Why Women Kill

Previously on Why Women Kill...

You know, a spot's opened up in the Garden Club.

It's considered the finest in Los Angeles.

We're having a gathering at my house on Saturday.

You're inviting me to a party?

Honey. They don't let frumps

into the Elysian Park Garden Club.

No. The needle.

My Aunt Enid

had one just like it.

She died four years ago.

The man I need you to follow is my lover.

So you're the cheater?

My lover's name is Scooter Polarsky.

You're late.

Sorry, Scooter.

- Rita? - Carlo?

- It seems I'm dying. - I know.

When a dog or cat is ready to die, we help them.

We should show human beings the same kindness.

Alma?

I'm off to work. You awake?

In fact, Alma Fillcot had not slept a wink all night long.

The mysterious box in her attic kept taunting her, whispering,

"Your husband has a secret."

But she refused to believe it.

She knew Bertram Fillcot was the kindest man she'd ever met.

She had learned this years ago.

The night Tom Madison broke her heart.

What are you doing?

I found a baby bird on the ground.

I'm putting it back in its nest.

Aren't you worried about your tux?

No.

Just worried about the bird.

There you go, little buddy.

Be more careful in the future.

Be right down.

That was very kind of you.

I didn't do so much.

You were right.

My tux is a goner.

Guess I'll have to call it a night.

You're not going back to the dance?

I don't know many girls that would dance with me

looking like this.

Good night.

I'd dance with you.

The rip doesn't matter to me.

Not in the slightest.

My name is Alma, by the way.

Alma Wilkins.

Yes, I know.

You do?

I've seen you around school.

I always thought you were nice.

I was right.

So, what's your name?

I'm Bertram Fillcot.

So, Miss Wilkins

would you do me the honor?

Even after all these years,

Alma Fillcot still loved her husband.

But she now suspected he was keeping something from her.

So she decided to learn everything she could

about the secrets he was hiding inside that mysterious box.

And, like Pandora before her, she was completely unprepared

for the evil that was about to burst forth.

As Alma studied the various items

she'd found in her husband's box

there was one in particular that caught her eye.

And worried her.

Greatly.

Good. You're finally up.

Been dying to find out what happened yesterday.

What do you mean?

The party.

Did it go well?

Are the Garden Club ladies going to invite you to join?

That. Um, you know, I-I don't, I don't think so.

I don't think I made a very good impression.

Mom. I'm sorry.

Are you devastated?

Um...

Probably.

I haven't had time to decide.

Excuse me.

This looks like a cleaning woman.

You said take a photo of every dame

who went into his apartment.

That's the only one who waltzed in.

Galumphed in is more like it.

If Scooter is having an affair,

it is not with that fat old thing.

If you say so.

You want me to keep tailing him?

One more week, to be sure.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get to the hospital

to check on my husband's condition.

- Yeah, I heard he had a stroke. - It's devastating.

Carlo can still see and hear, but he can't speak or move.

The doctors say it's like he's trapped in his own body.

That's rough.

Yes, well, if he has to be stuck in anyone's body,

I'm glad it's his for a change and not mine.

I'm starting to think you don't care

if your husband lives or dies.

I don't mean to sound callous.

It's just

I look so good in black.

Nurse?

When you're done in there,

could you tell Carlo's doctor I want to speak to him?

And I'd kill for a cup of coffee,

if there's a fresh pot somewhere.

I am not your maid, Rita.

And the nurses are here to heal my father,

not to pamper his concubine.

Catherine

what a nice surprise.

Why didn't you tell me my father was ill?

If his lawyer hadn't called, I would still be in Texas.

Sorry, but I've been busy.

I'm sure spending my father's money

takes up a lot of your day.

Don't worry, Papa.

Your dumpling is here to take care of you.

Dumpling?

Do you not know how he feels about you?

You're an only child and still not his favorite.

I was owed a phone call.

The family trust clearly states

that I'm in charge of every decision

involving my father's health.

How did that happen?

You may have nicer legs, but.

I have better lawyers.

And they say I have the power to take him back home.

Did you hear that, Papa?

I'll be taking care of you from now on.

So you're taking him back to Texas?

Yes.

And now I have to go and speak with the doctors, and, no

you may not join us.

She's taking you out of my life, Carlo.

Whatever shall I do?

Besides cartwheels, I mean.

Hey.

Morning, Mr. Polarsky.

The usual?

You know it, doll.

You again.

So, what'll it be?

Cup of joe followed by six refills?

And some toast.

I'm feeling adventurous.

Craziest thing.

I, I thought I saw you last night,

over in Chinatown.

Yeah.

That was me.

Did, you see me?

Maid's getup?

Old lady wig?

Yeah, you were hard to miss.

Look, about that...

Listen. You don't owe me an explanation.

Whatever's going on between you and that guy,

it's none of my business.

Why do you think there's a guy?

Well, for starters, you were in a disguise,

and it ain't Halloween.

Okay, yeah, there's a guy.

But it's a complicated.

Is it?

Don't act like you get what's going on,

'cause you don't.

You're right.

I don't get why a smart girl like you

would let some jerk humiliate her.

He's not a jerk.

He's in a jam, is all.

But deep down he's good people.

Alma Fillcot went into town that day

to learn the truth behind her husband's mysterious collection.

She knew in her heart, there was a simple explanation.

She was wrong.

Miss Moran?

Hello?

Miss Moran, are you home?

Hello?

Um, you don't know me,

but I-I have something that belongs to you.

Miss Moran.

Miss Moran?

Are you asleep?

Miss Moran?

My God.

Hello.

How did it go?