Desperate Housewives

Previously on "Desperate Housewives"

At Mike's funeral, Susan and M.J. said good-bye.

Gaby gave her blessing.

You should quit your job.

If being a counselor is gonna make you happy,

then that's what you should do.

Lynette spoke her mind about Tom's girlfriend...

I actually don't think it's gonna last that much longer.

And the police gathered more evidence.

- Someone is accusing you of killing Mr. Sanchez. - That's just silly.

I wanna make sure we get enough to put this bitch away for good.

Renee Perry had waited many months for a proposal,

and for many months, she had been disappointed.

There had been cozy evening by the fire...

that didn't go the way she had hoped.

A romantic moment in Wisteria park...

that wasn't so romantic

after all.

And a beautiful picnic by a lake...

that turned out to be

nothing more than a picnic.

So when disappointment struck again...

Renee decided to speak up.

Dessert?

That's the big finale to a 6-course meal?

Dessert?

Were you expecting, like, a cheese course?

No!

I was expecting a ring.

You have red roses, champagne.

You are sending me every signal in the world

that I'm about to get a big proposal

and instead, I get a cookie.

Well, it's a chocolate souffle.

Whatever. I am not a young woman.

I don't know how many more fake outs my heart can take.

Okay, fine. I-I was gonna propose tonight.

I just did such a horrible job the first time,

I-I... I wanted this to be exceptional.

They call it "popping the question,"

not "dragging it out to eternity,"

so come on! Pop!

Can I at least, uh, read you the speech that I wrote?

Oh, lord. Just give me the last paragraph.

Uh...

Okay.

"For all these reasons and more,

it is with great honor, that I ask you if you"...

uh, we're ignoring that. Keep going.

"...I-if you would consider making me

the happiest man in the"...

Go away!

It's the police.

We're looking for a Mr. Ben Faulkner.

I'm Ben Faulkner. How can I help you?

You own the condominium project under construction at Chapman woods?

I used to. Bank owns it now.

You mind coming down to the station with us?

I want to ask you about a body we found on the site.

Is... he under arrest?

No, ma'am. We just want to ask you boyfriend a few questions.

Wait!

Ah.

He's not my boyfriend. He's my fiance.

Yes, Renee Perry had waited a long time for a proposal...

Okay. Now you can take him.

and she wasn't about to let it slip through her fingers.

Bree Van de Kamp started every morning

by catching up on the latest news,

but sometimes the news came from an unexpected source.

Hey, Bree. Look what happened to my hand.

Oh, my goodness!

Are you...

We're getting married.

Oh, how wonderful!

- Yeah, we're pretty happy. - "Pretty happy"?

Oh, we're ecstatic. Knickers to the wind.

Over the moon.

Congratulations. When did this happen?

Last night. Oh, and get this...

in the middle of his big, romantic proposal,

the cops come by to ask about some dead body

they found at the construction site.

So tell me more.

Well, I definitely want a big wedding. Bridesmaids, the works.

I was talking about the body. What did the police say?

Uh, not much. You know, I told them

that I didn't know anything about it, and they believed me.

Good.

Although I have to say,

I'm surprised you didn't tell me sooner.

- You know... - Oh, we're sorry. Uh, it was late,

and I wanted to tell my sister first.

Again, talking about the body.

Why would we tell you that?

And why are we talking about this and not me?

Quite right. I-I just would hate to see this tragic news

interfere with your happy day.

And I don't think it will,

but I really don't think you should worry about it.

Uh, the police don't seem like they're gonna pose a problem.

That was judge Kemp.

He just signed off on that warrant.

For Bree Van de Kamp?

That was fast.

I might've called in some favors.

The sooner I can prove she's guilty,

the sooner I can watch her pay for it.

We got another one. Um, mitzi kinsky.

"Mike was a ray of sunshine on our street.

He will be missed dearly."

Isn't that lovely? Everybody's been so generous.

Yeah. Ten jars of homemade jam.

I don't know if she was being generous

or just cleaning out her basement.

Well, either way, it's a gesture of love and support.

Makes me feel better.

There is my baby boy.

Morning, bub.

Eggs on a raft,

just the way you like 'em.

These smell gross.

Okay, um, not a problem.

Is there something else you'd like me to...

M.J.

It's okay, honey.

Um, what do you want?

Strawberry ice cream.

Uh, buddy, I don't think

that's the healthiest way to start your day.

I don't care what you think.

Well...

Maybe just this once.

I'll get you a bowl.

Or, uh, no bowl is good.

I'm gonna eat this in front of the TV.

Can you bring me some Sprinkles?

Of course, honey.

Uh, mom.

What? It's just ice cream, okay?

He lost his dad.

Okay.

Mom, where's my Sprinkles?

Coming!

Whoa. What's... going on here?

I thought I'd kick off your big resignation day

with a power breakfast.

Plus the expiration on this sausage was yesterday.

I gotta say, now that the day is finally here,

I'm starting to get a little freaked out.

Don't you worry.

I've made a decision.

I'm getting a job.

What? You don't have to do that.

No, I want to. It's time I help out.

I owe it to you.

So I wrote up a resume,

I booked a meeting at an employment agency,

and I even bought myself a girlie briefcase.

But I thought we were just gonna cut back,

live a smaller life?

Yeah, I thought about that.

Then I decided I want a slightly bigger life,

so I figure if I work,

the girls can stay in private school, we can keep both cars,

and maybe even take

one of those ski trips we talked about canceling.

Gaby, I love that you're trying to help,

but an entry-level salary is not gonna cover the cost of skis,

let alone five nights at the Ritz.

Well, maybe not now, but if I work my way up the ladder,

in a few years, I'll be pulling in the big bucks,

just like you do.

Or did.

What kind of ladder are we talking about here?

What is it that you're gonna do?

I don't know yet. That's where the employment lady comes in.

She's gonna help me figure out

how to best utilize my "skill set."

Yeah, I read that in one of your business magazines.

I'm proud of you stepping up like this.

I hope you find a job that has health care,

'cause my benefits end today.

What?

No risky meat without benefits.

Yeah, Doug and I eloped,

so this time, I want an over-the-top wedding...

horse-drawn carriages, fireworks,

poodles dyed purple.

Uh, is this weird,

me going on about how happy I am

while you're all sad and single?

Actually, I'm hoping I won't be single for long.

I've decided to try to get Tom back.

So we're done talking about me?

Yeah. Kinda.

Great.

So what are you thinking?

I figure I'll just come clean,

tell him I screwed up, and beg him to come back.