Mom

Come on out of there, Ginny.

It's not gonna work.

Not this time, not ever again.

Just like her.

Just like your mom.

You got a light?

Jesus, god, it's cold!

You waiting for the bus to Los Angeles?

That's where I'm headed.

Good place to disappear into.

So I'm told.

Hey, how about a little Christmas spirit, huh?

Nothing like something warm on the inside

when it's cold outside.

Look, I'm just offering you a drink, that's all.

It's Christmas Eve, for god's sake.

Come on over and sit down.

I don't bite without an invitation.

I won't scream.

No one can hear you.

Oh, Winston, look at you,

so sharp in your Christmas vest.

Good boy.

We're having company for dinner.

Oh, my goodness.

Police originally considered her death

the result of an animal attack,

but upon further investigation, now suspect homicide.

The grisly details of Virginia Monroe's death

bear a strong similarity to two other deaths,

one in Florida, the second in Texas.

16-year-old Margaret barrington's body

was discovered October 23rd by two cub scouts

on the outskirts of the norther town of matador.

She had been missing for several days.

Nancy Davidson, a 30-year-old stripper,

was killed November 15th in plains, west of flota in Texas.

The wounds suffered in each case were identical in nature,

and all three women were pregnant.

Police are unable to discern a motive and have no suspect.

Hello? - Hello, mama?

Oh, Carla!

I was just watching your brother on TV.

I can barely hear you.

You sound like you're still in New York.

I don't understand!

I know, but I...

I suppose so.

What?

Oh, yes, it arrived yesterday.

Right now?

Oh, all right.

Hang on a minute.

Despite the western progression of these atrocities,

local police downplay the notion

that la would be the next target.

I spoke earlier with lieutenant Calvin Hendrix.

There has been no incident in a large metropolitan area

in reference to indicate that this pattern will change.

So angelinos shouldn't feel threatened

that this grisly death occurred so close to home.

Oh, Carla, they're beautiful.

Just what I needed.

Thank you, sweetheart.

Oh, already?

Well, let's just say we have enough to concern ourselves

without having to take this one on, too.

Oh, be nice. - I'm Clay dwyer reporting.

Merry Christmas to you, dear.

Thank you, Clay.

Bye-bye. - On the brighter side,

Sonia beardsley celebrates her 101st birthday today.

The key to her longevity?

She says, "you are what you eat."

You know, I'm enough of a scrooge

that if you spent too much, I'll take this back.

Oh, hush.

I didn't spend too much, and you're not taking it back.

Oh, Emily!

Grandma's earrings.

I suppose I should have given them to Carla,

but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

Wow!

I don't believe you.

Thanks, mom.

You're not taking that back, buster.

Okay, Alice, it's time for the grand finale.

Okay.

Well, what does that mean?

- We saved the best for last. - Oh, come on, you two!

You've already done more than you should have.

To tell you the truth, it was kind of for us, too.

Well?

Well, what?

Where is it?

I can't believe you can't see it!

Well, give her a couple of months,

and it will be all too obvious.

You're kidding!

You're gonna be a grandmother!

Oh!

I was sure I wouldn't live to see the day.

Well, we had to do something

so you wouldn't rent my room out.

Now, you can turn it into a nursery.

Now, don't start, Clay.

I'm not going to change my mind.

I can use the money as well as the company.

Well, it was worth a shot.

Sorry, junior, no room at mom's.

So.

When are you gonna get married?

Yes?

Hello.

My name is nestor duvalier.

A friend of mine told me about the sign in the window

for the room to rent.

I hope it's still available.

Oh, yes, it most certainly is available.

I'm Emily dwyer.

On!

Would you like to see the room?

Oh, I'm sorry. - It's all right, Emily.

I'm sure it will be fine.

I'm looking for a little place, quiet,

out of the way, that I can call home.

Well,

welcome home, nestor.

Please, come in.

Be careful, dear.

Something's burning.

Oh, nestor, come and sit down.

I have a surprise for you. Emily, something's burning.

Oh, my rolls!

A little brown along the edges, but they'll be fine.

What's going on?

Well, I whipped up a little

get acquainted dinner for us.

I told you I eat out.

Oh, but it's pouring outside.

I always eat out.

I have a little bit of all sorts of things.

I'm sure you'll find something to your liking.

There's vegetable and pasta if you don't eat meat.

That's not it.

Then you'll love the house special:

Pot roast a la dwyer. Emily, please, don't.

Arecipe handed down for generations.

No one can resist.

Here, taste. - Emily.

Oh, one bite won't kill you.

No!

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...

You shouldn't have done that.

Clay dwyer? - Yeah?

Yeah, I'm calling about your mother.

What, who is this?

This is Mr. Hernandez over at mcintyre meat company.

Your mother always buys her meat here,

pork chops, every Thursday.

I remember.

How are you, Mr. Hernandez?

Twenty years she hasn't missed a Thursday,

and if she did, she always calls, until this week.

- Have you tried calling her? - Oh, there's no answer.

Is everything all right?

Oh, yeah, I'm sure everything is fine, Mr. Hernandez.

I'll have her call you after I talk to her.

Uh, thanks for your concern.

Something wrong, honey?

Uh, I'm sure it's nothing.

It's nice.

Thanks.

I'll try Mrs. orndorff. - Excuse me?

Oh, mom's next door neighbor.

I want to stop by anyway.

You want to go? - Sure.

Right, let's go. - Okay.

Hello?

Hi, John!

Um, no, no, actually, he's not.

All right.

I'll give him the message.

Okay, all right.

Bye-bye.

What did he want? - He wants you to work.

Seems your desert killer has decided to pay a visit to la.

Oh, great!

- Is someone there? - I'm with the power company.

Just here to read your meter.

What a stroke of luck!

It seems my power has gone out,

and I'm a little hesitant to try and check the fuses myself.

Let me give you a hand.

I'd really appreciate it.

What do you want?

My mother?

Where is she?

Oh, you must be Clay.

I'm nestor.