Desperate Housewives (2004–2012): Season 4, Episode 5 - Art Isn't Easy - full transcript

Desperate Housewives S04E05 Art Isn't Easy (VO+STFR&EN)

Gabrielle tried to rekindle an old affair.

Gabby, I'm getting married.

And I was married
when we got together.

That is not how I'm gonna be married.

Lynette got the support she needed
for chemotherapy.

Katherine, who liked
everything in its place,

thought that her husband
was forgetting his.

Oh, I guess you learnt nothing
from Chicago.

Bree's attempt to keep
her daughter's pregnancy a secret...

You are keeping
my grandchildren from me.



... evoked an unexpected response.

We're life partners.

And Susan tried to connect
with the newest neighbours.

I've seen a lot of cable, so I get it.

I hope we can live up to
your stereotype.

I should go.

The odd-looking boxes
were delivered

to the home of Bob Hunter
and Lee McDermott

early on a Tuesday morning.

It wasn't long before workmen had
opened them and begun assembling

the various parts and pieces.

Happily, it only took three hours

to turn the contents
into a finished work of art.

Sadly, it only took 15 minutes
for the residents of Wisteria Lane...



What the hell is it?

... to become art critics.

- I think it's a sculpture.
- I think it's crap.

Of all the gay men in the world,
we have to get the two without taste.

What are we going to do about this?

I say we keep smiling
and look for the hidden cameras.

I think we're about to get punk'd.

I don't think there's anything
we can do. It's not our lawn.

It's our neighbourhood. And we have
rules against this sort of thing.

Or at least we did
when I used to live here.

Who's running
the Homeowners' Association?

Well, it was Mary Alice,
but as you may have heard...

Yes, very tragic. So we haven't
had a president in four years?

No one would volunteer.
It's a pain-in-the-ass job.

I'll volunteer.

If we can hold an election
in the next couple of days,

I can get rid of this tinfoil atrocity
by the weekend.

Okay, before we become an ugly mob,

why doesn't one of us
go talk to the guys.

But not me. They hate me.

Bree, you talk to them.
You can relate to them.

Why would you say that?

You've got a kid who came
flying out of the closet

and a husband who's been
looking for the doorknob.

- What? You've met him.
- They're coming.

Morning, ladies.

Hi. We were just talking
about your sculpture.

That's what I love about art,
the way it provokes discussion.

Although it would have been nice
if you had discussed it with us.

What, you don't like it?

- Well, we're not saying that.
- It's just a little...

- It's an eyesore.
- Really?

You hear that, Bob?
We flew to Finland and paid $24,000

to commission an eyesore.

I don't mind it.

- Not to brag, but I went to art school.
- Community college.

And they taught us
that art is subjective.

Thank you, Susan.

Susan's need for approval aside,

this clearly is not appropriate
for the street.

Wisteria Lane has a traditional look.

Well, maybe you'd like it better
if we covered it with a gingham throw.

Ladies, I'm sorry.

We honestly thought
that people would like it.

But even if you disapprove,
we hope that you will respect our right

to decorate as we see fit.

Have a nice day, philistines.

Yes, art came to
Wisteria Lane on a Tuesday morning.

And by Tuesday afternoon...

I think it's time to reconvene
the Homeowners' Association.

All in favour?

Aye.

... war had come as well.

As word of the sculpture
spread, Bob and Lee began to wonder

if any of their neighbours
would be supportive.

But when the sculpture's true function
was unveiled the next day,

whatever support they did have

was quickly washed away.

Come on, it's 6:00 a.m. What is that?

I don't know, but make it stop.

Oh, my God.

Wow. It's a fountain, too?

We would have
mentioned that yesterday,

but your friends were a little uptight.

Yeah, they can get like that.

Do you think that you could just
turn it off for a second?

- What's up?
- I was just wondering,

do you think you could move it
to your backyard?

Why? I thought you liked it.

Remember, you said,
"Art is subjective."

Yes!

Quiet art is subjective.

But you see, Mike is working
really long hours lately

and he can't sleep with all that noise.

We're not gonna turn it off,

because we need it to drown out
all the stuff we hear

- coming from your house.
- Like what?

Let's see. You yakking
to your mom on the phone.

You grunting through
your Pilates DVDs.

You in the shower butchering
the score to Brigadoon.

I have a lovely voice.

Whoever told you that
is not your friend.

He's a little cranky.

I think someone needs
his French toast. Come on, Lee.

No, no, no. We're not done here!

As your neighbour,
I have a right to be heard.

And I say that simple human decency
dictates that you turn off

that fountain right now!

Hey, guys...
Hey, guys, I've got your snack.

- What are you playing?
- Action figures.

Want to play, Mom?
She does awesome alien voices.

Thanks, sweetheart.

Hello? Oh, yeah, hi, Dr Shiller.

Okay, that's my white blood count.

But as long as it's higher than 4.0 that
means I don't have neutropenia, right?

Well, that's great. Thanks for calling.

Yeah. You, too. Bye.

What?

You can't talk about doctors up here.

Or about being sick.

If you do, you have to go.
That's the rule.

Well, that's a good rule.

Although, it wasn't bad news,
it was actually...

Doesn't matter. We voted. It's a rule.

Got it. Sick talk done, okay?

You guys have fun.

Do-over, Parker.
That guy doesn't have freezing power.

If his guy can fly,
my guy can freeze.

Hi, it's Mrs Hodge.
May I please speak with Danielle?

Muffins.

Hands off. We're bringing these
to Danielle for her birthday.

What do you mean, "She's gone"?

And you believed her? You idiot!

I should sue
your irresponsible ass off for this!

Yeah, well, good day to you, too,
Reverend Mother!

- What happened?
- Those stupid nuns at the convent

let Danielle's grandmother kidnap her.

She claimed I'd given her permission
for a weekend visit.

Phyllis, it's me.

You can screen your calls all you
want to, but, trust me, old woman,

you are in a world of trouble!

I know where you live
and I am coming for you!

Shouldn't we be worried?

No, I think we're ready for her.

Now, show me again
how you kill the zombies.

Why can't I go? I play golf.

And I'd love to meet
your college buddies.

Edie, me and the guys have only
two rules for these weekends.

No plaid pants and no women.

Fine, be that way.

And to think I got you a gift.

Hey, golf balls.

They're monogrammed.

Wait, these are your initials.

Exactly.

While you're out there playing,
I want everyone to know

who your balls belong to.

Good work, boys, but I have to
head out in a few minutes.

So make sure you put all the stuff
back in the garage.

- Hello?
Hey, on my way.

Meet you at the hotel, okay?

I'm leaving in five minutes.

Brett. Could you come here a second?

How long has that van
been parked over there?

- Couple hours.
- Hours? Are you serious?

Oh, my God.

I think he's just waiting
for someone to come home.

Brett, when's the last time a cable guy
waited for anyone?

I see a lot of lawn mowing
in your future.

Hey, it's me again.

You're not going to believe this.
Before Victor left on his business trip,

he hired someone to tail me!

- Oh, man. Should we call this off?
- No way.

It's going to take more than a guy
with mini binoculars

and a bag of doughnuts to keep me
under lock and key.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Boys, time to get paid.

Awesome! Yeah! Come on, Eddie!

Come on! Yeah! Wait up!
- Come back here!

Are you taking
the bus home today?

As soon as we get around the corner,
we're gonna have to adjust this horn.

Gabrielle!

Hey.

Hi!

Look at you! What a surprise!

Gabby, this is my wife, Tammy.
Tammy, this is Gabrielle.

Wow. Look at you. Congratulations.

Thanks. It wasn't planned.

Okay. So, are you guys staying here?

No. We just came for some lunch.

Daddy owns this place.

That's right, you're a hotel heiress.

Yeah, but not one of the skanky ones.
How do you two know each other?

I used to be Gabrielle's gardener.

Oh. Well, as you can see, he certainly
married up from lawn boy.

- Tammy!
- What?

Forget it.
So, I heard you married the mayor.

You're married to Victor Lang?
He and Daddy go hunting together!

I tell John if he would just be nicer
to Daddy he could hang out

with people like the mayor
and make important contacts.

And I keep telling you that I don't need
to kiss your father's ass

to have a career.

Yeah, so I married the mayor.
Kooky, huh?

So. Is he here with you?

No. He's away at a conference.

So I decided to treat myself
to a spa weekend.

You should definitely get
the full body massage.

Oh, I plan to.

- Good to see you.
- You, too, Gabby.

Sorry about that.

What a complete shock.
I mean, of all people to run into.

Who were they?

Just an old friend and his idiot wife.

Come on, let's go.

Bree. How lovely to see you.

Cram it, Phyllis.

You've got a lot of nerve, stealing
Danielle from a convent we prepaid for.

She didn't steal me.

I'm a mature person,
capable of making my own decisions.

Well, good, you can decide to pack,

because we are taking you
back to the convent.

I'm turning 18 this weekend, so you
can't boss me around any more.

I'm staying with Grandma and I'm
gonna have my baby delivered here.

We have an excellent medical staff.

It's a retirement village.

All these doctors know how to deliver
is bad news.

I don't care, I'm staying.

And I'm going to
raise the baby here, too.

- What?
- Entirely her idea.

A baby is God's most precious gift.

I will not have mine raised by a cold,

emotionally unavailable woman
like you.

"Emotionally unavailable?"

Gosh, I wonder where she picked up
that little phrase.

Like I'm too dumb to think of it myself?

You're always mean to me,
just like you were to Dad.

You emasculated him. Well,
you're not going to emasculate me!

You don't even know what that means,
you petulant sock puppet!

Who cares?

I'm going to the store.

Buy a dictionary!

So that's all settled.
Would you like some iced tea?

You aren't joining the lynch mob?

You mean Katherine's Homeowners'
thing? Yeah, I think I'll sit this one out.

No, no, no. You can't do that.
You've got to pick a side.

Art or mindless conformity?

See, this is one of the upsides
of having cancer.

You get to excuse yourself
from petty neighbourhood squabbles.

You won't think they're so petty
when she comes after you.

Me? Why would she do that?

Did the Homeowners' Association
approve everything in your yard?

The fence? That swing?
The tree house?

I don't think Katherine will bother
herself over a tree house.

First they came for the fountains,
and I did not speak out

because I had no fountain.

- What?
- Then they came for the lawn gnomes,

and I did not speak out
because I had no gnome.

You're comparing Katherine to a Nazi?

Then they came for my tree house,

and there was no one left
to speak out for me.

Thank you, ladies,
I so appreciate your input.

And I think we can all agree that
the fountain has no place on our street.

Yeah, we've got to show those gays
we mean business.

Ida, again, the issue is not Bob
and Lee being gay. It's the fountain.

Well, can't it be both?

Anyway, if you elect me president,

my first act will be to eliminate

this so-called work of art.

Hear, hear!

- Yes, Lynette?
- After you get rid of this fountain,

that's it, right?

I don't follow.

I mean, you're not gonna
start checking everyone's yards

for things that don't "fit in"?

Oh, of course not.

As long as those things meet
the Association's guidelines.

And what if they don't?

Are you referring to something
in particular?

My kids' tree house.
Can you promise you'll leave it alone?

Well, it's not up to me.
That's the whole point, there are rules.

That sounds like a "no."

If I make an exception for you,
then I have to make one for everyone.

And surely you realise that
the whole neighbourhood

can't revolve
around your little tree house.

Now, since I am running unopposed,

I just need someone
to second my nomination.

Oh, thank you, Lynette.

No. Actually, I'm nominating myself.

I am now running for president,
against you.

Running for president
in your condition?

I don't think it's a good idea.

Tom, I don't want your opinion,
just your vote.

If you want to save the tree house,
why don't you let me run instead?

Because you'd never win.
Bossy women rule this street,

you know that.

I know one rules my life.

I'm sorry, I didn't catch that.

Nothing.

Look, this is not just about a tree house
or a fountain.

This is about what kind of
neighbourhood we want to live in.

Do we get to make our own choices
or do we let the taste police

make them for us?

Now I get it. This is about you
wanting to take on Katherine.

No, this is about personal freedom.

Specifically, my personal freedom
to take down that jackbooted hausfrau.

Honey, if you're looking for something
to fight, how about your cancer?

Hey, a tumour is a tumour, whether it's
in your body or living across the street.

I don't know why you buy those things.
They just end up on the floor.

Because I want to feel
pretty and feminine.

My chilli cheese fries. Just a second!

Gabrielle. It's me, John.

John? John who?

Okay.

You know that old friend
I ran into in the lobby?

It might have been John Rowland.

Maybe. I'm not sure.

Gabrielle?

But just to be safe,
you may want to hide in the closet.

What? I'm not hiding from that guy.

Really? Because his father-in-law
goes hunting with Victor.

You know, the guy who hired
someone to tail us and possibly kill us?

John. What are you doing here?

When I ran into you last fall,

you wanted to start up our affair again
and I wasn't ready.

Well, I'm ready!

Hey.

Listen, I promised Tom
I wouldn't knock myself out

campaigning for this
Homeowners' thing.

So I was hoping you could help me.

You know, ring some bells,
talk me up, that sort of thing.

I would love to, but...

But, what?

This is awkward.
I told Katherine I'd vote for her.

You're picking her over me?

It's not like I'm pro-Katherine,
I'm just anti-fountain.

Oh, don't give me that look.
I made her a promise.

Yes, but that was before your
best friend threw her scarf in the ring.

Okay, if I vote for you, do you promise
to get rid of that fountain?

See, that's awkward for me.

This is about personal freedom,
you know? I'm running as a libertarian.

Well, I'm voting as a light sleeper.

It's right outside our bedroom window.
Seriously, Lynette, it's like living next to

- Splash Mountain.
- But it's my kids' tree house.

- They really need it.
- Well, we need our sleep.

- Why don't you get earplugs?
- Why don't you get tree house plugs?

What? That doesn't even make sense.

Yeah, I'm sorry!
Tired people aren't witty!

Seriously, John,
you've got to get out of here.

No. Please. I need to be with you.

What about your wife?
You met her.

She's dumb, demanding,
totally self-centred, especially in bed.

- I mean, she's awful.
- Awfully pregnant!

I know. I'm completely trapped.
Just like you were with Mr Solis.

- I wasn't "trapped."
- What do you mean?

All you'd ever talk about was
what a selfish pig he was.

Well, I think you're paraphrasing.
Okay, seriously, you have to go.

Come on. You know it will be hot.

Just like old times.
Remember, how great our sex was?

Oh, I don't think
we need to get into that.

What about the time
we were doing it in the shower

and Mr Solis drove up?

Does not ring a bell.

Come on. And I hid in the closet.
And you looked so hot

Mr Solis pulled you down on the bed

and you had to fake an orgasm
just so he wouldn't catch on.

Yeah, good times.

Anyways, that's a negatory
on the affair...

- What?
...and I will see you later.

Come on, we're so good together!
Gabby, please!

Boy, that was a close one, huh?

You faked it with me while that wax job
was hiding in the closet?

Yes, I had an affair. Old news.
Move on.

Where's that room service?

So you're not going to apologise
for humiliating me in my own bed?

You deserved it! All you cared about
back then was work.

Hey, I was not that bad of a husband.

And somebody had to support
your Italian shoe addiction.

I shopped because
I was bored and Ionely.

- Same reason I had an affair.
- Yeah, with our teenage gardener.

I should have snapped that kid's neck
two years ago.

Oh, let it go.

John Rowland didn't do anything to you
that you're not doing to Victor.

You can't even compare the two.
It's completely different.

Is it, Mr Man in the Closet?

Yeah, you heard me.
Who's John Rowland now?

Katherine. What are you up to?

Just visiting a friend.

Liar. You're campaigning.
Cookies, nice touch.

Ditto on the scarf.

Edie, you got a moment?

I am running for president
of the Homeowners' Association,

and I want to talk to you
about that horrible fountain.

Screw the fountain.
You want my support?

Make Ida Greenberg
ditch that screen door.

That rusty old tetanus bucket.

Looks fine to me.
It's hardly ripped at all.

In fact, if you give me your support...

...I'll make Mrs Burkette
prune those roses.

It's a garden, not a jungle,
and you shouldn't have to...

...pay for a fence you don't even want.

That's not how you make
good neighbours. And I don't care if...

...the Mustafas don't
celebrate Christmas.

You're asking them to hang
a few lights, not convert.

When I'm president, I promise...

...you can keep that satellite dish.

In fact, this is practically
a First Amendment issue.

The way I see it...

...the entire neighbourhood should be
a testament to symmetry and beauty.

- So...
- Have I got your vote?

I'm not sure yet. Keep rubbing.

Bree, I know you're upset,
but you've got to eat.

I'm just so mad at myself.

I should've realised that
the maternal instinct is so strong,

that even Danielle would develop it.

What's so funny?

You know those animals
who eat their young?

Even they have more maternal instinct
than Danielle.

Then why would she want the child?

You've known her how long,
and you still haven't figured out

how that lentil she calls a brain works?

- There's no need to insult your sister.
- Let him talk.

All right. Danielle cares about
three things, Danielle, fun, and...

Wait, I was wrong, there's just two.

And a retirement village is fun?

Compared to what you're offering her,
a crappy job and community college.

You think Grandma's gonna
make her do any of that?

So Danielle's only doing this because
Phyllis is offering her a cushy life?

Yup.

If you want that baby,
you're gonna have to outbid Grandma.

What are you doing here?

Hi, John.

I wanted to talk to you.

It'll be very friendly. No hitting.

What's up?

This is gonna sound weird, but I've
been doing some thinking lately...

And well...

I've decided that it's time for me
to forgive you.

For sleeping with my wife.

You know,
I didn't just sleep with Gabby.

I fell in love with her.

I forgive you for that, too.

Why are you doing this?

Are you in some kind of
12-step programme?

Let's just say I've recently learnt
how loving someone

makes you forget the difference
between right and wrong.

Anyway, that's pretty much it.
I should go.

Hey.

Do you still talk to Gabrielle?

Occasionally. Why?

I just wanted to know if she was happy.

I think she is.

Well,

good for her.

All right, before we vote, are there
any more questions for the candidates?

Anybody besides Lee?

It's not a question.

I just want to remind everyone that a
vote for Katherine is a vote for fascism.

What is it with you gay people
and clothes?

"Fascism," Ida, not "fashion."

Though if you ever do want to
talk fashion, we're here for you.

All right, debate's over.

Let's kick this pig.
All in favour of Lynette?

Okay, and those for Katherine?

That's fourteen for Lynette
and fourteen for Katherine.

So what do we do? It's a tie.

No, it's not. Susan voted twice!

Did I? Well, that's obviously wrong.

You only get one vote, sweet cheeks.
Who's it gonna be?

Susan, we're waiting.

It's up to you, hon.

Katherine.

Okay, it's official.
Katherine is our new president.

Thank you, thank you, everyone,

and I promise to do my best
for this neighbourhood.

And Bob, Lee, Mr Mustafa,
I'll be in touch

regarding your various infractions.
Oh, and you too, Lynette.

Meeting adjourned.

I'm sorry.

You know, Phyllis, we cannot thank you
enough for accepting our apology.

Well, I think we should try to stay
on good terms, for Danielle's sake.

I'm glad you suggested that
we eat out here. I never think to do this.

Oh, darn. I forgot the napkins.

No problem. I'll go get some.

So, now that we have a moment alone,

your mother and I would like to say
how proud we are of you.

- Yeah, right.
- Seriously.

We hadn't realised you'd
matured enough to take on

the burden of motherhood
all by yourself.

Well, Grandma's going to help.

Well, she'll do what she can,
but you mustn't overtax her.

Her heart is not very strong.

She seems fine to me.

Well, knock wood. We'd hate to
see you forced to take care of a baby

and a sick, old woman.

Mahjong.
Don't see that much any more.

Danielle, you should
introduce yourself.

These people are your new friends.

And you're going to learn more
from their experience and wisdom

than you ever could have learnt
at that college in Florida.

Wait, I thought I couldn't go there.
You said it was just a party school.

Well, actually we checked into
the curriculum and it's very strong.

But, no matter, you'll be happier here.

Yes, and with a grandmother's
unconditional love,

who needs frat boys who only like you
for your convertible?

Whoa, when did I get a convertible?

Well, we were gonna surprise you
with one for your birthday,

but since you're keeping the baby,
you'll want a more practical gift.

We're thinking a diaper service.

Oh, look, they have water aerobics.

And up, and out, and up, and out...

You should sign up.

You know, maybe
I should go to college.

I mean, for the baby's sake.
How can I support it without a degree?

But you can't raise this child
in a Miami dorm room.

You'll need to leave it with someone
you can trust to take care of it properly.

Sorry. The elevator's out.

I have to catch my breath.

Grandma, we need to talk.

- What's this?
- I thought we might toast my victory.

Kind of in the middle of
something here.

Oh.

So, you haven't congratulated me yet.

I know.

Would you like to tell me
what's bothering you?

I just want you to think about

what you've been doing
for the past few days.

You've mounted a crusade against
a metal thing that shoots out water.

I'm trying to keep the neighbourhood
beautiful. I love this street.

Yeah, you keep saying that.
How happy you used to be here.

But ever since we moved back,
all I've seen is an unhappy woman

who needs to control everything.

Well, we've both learnt what happens
when you lose control.

Ah.

Chicago again.

Tell you something else
we learnt there.

When the chips are down,
it helps to have friends.

And you certainly haven't
made us any lately.

Congratulations.

- Bye, Grandma.
- Goodbye, dear.

Tell your stepfather I'll be right out.

Oh, please, Phyllis.

Even you have to agree that a girl
who'd trade her baby for a convertible

isn't ready for motherhood.

She'd have changed
once the baby came.

She's her father's daughter.

That's a nice picture of Rex.

I have a lot of pictures.

All of the women here do.

They're what we have left of the things
time has taken from us.

Youth, homes, husbands.

And for the unluckiest, children.

I thought I was getting back
a part of Rex.

But now...

I know you're Ionely, Phyllis.

But I can't give up this child
just to make you feel better.

You should go.
Your family's waiting for you.

Orson and I go to our club
almost every Saturday night,

if you're interested in baby-sitting...

You mean it?

How will you explain me
to your friends?

I'll say that you're broke
and needed the money.

Can't you just say that
you like having me around?

I need something that will fly, Phyllis.

Hi. What's going on?

We need to talk.

So here's the deal.

I think it's time for us
to do the right thing.

Oh, I don't think I like
where this is going.

We have to end this affair.

- Are you serious?
- All this sneaking around,

wearing disguises, hiding in closets,
it's just wrong.

- We're better than this.
- So what are you suggesting?

- We stay with Victor and Edie?
- No. We break up with them.

Look, it'll hurt, but at least it's honest.

And then, when enough time
has gone by and they've moved on,

we can be together.

How long are we talking about?

- I don't know. Six months.
- Six months?

Nobody takes that long
to heal any more.

It's a breakup, not a face lift.

Hey, look, I want us to be together, too,
but I also want to feel good about it.

Don't you?

Yeah, I do.

You're such a good guy, Carlos.
I really hate that about you.

I know.

So, I guess this is it.

This kiss has to last six months,
you better make it good.

Hey, Lynette.

Hey, Judas.

Okay, fine, you're still angry.
But I'm going to make it up to you.

When they come after that tree house,
they're going to find one Susan Mayer

chained to it.

Don't do that. I want to be sad
when they knock it down.

- Lynette!
- What?

You think you can just walk over here
and cute your way out of what you did?

We're supposed to be friends.

Exactly. And friends don't put friends
in this kind of position.

I love you, but you can't ask me to put
your kids ahead of my husband.

You're right. I shouldn't have done that.

But that tree house is the one place
my kids can go and not hear about

body scans
and white blood cell counts.

It is their getaway
from this horrible thing

that I've brought into the house.

Brought? Sweetie, it's not your fault
that you're sick.

I know that, here.

But here, it feels like
I've ruined their childhood.

Okay. If anybody needs me, I'll be
at the hardware store buying chains.

Oh, jeez, get over here.

Hello, there!

Oh, look, it's our new queen,
Katherine of Arrogant.

Hey, where's the wrecking ball?

Actually, I came to tell you
the tree house can stay.

- Oh, my God, that's great!
- Yes.

If anyone complains,
we'll say it was grandfathered in

under the previous administration.

Wow. Thanks.

Why?

Well, clearly it means a lot to you,
and I want to be a good neighbour.

Katherine, what's with you?

Sometimes you act like an ice queen,
then you do something really nice.

You are one complicated lady.

Well, I've had one complicated life.

I've had a lot of men in my life,
but I never let myself fall in love before.

I thought it was because
I didn't want to get hurt.

But now I know the pain you feel
isn't the worst part.

It's the hate.

Could you make it out to cash?

Hello, Katherine.
Here about the fountain?

Yes. But don't worry,
there's no strict deadline.

You can have it removed
at your earliest convenience.

Yeah, I don't think it's going anywhere.

Oh, boys, boys, the war is over.

Yes, it is. We know all about Chicago.

Come again?

My ex is on the board of
Chicago Memorial Hospital.

Seems your husband
made quite a stir there.

Whole hospital's still buzzing
about what he did.

Whatever you heard is a vicious lie.
Every word of it.

Still, it was enough
to make you leave town.

Which begs the question,
do you like living here?

Oh, good. We're in agreement.
The fountain stays.

Thanks for stopping by, Katherine.

It's the same for all of us.

We try not to get too close
to the people who live next door.

It's easier to give them a polite nod
than to ask what's wrong.

It's safer to keep walking by
than to get involved.

True, we sometimes do get to know
the people we share a fence with,

and end up lifelong friends.

But mostly, we keep our distance.

Because we'd rather our neighbours
know nothing about us

than know too much.