Grosse Pointe Garden Society

- Previously on "Grosse Pointe Garden Society"...

Alice.

She's just a friend.

- Nobody looks at their friend like that.

Just tell me how you feel.

What's our goal here?

Dig up dirt on Brett.

- What'd he do? - Your wife.

Someone stole the quilt,

but I will get that thing back.

How did we get here, Birdie?

We were so freaked out.

Everything just got out of control so fast.

We got to get gas.

- With a dead person in the trunk?

- I've never heard of anyone getting killed

the way that you just described.

Show me.

Maybe I will take that light.

Every garden needs to be

left fallow for a season.

You let the soil rest

so it can come back stronger in the spring.

- It's the only way for the garden

to transition from death to new life.

Keith!

Oh, my God.

Check his pulse.

Uh, help me put pressure on the wounds.

Ugh!

Oh, there's so much blood.

Keith!

Keith, wake up!

I can't find a pulse.

Keith! Come on, move.

- There's no pulse. - Oh, my God!

Just keep-- keep putting pressure!

I am, I am!

- Keith, come on. Move something, just anything!

- Guys. - Oh, my God!

Oh, God. Oh, please, please...

- Guys. - Please, please, please.

Oh, please. Oh, God, please. Oh, no.

Why don't you do CPR?

It's too late.

Or what about those, um--

the--the paddle thingies?

- That doesn't put the blood back in people.

- No, no, no. - He's gone.

- No! - Oh, God.

Call 911.

- OK. - Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Let's think about this.

Think about what?

What we're gonna say.

What?

"Send an ambulance."

I mean about what happened.

It was an accident!

- Yeah, well, it doesn't look like one.

But it was.

- Our prints are all over his body.

- Because we are trying to save him.

Or we pushed him.

What? That didn't happen!

Tell that to a jury.

We're on trial now?

- We will be if we don't think this through.

- But it's the right thing to do.

OK, then what?

With the quilt and the wood chipper?

I mean, at best, it's manslaughter.

- Like, we literally slaughtered a man.

On accident!

- That still puts us behind bars!

- Yeah, you want to never see your kids again?

Oh.

- Alice. - Fine.

Yeah, I'll call.

No.

Alice, wait.

Alice. Alice.

Wait, wait.

What did you tell Patty?

Huh?

To get her down here.

What did you text her?

First, I said,

"Get your ass down to Mack Avenue Garden Center."

OK, that's not so bad.

- I mean, it's a little aggro, but--

And then I might have said,

"I'm gonna take away what you love the most."

- -

Oh, no.

Jesus!

I meant the quilt.

- But it sounds like her husband.

There goes manslaughter.

Now what do we do?

- She hasn't read it yet.

- She will when the cops wake her up

to say her husband's dead.

We can't call anyone else.

We can't. We can't.

But he's my father-in-law!

I have to.

- Either way, we're going to his funeral.

Oh!

You want to go to jail too?

Ugh.

- I don't think I want to garden anymore.

Why me?

- If we get pulled over, you're the drunk friend

who needs a ride home.

- Are you sure we shouldn't just try the lake?

- No, better to hide in plain sight.

Please.

Garden makes the most sense.

- Yeah, we decide what gets planted.

And how deep.

Oh, it's Addie.

Don't answer it.

What if it's an emergency?

Sweetie, it's too late for iPad.

- Daddy didn't close my closet.

Addison.

The monster's gonna get me.

- Monsters don't hide in the closet.

Where are they?

Nowhere I'll ever let you be.

When are you coming home?

Soon, baby.

Come home now.

Only if you go to sleep.

- OK, Mommy. Love you.

I love you so much.

OK.

No more FaceTimes.

Purses, phones-- put them in here.

Showtime, drunk friend.

- I know this might sound weird,

but...

try to take care of him.

We will.

- Hey, it's Lexi. Leave a message.

Hey, baby.

It's me.

I know you said you needed some space,

but I meant to congratulate you on all your new followers.

People are really eating up all your bartending content.

Also, couldn't help but notice you got

a lot of men following you.

But hey, you're a fierce woman.

If any of those creeps slide into your DMs,

I know you'll be smart about it.

Anyway, it's looking like a slow night.

So if you get bored or anything, hit me up.

Whatever.

Bye.

Hey, man.

Help us out?

What do you need?

Beer.

- Yeah, my buddy and I forgot our IDs at home.

I don't know, I could get arrested.

Come on.

We'll give you some.

I don't drink.

OK.

What about weed?

Do I look like I do drugs?

Uh--

- Well, you don't look like you'd turn them down.

That's funny.

Just get the hell out of here, all right?

Y'all are spoiled pricks.

Go.

- -

- Let's go, dude. - All right, dude.