...antiquing."



Bree: "Please. I mean, clearly, you didn't come here to shop."



George: "No, I came to spend time with you, time that does not need to be spent in a bed."



Bree: "Really? You mean that? You wouldn't mind?"



George: "No."



Bree: "You know what, George? We're gonna have a great time, because there's tons of fun stuff we can do that doesn't involve sex."



George: "You betcha. While I take care of this, why don't you go get those brochures?"



Bree: "Okay."



George: "Okay."



Bree: "George, you won't believe it. I just stopped itching."



George: "How about that?"



Wisteria Lane - Afternoon



At Lynette's House, Tom is gardening, while the kids are playing in the yard. Lynette drives up and gets out of the car, still wearing the white suit.



Tom: "Nice suit."



Lynette: "Just hear me out. I was gonna take it back, I swear."



Tom: "But?"



Lynette: "But then I started thinking about it, and you know what? I'll be damned if I'm gonna pitch to a roomful of people who are all wearing Armani and Vera Wang, while I'm standing there with two-year-old breast milk crusted on my lapel."



Tom: "Lynette..."



Lynette: "And you know what else? I kicked ass in that meeting because of this suit."



Tom: "It is a suit. Why are you so obsessed with it?"



Lynette: "You can't explain obsession, Tom. It just is."



Tom: "No, we are parents. We can't afford the luxury of obsessions."



Lynette: "See? That's where I think we have been making a terrible, terrible mistake."



Lynette opens her car trunk and takes out a set of new golf clubs.



Tom: "What is this?"



Lynette: "Sometimes we just need to get something that makes us happy. I know that sounds selfish, but I've been thinking. It might make us better people and maybe even better parents."



Tom: "No. No, Lynette, no. This is wrong."



She hands him one of the clubs.



Lynette: "Carbon...fiber...shafts."



Tom takes the club and swings it.



Tom: "Wow. I feel like a better parent already. Oh, yeah!"



Hotel



Bree and George are sitting in the dining room, with menus in front of them.



Bree: "So I was talking to one of the bellmen, and he said there's a place not far from here where we could go horseback riding. Doesn't that sound like fun? George?"



George, distracted, watches two people kissing at another table.



George: "Wh, what? What? I'm sorry."



Bree: "I was saying I think we should go horseback riding."



George: "Oh, sure. That'd, that'd be great."



Bree reaches for George's hand. George pulls away.



Bree: "What's wrong?"



George: "Nothing. I, I just don't think that we should risk you getting another rash. "



Bree: "Well, I'm not gonna get another rash just by holding your hand."



George: "You never know."



Bree: "Oh. Well, okay."



George: "Hey, uh, I brought those antihistamines with me. Maybe you should take a couple, just to see if it works."



He places the pill bottle on the table.



Bree: "Oh, well, I'm drinking wine. I don't think you're supposed to mix pills with alcohol."



George: "That's for people who are, who are about to use heavy machinery. You don't plan on operating a forklift tonight, do you?"



Bree: "Well, you're the pharmacist. If you think it's okay..."



George: "I do."



Bree opens the bottle and takes a couple pills. George reaches out and strokes her hand.



Later, George is holding Bree up as they walk from the dining room back to their rooms.



Bree (slurring): "George, I can't feel my legs."



George: "I know, sweetheart. Don't you worry. I'm gonna take you to your room, and then we're gonna get you into bed. Okay?"



Desk Clerk: "Is she going to be okay?"



George: "Yeah, she's just had a little too much wine."



Bree (slurring): "I don't think it was the wine, George. I think it was the antihistamines."



George: "She doesn't know what she's...we're good, thank you."



Bree's Hotel Room



George is helping Bree lie down.



Bree moans and, still lying down, tries to reach for her shoe.



George: "No, no, no, no, no. I'll get those. You just relax."



Bree moans and lies back down.



George: "I love you very much, Bree. You know that, right?"



Bree: "I know."



George: "And I want more than anything for you to love me back. Do you understand what I'm saying? Bree?"



Bree is fast asleep. George looks down at her and slowly removes his tie.



Later, Bree wakes up and looks at the clock which reads 3:21. George is sitting in a chair, watching her.



George: "Hey there. How you feeling?"



Bree: "Oh, okay. Have you been sitting there all this time?"



George: "I wanted to make sure you were okay, so I stayed and watched you sleep."



Bree: "Did I do anything embarrassing? Sometimes I snore."



George: "No. No, you slept like an angel. In fact, you were so beautiful and peaceful, I actually started to feel guilty."



Bree: "Guilty?"



George: "Um, well, you know, 'cause I told you take those pills."



Bree: "That chair looks so uncomfortable. Why didn't you sleep next to me?"



George: "Well, you made it pretty clear that you don't want me in your bed."



Bree: "George. I know what you want from me, and I, I thought I wanted the same thing, but I keep getting those rashes because I still feel married."



George: "Makes sense, I guess."



Bree: "Can't you just be patient? Can't you wait just a little bit longer?"



George: "I've already waited my whole life for you, and I can wait a little more."



Bree: "Mmm."



George: "But let's be honest. There's no guarantee that you'll ever be ready. There's only so much rejection I can take. So, I'll do my best, but don't be surprised if one of these days you wake up and I'm not here. Well, I should get back to my room, try to get a little sleep. The antique stores open at ten."



George begins walking out.



Bree: "George, wait. Please don't go. Stay here with me."



George: "But what if you get another rash?"



Bree: "Well, I'll just have to get over it, won't I?"



Bree kisses George and pulls him down onto the bed.



Later, when the clock reads 4:30, George, bare-chested and underneath the covers, is asleep on the bed and Bree sits in the chair, wearing a bathrobe, rubbing her ring finger.



Gabrielle's House



David walks into Gabrielle's bedroom to find her wearing a bra and panties.



David: "Gabrielle? I got your call. Wow! Does this mean what I think it means?"



Gabrielle: "There are some ground rules first. I'm not leaving my husband. Carlos is looking at spending eight years in jail because of my lapse of judgment with the gardener. I can't let him rot in there. I'd be filled with guilt."



David: "You could get him out and then divorce him."



Gabrielle: "Not an option. I'm Catholic, hence the guilt."



David: "So, what are our options?"



Gabrielle: "This, us, stolen moments, seeing each other whenever we can. Carlos never needs to know."



David: "No."



Gabrielle: "I thought this was what you wanted."



David: "I want all of you. All or nothing."



Gabrielle: "Then it's nothing."



David: "So you won't get a divorce, but you'll have an affair?"



Gabrielle: "I said I was Catholic, not a fanatic. You know, David, you could tell me to stop. Just tell me to stop, and I will, or you can have me right now, on my terms."



David: "All right."



He grabs her to kiss her. Gabrielle pushes her thumb into David's sore shoulder, pushing him back.



David: "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! What are you doing?"



Gabrielle: "Making my point. You don't love me."



David: "Yes, I do."



Gabrielle: "No. You just agreed to an affair. A cheap, illicit affair with the woman you love? Carlos would never share me. He's looking at eight years in prison because the mere thought of it sent him into a violent rage. That is love. This is, this is just lust, mixed with posttraumatic stress. I will see you in court tomorrow at ten a.m. and don't be late, or else I'll have you disbarred for sexual harassment."



Gabrielle leaves the room.



Paul Young's Front Yard



Paul is sprinkling poison into the garden. Mike approaches.



Mike: "I'd take it easy with that snail poison. It's hell on your agapanthus."



Paul: "Thanks. I'll keep that in mind. Is that why you stopped by, to share a few gardening tips?"



Mike: "Nobody wants you here, Paul, especially me."



Paul: "I'm just a father looking for his son."



Mike: "Oh, I know what you are."



Paul: "First, your girlfriend tries to run me off with some crazy story about sending Zach to Utah. Now you're here trying to scare me away. So much for love thy neighbor. Anyway, thanks for the advice. About my agapanthus, I mean. I'll make sure I send you some."



Mike: "What did Susan tell you?"



Susan's Living Room



Susan is wearing Sophie's wedding gown, while Sophie is circling her.



Sophie: "Oh! You look beautiful. Oh, you should really consider wearing this when you marry Mike. We could make it a family tradition."



Susan: "Why don't we both stop getting divorced? That would be a nice family tradition."



Mike walks in.



Susan: Hey!"



Mike: "I need to ask you something important."



Sophie: "Oh, my god! Ah! This is it! Oh! Let me get my camera."



Susan: "Oh, no, mom, stop! What is it?"



Mike: "Did you give Zach money to go to Utah?"



Susan: "What?"



Mike: "Yes or no?"



Susan: "He was talking so much about Julie. I tried to get him to come home with me, I mean, to, to you, but he just kept going on and on about her, and I got scared."



Mike: "Yes or no?"



Susan: "Yes. Mike."



Mike walks out of the house. Susan chases after him.



Susan (crying): "Mike, I didn't do it to hurt you. You've gotta believe me. I..."



Lynette, out by her car, turns toward Susan's cry.



Susan: "I, I should have told you right away. I, I know that. But you know now, so can we please talk about it?"



Gabrielle, doing yoga on her front porch, stops and looks toward Susan.



Mike: "No."



He walks to his truck.



Susan: "Mike, stop."



Mike: "Susan, you said you wanted to help me, and I believed you. That's it. We're done."



Mike gets into his truck and slams the door. Susan cries harder.



Susan: "No, no, no, no, no!"



She stands in front of Mike's truck blocking the way. Bree comes out of her house to see what's going on.



Susan: "I screwed up, okay? I want to fix it! Please let me fix it! Tell me how to fix it! Mike, I love you!"



Mike stares at Susan and shakes his head. He puts his truck into reverse, backs up, and drives around her.



Susan: "Please, no, please, please. No, Mike! Mike!"



Susan, still in the wedding gown, chases Mike's truck pleading and crying. Mike drives away. Susan is in the middle of the street, sobbing as she runs after the truck.



Susan: "No, Mike, Mike! Come back! Come back!"



She looks over and sees Paul standing in his yard, staring at her. Paul turns and walks into his house.



Susan: "No, no, no."



Sophie, Lynette, Bree, and Gabrielle all run toward Susan, who has collapsed in the middle of the street.



"Yes, every little girl dreams of a big white wedding. But some dreams just don't come true."



~ The End ~

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