Why Women Kill

Previously on Why Women Kill

I've been accepted into the Garden Club.

You shouldn't be here.

I was invited. I-I'm the new member.

No, we-we voted.

Dear.

I am so terribly sorry for the mix-up.

Rita deliberately humiliated me today.

Is that Rita?

- Do you know her? - What Rita did...

It's not 'cause she hates you.

It's 'cause she hates me.

Good morning, it's Dr. Rice.

Are you aware you're pregnant?

I'm his girl.

- Is that so? - Yeah.

You murdered 26 people?!

You've got to stop this madness. Promise me.

I think this is what Alma was

- talking to me about. - Listen to her.

Why are you so anxious to spend time with an old lady like me?

You're a dame who doesn't know how beautiful she is.

Papa, you must be getting your strength back.

I think he's pointing at something.

He couldn't possibly.

Is there something on the board?

You can trust me with your secrets.

You and Scooter.

No one will hear a word about it from me.

Threaten me again, and this will be your family.

From the moment Alma Fillcot

decided to join the Elysian Park Garden Club,

she began to change.

But her husband was completely oblivious

to her stylish transformation.

He had no idea she'd begun to polish her nails.

He had not noticed how elegantly she was wearing her hair.

And he paid no attention to her new shade of lipstick.

It was unfortunate.

If Bertram had noticed these changes in Alma

he might have been prepared for what happened next.

Shall I take you straight to the clinic?

Yes, yes. I have an early appointment.

Very well.

Since we have a moment,

there is something that I would like to discuss.

Well, what's that?

Your little hobby.

That's funny.

'Cause I've been doing some thinking about that myself.

You know, I regret some of the words

that I've hurled at you in the last few weeks.

Sick, psychopathic, demented.

You were only trying to alleviate the suffering

of some people who were already dying.

I see now that you're a hero.

I'm con... I'm confused.

I couldn't comprehend it before

because I didn't know any of those people.

But now I understand,

because I'm aware of someone

who is desperately in need of the kind of help

that only you can supply.

Wh... What are you saying?

There's someone that you want me to...

Yes.

And you'd be doing God's work, my love.

My hero.

Who exactly are we talking about?

You know Rita Castillo?

She came to our house with the Garden Club?

Yes. Yes, I treat her cat.

Is she ill?

No.

No, but, um... she has a husband.

His name is Carlo and

he's in so much pain.

Yes, Alma Fillcot had truly changed.

But by the time her husband could see it

it was too late.

At the exact same moment

Alma Fillcot was asking her husband to kill Carlo Castillo,

his wife was doing some diabolical plotting of her own.

Phone for you, Mrs. Castillo.

- Hello? - Hey, gorgeous.

- It's me. - It's about time you called.

How'd your date go with you know who?

- Swell, if I do say so myself. - Good.

Because I need you to screw her... tonight.

Tonight?

Carlo is starting to communicate.

He even tried to warn Catherine about you.

I need that compromising photo as soon as possible.

She's a church-going spinster.

She's not going put out on the second date.

Well, then get her drunk. Tell her you love her.

I don't care how you do it, just...

Just, just make it happen.

Goodbye.

You ended that call awfully fast.

Who was it?

Your secret lover?

For a woman who dresses like a nun,

you certainly have a filthy mind.

Hello?

It's for you.

- Hello? - Hey, Catherine. It's me.

You got any plans tonight?

I thought maybe we could grab some dinner.

It would be lovely to see you, but I'm busy tonight.

What about tomorrow night?

You can't say no to that.

It's, my birthday?

Well...

I-I don't want you to be alone on your birthday.

So, shall we say 6:00?

It's a date.

Are you serious?

You really want me to kill Carlo Castillo?

I-I want you to help him.

Isn't that the term you prefer?

Yes, and every time I've used it, you've corrected me.

So, what's changed?

Well, I saw him for myself.

He can't move or... feed himself or bathe.

When did you see him?

Last night, at Rita's.

Sounds like you two have grown close.

Yes.

She's become a good chum.

Did she get you into the Garden Club?

Rita tried.

The other ladies voted for Ada Coy.

Alma.

- I'm so sorry. - It's fine.

I only wanted to get in

so that I could make some new friends, and now I have.

Rita's really gone out of her way to be kind to me,

even while dealing with a crippled husband.

Did she come to you about this?

Why would she?

It's not as if I go around advertising your services.

So... you'll help him?

Alma.

While I was away on my trip,

I had a bit of an epiphany.

An epiphany?

I realized I'd only been ending

the suffering of others to ease my own pain.

My actions were more selfish than merciful.

So I vowed to never do it again.

And you won't.

After you help Carlo,

you'll put away your trusty syringes forever.

I'm sorry, Alma. The answer is no.

I should go.

Bertram!

We're not done discussing this.

Alma, my mind is made up.

There's nothing you can do to change it.

Hey, Dee.

Hey. Thanks for meeting me.

Come here.

I-Is something wrong?

Is everything all right?

You sounded so strange on the phone.

Yeah.

I've gotten myself into a situation.

Okay, well, we-we can go somewhere and we can

- talk about it, right? - I can't.

And I'm really sorry to spring this on you.

I, I like you so much.

More than you know, but

we can't see each other anymore.

Why not?

I can't say.

Did I do something?

God, no.

This has nothing to do with you. I promise.

Well, whatever it is, we-we can talk about it.

Like we always do.

You're such a good guy, Vern.

And I think you deserve all the happiness in the world.

Wait, Dee.

Dee!

Hello there.

Hey, Grace.

What a surprise.

What is going on?

I

Just thought my garden could use a little spiffing up.

Yeah, well, I understand.

New projects help us take our minds off our troubles.

Well, that's not the only new project I'm working on.

Believe you me. Tea?

I still don't know why Rita treated you so badly.

I asked all the ladies in the club

if they knew something I didn't.

Any theories?

No.