Why Women Kill

Previously onWhy Women Kill...

-Marry me. -You'd be raising another man's baby.

With the woman I love.

You know Rita Castillo?

-Is she ill? -No, but she has a husband.

He's in so much pain.

You really want me to kill Carlo Castillo?

And if the police did do an autopsy,

would they find the drug that you used?

They'd have to be looking for it,

and they wouldn't be unless they suspected foul play.

I need you to screw her tonight.

Carlo is starting to communicate.

Once we have the photo, Catherine will go back home.

I won't be too late.

I'll tuck you in when I come home.

She's going to have sex tonight.

If you hadn't threatened to disinherit her,

I wouldn't have anything to blackmail her with.

We can kill him.

Gotten away with it before.

Elysian Park is not Galveston.

I won't go inside. I'll stay in the car.

Keep watch, just in case.

And I'm here to relieve you of your suffering.

I overheard his wife Rita saying things

about the money that she expected to inherit

"any day now."

It's a good thing you called.

The widow Castillo sat on her sofa that morning

thinking about her dreams and how they'd all come true.

Her brute of a husband was dead.

And she was now insanely rich.

Yes.

Rita had the feeling

she'd be happy for the rest of her life.

She was wrong.

What?

Wait. What, what are you doing?

Excuse me. Hello?

Excuse me!

Where are they going?

Ma'am, we have a search warrant.

Why do you need to search my house?

I asked them to solve the mystery of Papa's death.

Mystery? He had a heart attack.

That's what we thought until we performed an autopsy.

And who asked you to do that?

I did.

It was my last gift to Papa.

That's what you call a gift?

An autopsy?

Well, now I know what I'm getting you for Christmas.

Isabel, get me another drink.

Mrs. Castillo, we have evidence your husband was poisoned.

Poisoned?

That's impossible.

We also know you were the only one upstairs with him.

And you stand to inherit half his estate.

She gets the other half, and she was here, too.

I was downstairs, on that sofa with a friend.

We talked all night long.

Talked. Yeah, right.

I didn't go upstairs until 6:00.

And the coroner said Papa died before 1:00.

This is ludicrous.

My husband was old and sick.

All I had to do was wait for him to die.

And I am a very patient woman.

Where the hell is my drink?

She was cheating on Papa,

but I think he found out.

I think he was planning to divorce her.

That would be motive.

I refuse to listen to another word.

Going somewhere, Mrs. Castillo?

Yes, to my lawyer.

I'm going to sue all of you for libel.

What's in the purse?

-Why? -You just seem in kind of a hurry

to get it out of the house.

You are ridiculous, you know that?

There.

Satisfied?

As she arrived at the police station,

Rita wondered how her new happiness

could have vanished so quickly.

- Hey, Rita, over here.

She had no idea the answer...

was staring her in the face.

The arrest of her archnemesis

had left Alma Fillcot in the best possible mood.

Her scheming had yielded the results she'd hoped for.

And she was as happy

as she'd ever been.

Sadly...

the same could not be said for her husband.

Have you spoken to Rita?

Why?

Well, it's been four days since we killed Carlo.

I'm just worried about her.

I keep wondering how she's feeling, if she's happier now.

Well, I've left messages, but she hasn't called me back.

Perhaps you can pop by and visit her.

See how she's doing.

You're sweet to be concerned,

but I'm sure Rita is just fine.

-Thank you. -Hmm. Morning, Dee.

Would you like some breakfast?

-Oh, I can't stay. I got a job interview. -Oh.

But I did want to know

if you two had plans for dinner tonight.

I don't think so. Why?

There's someone I want you to meet.

Oh, who?

This fella I know.

Actually, he's my fella.

I have a fella.

This, uh, this the young man who...?

No, no. It's not Scooter.

Who's Scooter?

So, this is a new boyfriend?

Was there an old boyfriend?

I met Vern last month.

He's smart and he's kind.

And I love him.

Darling.

-Does he love you back? -Oh, yes.

In fact...

he proposed.

You're engaged?

- -Oh!

-Oh, my God. -Oh!

I'm so happy.

Bertram! Oh, it's happened.

-I told you not to lose faith. -Yes.

You said what now?

Oh. I've just been so concerned about your love life.

I started praying to St. Jude to send you a man to marry.

And he finally came through!

- Oh. Oh. Oh.

Isn't he the patron saint of lost causes?

Oh, don't be insulted.

Besides, you can't argue with results.

-My goodness. -Oh. Ah.

It's about time you showed up.

May I offer my condolences on the death of your husband?

Yes. It's very sad.

When can you post bail and get me out of here?

Well, this is only a courtesy visit.

I came to tell you I can't serve as your attorney in this matter.

It would be a conflict of interest.

But you're my family lawyer.

I was your late husband's lawyer,

and you're not the only member of his family.

His daughter engaged my services a week ago.

And since your interests and hers don't quite align,

I can't represent you both.

Then who is going to bail me out?

Yes, about that, the judge denied bail.

What?

Catherine told him if you were set free,

you'd pose a danger to her.

And he believed her?

The judge was a personal friend of Mr. Castillo's.

He wishes to spare

his now orphaned daughter any further distress.

Orphaned? She's 50.

What about my distress?

I'm the fucking widow.

A circumstance you might have avoided

with a little more patience and a little less poison.

Wait!

Ah. Hello, ladies. Lovely to see you today.

Doctor, have you heard the news?

News? What news?

It was just on the radio.

Rita Castillo has been arrested.

Arrested?

Yes. They're saying she killed her husband.

Isn't it just terrible?

Please.

- Doctor? -Hmm?

Are you okay?

No, I-I don't think I am.

Hello?

Oh, thank God you picked up.

Rita, are you still in jail?

Yes, I am. Thanks to Catherine.

Now listen. I need you to do something.

Anything you need, Rita.

Get the cash in my desk.

Then go to Vern Loomis and pay for the photos

he took of Catherine last night.

The photos of Catherine having sex?

Yes.

Go through all the photos,

and pick the one where Catherine looks as indecent

as possible.

-Then what? -Show it to her.