Tom: "You didn't have to do that."



Lynette: "Yeah, I sorta did."



Tom: "I'm sorry. I've just fallen behind on my housework. I just had so many errands to run today. But I'll make up for it tomorrow, okay? I promise. That's the beauty of my system: it's flexible."



Lynette: "You know, for the sake of our marriage, please don't mention the system again."



Tom: "I said I was sorry."



Lynette: "What in the world?"



Lynette sits up quickly and pushes the blankets back.



Tom: "No, no, don't touch that. Don't touch that. Um, Penny had a little, um, spitty-uppy on the sheets"



Lynette: "And you didn't change them?"



Tom: "The towel is very clean."



Lynette: "Oh, that's disgusting."



Lynette picks up the towel covering the spit-up.



Tom: "No, it's just a little spitty, a little milky spit-up on the sheets. Please, I made a judgment call. Please respect that."



Lynette: "No, I can't respect that, and do you know why? It's stupid. I'm gonna get new sheets."



Lynette gets out of bed with the dirty towel.



Tom: "We are not changing the sheets!"



Lynette: "Why are you yelling at me?"



Tom: "I am not yelling at you and this is not about spit up."



Lynette: "Of course it is."



Tom: "No, it isn't. It's about control. And as you and I both know, you have some issues in this area."



Lynette: "Why are you fighting so hard to sleep on baby vomit?"



Tom: "I am fighting for a principle."



Lynette: "Being too lazy to change the sheets is not a principle."



Tom: "You know what? You're not gonna win this one. So you'd better just crawl back into bed, and let's go to sleep."



Tom lies back down and pulls the covers up over himself. Lynette pulls the covers off and starts taking the sheets off. Tom grabs them. They fight over the sheet.



Lynette: "No, Tom! Tom, no! I'm gonna change the sheets!"



Tom: "Oh, come on!"



Lynette: "No, you come on! Just get up! Get up!"



Tom: "That's it!"



Lynette: "All right, fine! Fine! Fine! Fine! Ah!"



Lynette grabs a pillow, climbs on the bed and begins hitting Tom with it. She gets off, taking the pillow with her. Tom is spread-eagled on the bed. Lynette takes the pillow downstairs and lies down on the couch, after pulling out a truck hidden in the cushions and throwing it across the room.



"Normally Lynette would have spent a sleepless night telling herself she didn't have control issues."



Lynette turns on the TV with the remote.



"But she couldn't. She was too busy figuring out how to bend Tom to her will."



On the screen, the movie "Willard" is playing. Lynette stares at the rats crawling all over the man on the screen.



Lynette's House -- Daytime



Lynette enters, holding a small box.



Lynette: "Hello? Hi!"



When no one answers, she stoops down with the box and opens it. A rat emerges.



Lynette: "Okay. Welcome to the Promised Land. Go on! There! Good job!"



Wisteria Lane -- Daytime



Betty gets out of her car parked in front of her house. Next door, Susan waters her lawn. She sees Betty move quickly towards the front door. Susan comes running up.



Susan: "Uh, Betty? Betty? Oh, Betty, can I ask you a question?"



Betty: "Of course. It's Susan, right?"



Susan: "Yes, hi. I was just wondering, are you having some remodeling done on your house or something?"



Betty: "No. Why?"



Susan: "Well, uh, I work at home, so I'm home a lot working. And I just keep hearing these noises lately. Uh, it's hard to concentrate."



Betty: "Well, I haven't noticed anything."



Susan: "Really? Well, it sounds like it's coming from your house. You know, it's like a clanging, clanging."



From inside Betty's house, clanging starts up.



Susan: "There! There, that was it. Did you hear it?"



Betty: "Oh, yes. Matthew's very handy. He's always doing projects around the house. I guess I just don't notice the noise anymore."



Susan: "Even at two o'clock in the morning? 'Cause that's kind of hard to miss."



Betty: "I'm so sorry. Matthew is something of an insomniac, Susan. But I will talk to him, and we'll put a stop to it."



Matthew walks up to them from the sidewalk, holding a bag. As he passes the ladies, he greets Susan.



Matthew: "Afternoon, Mrs. Mayer."



Susan: "Hi, Matthew."



Betty: "Well, it was nice chatting with you, Susan."



Betty goes into the house.



Restaurant



Bree is on her cell phone.



Bree: "This is my third phone call, Mr. Flannery. And if someone doesn't call me back soon, I'm going to be irritated."



She hangs up.



Phyllis: "Is everything all right?"



Bree: "That darn insurance company is dragging its heels on paying Rex's policy, and I don't understand why."



Phyllis: "Well, he died unexpectedly. And that brings up a lot of questions. It's probably easier when people are just diseased."



Bree: "Probably."



Lynette approaches the table. She kisses Bree on the cheek.



Lynette: "Hi. Hi."



Bree: "Hi. Oh, hi, Lynette."



Lynette: "I'm sorry. Am I interrupting?"



Bree: "No, no, not at all."



Lynette: "I saw you walk in, and I've been meaning to call since the service, but work's been so crazy so...how are you doing?"



Bree: "Um, I'm all right."



Phyllis sniffs loudly. They both stare at her, but ignore her.



Lynette: "Well, you look amazing."



Bree: "Do I?"



Lynette: "Absolutely. Well, I can't imagine what you're going through."



Phyllis begins to sobs loudly. Lynette and Bree both stare at Phyllis.



Bree: "Phyllis? You're going to have to stop that."



Phyllis: "I can't help it. When people talk about Rex, I, I, I just get emotional."



Lynette: "Well, I'm very sorry for your loss, too, Phyllis."



Phyllis: "He was my firstborn. I don't know what I will do without him."



Lynette: "Oh, I'm so sorry. [to Bree] Is she gonna be okay?"



Bree: "Um, yeah. Sure. Hold on a second."



Phyllis continues to sob loudly. Bree gets up, walks over to Phyllis, lifts Phyllis' chin toward her, then slaps Phyllis' cheek. She walks back to her chair and calmly sits down. Phyllis stops crying and stares at Bree in shock.



Bree: "There we go. Feel better? Lynette, you were saying?"



Lynette: "I forgot."



Bree: "That's all right. It was really sweet of you to stop by."



Lynette: "Okay."



Lynette walks away.



Bree: "So, uh, are we ready to order, or do you need a little more time?"



Phyllis is speechless.



Hospital



Mr. Flannery: "I've been in the insurance industry for fifteen years. I've never received a phone call like this."



Dr. Craig: "I'm having second thoughts about Rex's death. I've known Rex and Bree for nearly twenty years. And I've never had any reason to suspect they were anything but a happy, loving couple, which is why this seems so strange."



He hands a note to Mr. Flannery, who opens it, revealing the note that Rex wrote before his death, reading "Bree, I understand and I forgive you."



Dr. Craig: "I found it in Rex's room after he coded."



Mr. Flannery: "I forgive you?"



Bree's Front Yard



Bree is planting flowers. George drives up and walks up to Bree.



Bree: "George. What are you doing here?"



George: "I'm here to kidnap you."



Bree: "What?"



George: "Get your purse. I'm gonna take you bowling."



Bree: "I, I, I don't know how to bowl."



George: "Or to the movies or for a frozen yogurt. Whatever you want."



Bree: "Um, thank you, but I just couldn't."



George: "Ah, Bree, I'm sure you haven't gone anywhere in weeks. You gotta get out and do things. It'll help. Trust me."



Bree: "I do. I'm just, I'm just not ready yet. But it was very sweet of you to think of me."



George: "Well, you know, I tried."



Bree: "And I appreciate that."



George hugs Bree.



George: "It's all right. Let it out."



Bree begins to cry. George smiles.



From the house, the upstairs curtain moves slightly. Phyllis watches as Bree cries on George's shoulder.



Jail Visiting Room



Gabrielle sits across from Carlos. Carlos' face is bruised.



Carlos: "You want me to die in here, don't you?"



Gabrielle: "Carlos, what happened?"



Carlos: "What do you mean, what happened? You talked Rita out of taking the money."



Gabrielle: "Is that what Richie said?"



Carlos: "Yeah, the subject came up in between kidney punches."



Gabrielle: "Well, it's not my fault. She didn't want the money."



Carlos: "Why wouldn't she want seven thousand dollars?"



Gabrielle: "Because it's for a boob job."



Carlos: "So?"



Gabrielle: "So, her boobs are fine. And, honestly, what he's doing to her self-esteem is just cruel. I feel sorry for her."



Carlos: "Please. You don't care about her self-esteem any more than I do. You just didn't want to give up all that money."



Gabrielle: "Well, I do think it's silly to give someone seven thousand dollars if they don't want it."



Carlos: "Listen to me, you're gonna go back there, you're gonna put that money in Rita's hands, and you're gonna convince her that life is not worth living unless she has jugs the size of Texas. Do I make myself clear?"



Gabrielle: "I just realized Rita and I have a lot in common."



Carlos: "Please don't tell me you have low self-esteem, 'cause if I laugh now, I'm gonna crack the one good rib that I have left."



Gabrielle: "We are both controlled by our husbands, which is idiotic because they're both behind bars. We should have all the power."



Carlos: "I am not trying to control you. I just don't wanna end up in the morgue!"



Gabrielle: "This isn't about that."



Carlos: "Gabrielle, the morphine's wearing off. I really don't have time for these games."



Gabrielle: "Me either, Carlos. And if you expect me to go back and sweet talk her into getting the operation, I can't show up empty-handed."



Carlos: "Fine, bring me the checkbook. I'll make out a check for some cash."



Gabrielle: "See I was thinking I'd be writing the checks."



Carlos: "Gabrielle?;



Gabrielle: "Careful, Carlos, you're not in a position to argue."



Wisteria Lane -- Daytime



Susan comes out of her house with her purse. She walks to her car and sees Edie on roller skates approaching.



Edie: "Whoo-hoo! Susan!"



Susan: "Hey, Edie."



Edie: "So, uh, whee! How much do you hate me?"



Susan: "What?"



Edie: "Oh, Karl said that you know all about our dirty little secret."



Susan: "Yes, yes, I do."



Edie: "Well, I feel awful. I should have told you that I was doing your ex. Well, it would've been the classy thing to do."



Susan: "Well, etiquette is a lost art for a lot of people."



Edie: "Oh, you've gotta believe me, I never, ever thought anything would happen with us. But on our first date, Karl took me to a Mexican restaurant. You know what I get like when I drink tequila. A couple of shooters and my bra unhooks itself."



Susan: "Circumstances beyond your control. I get it. So if you'll excuse me."



Edie: "Hey. Hey, hey. I am offering you an opportunity here. I mean, go ahead, vent. Let me have it. Come on, tell me what a bitch I am. Yeah, for snacking on your leftovers. I deserve it. Come on, bring it on."



Susan: "Honestly, Edie, I don't mind. You can skate off into the sunset with Karl. Be my guest."



Edie: "Well, that's good to know. You know, I probably shouldn't tell you this, but, while we were in my Jacuzzi last night, Karl said it was the best sex he's ever had, bar none."



Susan: "Actually, I'm glad that you shared that, because here's a tidbit for you. Karl said he's still in love with me."



Susan drives away. Edie laughs lightly. In her car, Susan sighs and smiles. She drives up the street to the crossing guard holding the "Stop" sign. As the children cross in front of her, she smiles. She looks in her side view mirror and sees Edie skating up to her car. Edie skates up to the driver's window.



Susan: "Edie, what are you doing?"



Edie: "You are a lying liar."



Susan: "We're in the middle of the street. Would you get out of here?"



Edie: "Karl never said that!"



Susan: "Okay, Karl asked me to get back together the day after Julie's birthday. I said no, which I'm guessing is the reason for the now legendary tequila bra-popping incident. Please let go."



Edie: "Oh, no. We're not finished here."



Susan: "Well, yes, we are. I'm gonna go."



Susan begins driving forward slowly. Edie hangs on the side of her car.



Edie: "You don't have the guts."



Susan: "In five seconds, I'm gonna punch it."



Edie (holds up a set of keys): "Yeah? I'll key your car!"



Susan: "Not if you're sucking my exhaust, you won't."



Edie: "Take back what you said!"



Susan: "No, I won't!"



Edie: "Admit it, you'd do anything to destroy my happiness!"



Susan: "Edie, for god's sake. Why would I care if you end up with a man I despise?"



Edie: "'Cause you and Mike are finished. Yeah, word's out. And now that you can't be happy, you don't want anyone else to be, period."



Edie begins to skate away.



Susan: "Edie, come back here! We're not finished yet!"



Susan backs her car up quickly, trying to catch Edie, when she hears a "thud" and Edie falls.



Susan's House



Susan opens her door. Karl is there.



Susan: "It was an accident, Karl. Edie knows it was an accident, right?"



Karl: "She knows you could've killed her. As it is, she's got a shattered tibia."



Susan: "Oh, my god. I'm so sorry. I sent roses. Did she get the roses?"



Karl: "Yep. She cut herself on the thorns."



Susan: "Oh, my god."



Karl: "Why'd you tell Edie about our little conversation?"



Susan: "Well, she was gloating about sleeping with you, and I just wanted to shut her up."



Karl: "Oh. So you were jealous?"



Susan: "No! No! It's just, we were married. And, and she's trying to make this tawdry little affair you guys have going on par with that and it's just, I got mad."



Karl: "Susan, you remember the, the morning you saw me with Edie's paper? Well, the night before, I had asked her if she'd like to live together. And she said yes. Susan?"



Susan: "Just give me a moment. I'm asking God to kill me."



Karl: "Oh, look, she, she, she's fun. She goes with the flow. You know, at this time in my life, I need that."



Susan: "Are you in love with her?"



Karl: "Would you care if I were?"



Susan: "I want you to be happy. I even sort of want Edie to be happy."



Karl: "But what?"



Susan: "I wanna be happy first! Mike and I were supposed to move in together, you know? This was supposed to be my time."



Karl: "I heard you and the plumber were having problems. Is it over?"



Susan: "I don't know. It's really complicated. So you never answered my question. Are you in love with her?"



Karl: "I don't know. But I can promise you this much: I have never loved another woman the way I loved you."



Susan: "You walked out on me."



Karl: "Yeah, but look how far I got. I'm just up the street."



Karl laughs and kisses Susan on the forehead.



Outside Lynette's House -- Nighttime



Parker runs out of the house towards Lynette's car as she pulls into the driveway.



Parker: "Mommy, Mommy, thank god, you're home!"



Lynette: "Hey, sweet pea. Why? What's wrong?"



Parker: "Daddy found a rat."



Lynette: "Oh, did he now?"



Lynette's House



Lynette: "Honey?"



Lynette enters the house to see it is spotless. Tom comes downstairs carrying a bucket and wearing rubber cleaning gloves.



Lynette: "I'm home."



Tom: "Hey, babe."



Lynette: "Hey."



Tom: "Hi, how was your day?"



Lynette: "It was good, but, more importantly, how was yours?"



Tom: "Parker told you about the rat, huh?"



Lynette: "Yep."



Tom: "Oh, my god, it was so disgusting. I came down the steps, and there it was, sitting on the counter eating a leftover grilled cheese sandwich."



Lynette: "The sandwiches from yesterday?"



Tom: "Okay, yes, the house has been too messy. Obviously, my system has some kinks in it. But check it out. I got my act together."



Lynette: "Wow. So, um, I, I take it you took the rat outside?"



Tom: "Oh, no, I smashed it with a shovel."



Lynette: "You killed it?"



Tom: "Not with the first blow. Whew. Disgusting."



Outside Lynette's House -- Nighttime



Lynette comes outside with a bag of trash. She lifts the trash can lid and talks into the can.



Lynette: "Hey. Little guy. I just wanted to say I'm really sorry about what happened with the shovel. Neither one of us saw that coming. I know it's not much consolation, but you really helped my marriage. That's a lot for a little rat to accomplish in one lifetime. Well, it's getting late, so, hats off to ya!"



Lynette puts the trash bag in the can and puts the lid on.



Doctor's Office



Betty Applewhite is sitting across from the doctor.



Psychiatrist: "So you'd say the abuse started a few years into your marriage?"



Betty: "It, it started so slowly, I didn't realize what was happening. I mean, he'd slap me over some little problem. But he'd always apologize. Then it got worse. And one day, eight years ago, my son spilled soda on our new carpet. Before I could move to protect him, Virgil had knocked him on the ground and began kicking him. I wanted to protect my baby, but I didn't get there in time."



Psychiatrist: "What happened to your son?"



Betty: "He died. I came across one of his baby pictures last weekend. That's when the nightmares started again. The last doctor I saw said that I needed to let go of my guilt, and then I would start sleeping again. Of course, that's easier said than done. And I am getting so tired."



Psychiatrist: "I'm gonna start you on Nitrazepam. That should do the trick."



Betty: "Thank you."



Psychiatrist: "I certainly hope your husband was punished for what he did."



Betty: "Oh, there was retribution. I made sure of that."



Bree's House



Phyllis is cleaning. Bree comes in. She picks up files from the desk.



Phyllis: "Where you off to?"



Bree: "I'm, uh, I'm going to see Rex's lawyer. We're going to go over some details involving Rex's will. Phyllis, obviously, I'm just mortified over slapping you. I, I've just been in a weird place since Rex's death, but, that's no excuse. I'm very, very sorry."



Phyllis: "No need to apologize. You're family. All's forgiven."



Bree: "Really?"



Phyllis: "It's been a difficult time for all of us. I totally understand. Now, go. You don't want to be late for your meeting about Rex's will."



Bree leaves. Phyllis looks at Bree's list of people she needs to call. Her finger stops at the insurance company. She picks up the phone and dials Mr. Flannery's number.



Insurance Office



Mr. Flannery picks up the phone when it rings.



Mr. Flannery: "Claims. This is Joe Flannery."



Phyllis: "Hello, um, could I speak to someone about the death benefits for Rex Van de Kamp, please? This is his mother."



Mr. Flannery: "Yes, uh, we've already spoken to his wife several times. We are moving as quickly as we can."



Phyllis: "Are you aware that my daughter-in-law has a boyfriend?"



Mr. Flannery: "I'm listening."



Betty's House



"Control."



In the kitchen, pills are lying on a cutting board. Betty cuts up a pill into powder and puts it into a bowl of soup.



"It's extraordinary the tactics people employ to obtain it."



Betty mixes the soup and picks up the tray. Matthew, holding a gun, opens the basement door.



"Some rely on deception."



Lynette's House



Lynette watches as Tom wipes up the kitchen table.



"While others engage in outright trickery."



Gabrielle's House



Gabrielle is writing out checks, smiling.



"Then there are those who resort to extortion."



Bree's House -- Nighttime



George and Bree talking in the front yard. Bree is laughing



"Why do we fight so hard for control?"



Sitting in a parked car down the street is Mr. Flannery watching Bree and George. Mr. Flannery takes some pictures of Bree putting her hand on George's arm.



"Because we know to lose it is to put our fate in the hands of others. And what could be more dangerous?"



~ The End ~

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