Devious Maids (2013–2016): Season 1, Episode 4 - Making Your Bed - full transcript

Previously
on "Devious Maids"...

I'm fairly certain
you're not a maid...

(whispers)
and I can't wait to find out

what you're really doing here.

(Marisol) So Adrian Powell
hires prostitutes

to have sex with his friends.

Flora was also Adrian's whore.

I won two "Soap Opera Digest"
awards.

The fact that you think
that's impressive

makes me wanna vomit
and weep for you.

Have you ever thought
of leaving her?



I can't.
And we've got a kid.

You are such a nice man.

Guess who just called me?
Benny Soto.

He's a producer,
and he wants to meet with me.

You've definitely
got some skills.

- Well, I think we're in business.
- Oh God. (Laughs)

You know, for a minute there,

I really thought
this was going somewhere.

Maybe we should just cool it.

Boys with money
don't end up with the maid.

You can't still be
holding on to that.

Henri made promises to me.

I remember every single
one of them.

Oh, Henri. How is she?



I'm worried about her.
I know she's missed you.

I think it would be a good idea
if you... flew out to see her.

(Sighs)

How are you doing?

I'm fine.

Please.
You're a nervous wreck.

Take this.
It'll help you relax.

What is it?

A Xanax.

No, thanks.

He's a former lover

who's never seen you
with crow's-feet.

You're allowed to medicate.

I'm married. Henri's married.
We've moved on.

I don't need a pill.
And I don't have crow's-feet.

Mrs. Delatour, your brother's
car just pulled up.

Last chance.

(Object clatters)

- My baby brother!
- Genevieve. Mwah.

(Kisses)
Oh.

Look at you.

You're emaciated.

You always say
the sweetest things.

Oh, Henri, how long has it been
since you came to visit?

Last time I was here,
you were married to Phillipe.

That was three husbands ago.

Well, you are more beautiful
than ever.

Divorce agrees with you.

That's why I keep doing it.
(Laughs)

(Laughs)

Now there is someone here
who'd like to say hello.

Thank you.

For what?

For staying as beautiful
as I remember.

When'd you come up
with that one?

On the ride in
from the airport.

Did it work?
Have you forgiven me?

What do you think?

See, that's what
I always loved about you.

You made me work for it.

(Laughs)

(Laughs)

(Sighs)

Mm.

Zoila...

No, this can't possibly be
your daughter.

How old are you, dear, 16?

Oh, it's worse than that.
She's 19.

The same age you were
when we first met.

So you and my mom
knew each other?

Yes.

They were the best of friends.

And then Henri got married
and moved away.

We're out of coffee.

Why don't I brew us
another pot?

So, Henri, you must
tell that wife of yours

how furious I am with her.

And why is that?

Why didn't she
come out here with you?

I wanted to see her.

Oh, it just wasn't possible.

She should've
changed her schedule.

That's what you do for family.

Well, you see,
that's the problem.

What do you mean?

Cynthia and I have decided
to get a divorce.

(Dishes crash and clatter)

Ms. Duarte, you can't just
go in there.

Flora Hernandez
was a prostitute.

I'll call you back.

She took money
from Adrian Powell

to have sex
with various friends of his,

under his roof.

- Really?
- Yes.

And during
one of those encounters,

she was raped.

Raped? How do you know?

I found a letter.

Well, great.
Let's see it.

I don't have it, and I'm pretty
sure Adrian Powell destroyed it.

All right...
What about the prostitution?

- Were credit cards used?
- I doubt it.

So there's no paper trail.

(Sighs)
No.

I'm not saying what you learned
isn't valuable.

Flora's character is relevant.

But what we really need to know
is who wanted her dead.

So I found the smoke.

You need the fire.

I know it's hard.

You're only in the Powell house,
what, one day a week?

Don't worry.
I'll figure it out.

(Sighs)

Marisol, when you first
told me about this plan,

I thought you were crazy.

But for the record,

I think that what you're willing
to do for your son

is extraordinary.

Then you must not
have children.

(Bell tolling)

(Clunks)

I have nothing to confess.

Rosie, I know you're
a good catholic,

but surely you're not
without sin?

How can I sin?

All I do is cook and clean

and wait for my son
to come to the States.

Until then, I'm a shadow.

Shadows can't sin.

Why did you come here?

Is something troubling you?

I'm worried about my boss...
Mr. Spence.

He's such a good man,

but he's married
to such an awful woman.

A bruja, padre.

The Bible says
that service to others

is the fastest road
to happiness.

Help this family,

and you will no longer
be a shadow.

I'll try.

I just want him to be happy.

Uh, Rosie...

I have to ask.

Are you having impure thoughts
about your boss?

I told you,
I have nothing to confess.

(Clunks)

(Door creaks)

This is the guest list.

I want you to go through it

and make sure we have
enough gift bags.

(Latch clicks)

Shakira's coming to the party?

And Usher?!

(Laughs)
And Courtney Love?

That reminds me.

We need to hide
all the breakables.

Now there will be a bartender,

but it's Sam's day off,

so you'll have to serve
by yourself, and that...

What's wrong?

Benny Soto is coming?

Yes. So?

So I just signed with Benny.
He's my new manager.

He must be down on his luck.

I'll get him an extra gift bag.

No, you don't understand.
I can't work this party.

Why not?

I can't let my new manager
see me in an apron,

handing out shrimp cocktail.

That would be humiliating.

Wouldn't it be more humiliating
to lose your job

and end up in the gutter?

Why are you being so mean?

I am doing my job,
and I need you to do yours.

Hey, hey.

What's going on in here?

Alejandro, did you ever
listen to my demo?

Ah, no. I'm sorry, hon.
I haven't gotten around to it.

Well, I got a manager
out of it.

Benny Soto.
(Laughs)

And he's coming to your party.

- Benny's reppin' you?
- Yeah.

Wow. You must be good.

Well, he doesn't know
I'm a maid.

And I will die
if I have to wait on him.

Okay, I get it. You don't
have to work the party.

But i-it's tomorrow.

It's too late to hire
someone else.

Well, you could do it.

Me?

But I'm the house manager.

I don't serve.

Well, it's just this once.

Our girl's in a bind.
Gotta help her out.

Right?

As you wish.

Thank you so much.

I'm so grateful.

You know,
everyone coming to this party

is in the music industry.

Would you like to join us
and hang out?

As a guest?

Oh, my God. I'd love to.
(Laughs)

(Chuckles)
Great.

Wear something pretty.

Thank you so much!
(Squeals)

(TV playing indistinctly)

(Click)

Pablo!

Huh?

(TV continues
playing indistinctly)

Why haven't you changed
the light blub in the pantry?

Uh, we're out of light bulbs.

Then go to the store.

Okay.

(TV continues
playing indistinctly)

Well?

(Chuckles)
What, do you mean now?

I'm watching the game.

God forbid I should come
before fútbol.

Flojo.

(TV continues
playing indistinctly)

What's with your mother?

Something happened
at work today?

Not really.

Except... Mrs. Delatour's
brother came for a visit.

Henri?

Ohh.

You know him?

No.

But your mother used to
date him.

Date him?

She never told me that.

Have I told you about
all of my ex-girlfriends?

Okay, there was only one,
but still.

Were mami and Henri serious?

For a while.

But it ended badly.

And... it doesn't bother you
he's back?

Why would it?

(TV continues
playing indistinctly)

As you know, I'm on the board
of the Bootstrap Council.

Okay, it's a charity
that helps at-risk youth

in the inner city...

Can we skip the sad statistics

and get to the part
where I write you a check?

It's not gonna be that easy
this year, Adrian.

We're two days away
from our annual gala,

and our host begged off.

I was hoping you'd step in.

But I hate fundraisers.

Ohh.

And how can I leave early
if it's in my house?

(Chuckles)

Your drink.

Marisol, my old friend here is
becoming a callous conservative.

Tell him that your people
need our help.

My people...

can take care of themselves.

Mr. Powell,

I know your wife is away
visiting her mother.

So if you need an extra set
of hands for the gala,

I'd be happy to help out.

We'd love that.
Wouldn't we, Dante?

Absolutely.

Great.

I look forward to it.

She's fantastic.

(Whispers)
I told you.

Does she like to play?
Not sure.

I've dropped hints, but so far,
Marisol has shown no interest

in our
extracurricular activities.

Well, can't we offer
our usual inducements?

We could,
but don't get your hopes up.

I have a horrible feeling
that this one is impenetrable.

Well, you forget

that I work with the poor
and disadvantaged.

They all have a price.

And usually, it's a bargain.

(Clinks)
(Chuckles)

You are the cutest
little baby in baby town. Mwah.

I'm gonna pass you off,
all right?

We're due on the red carpet
in 20 minutes.

Why aren't you dressed?

Oh, Tucker sent back
his dinner.

You were feeding him
in a Gucci shirt?

Are you insane?

Relax.
I'll wear my black shirt.

The one you bought at the mall?

It'll be under a jacket.
No one will even see it.

This is why you are number two

on the "US Weekly"
worst-dressed list.

Well, thank God
for Whoopi Goldberg.

Please wear something
with a label.

The press will be there,

and someone may point
a camera at you by accident.

Okay, turn it down, Peri.
I get it.

I am a film actress now.

And I'm trying
to create an image...

stylish, cool, A-list.

Do you know
how hard that is to do

when I'm married to a...

What?

Nothing.

Finish... that...
sentence.

(Crying)

Oh, no.

I think the baby is hungry.

Do you want to feed him,
Mrs. Peri?

(Crying continues)

When I'm in Alexander McQueen,
he gets the bottle.

(Continues crying)

Wear whatever you want.

I no longer care.

(Continues crying)

Shh.

(Continues crying)

(Switch clicks)

Morning, Mr. Spence.

Hey.

How was the premiere?

Oh, it was great.

When Peri got out of the limo,

the fans
were screaming her name.

Sounds exciting.

It was.

She's really becoming
a big deal.

Did you sleep out here?

Yeah.

Hey, uh,

Peri invited a bunch of people
from her movie

over for game night on Friday.

She wanted me to tell you that
we needed wine and cheese.

I'll take care of it.

Thank you.

Mr. Spence, are you okay?

It's funny.
(Exhales)

They say fame is like
a magnifying glass.

It makes you a bigger version
of who you are.

If this movie's a hit,

Peri's just gonna get worse.

Ay!

Yeah.
(Chuckles)

Look who I'm talking to.

You get it
almost as bad as I do.

But I never really listen
to her.

Yeah?
How's that possible?

When she starts in,
I just go someplace in my head.

I dream of Miguel

and the day I'll hold him again

and hear him call me "mama."

When I think of that,
I can't hear a word she says.

That must be nice.

You can do it, too.

When she starts in,

you just have to think of
something that makes you happy.

What do you dream of,
Mr. Spence?

What a good question.

What do you want, Spanish?

I wanted to thank you for...
for working the party.

I-I know you don't usually
do that kind of thing.

I'm doing it for Alejandro,
not you.

Well, I know I owe you one,
so I came to tell you,

i-if you ever need anything,
a favor,

all you have to do is ask.

There is one thing.

Okay. Name it.

Don't go to the party.

What?

Ten years,
I work for Alejandro.

Never once has he
invited me to a party.

(Voice breaks) I do so much
for him, but he never...

Odessa?

You are the maid.
I am your superior.

It's bad enough I have to
wait on Alejandro's friends.

I should not have to serve you.

Okay, I totally get
what you're saying.

It's just...

Just what?

Can I tell you a secret?

Next Monday is my birthday.
I'm turning 37.

That is old
for the music business.

I'm running out of time.

And the people at this party,

they can really help me
get my career started.

I mean, do... do you see
why this is so important?

You said all I had to do
was ask.

(Closes laptop)

I have asked.

(Sighs)

So the question is,

do you really want
Odessa as a friend?

Hell, no.

But I don't want her
as my enemy.

You have to go to that party.

It could help you be a star.

Then it's settled.

I'm going to the party
and enjoy myself.

(Squeals)

Good for you.

(Chuckles)

Marisol, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I just... I have something
on my mind.

What is it?

When Flora was killed,
was she pregnant?

Why?

I was cleaning
her room yesterday,

and I found a pregnancy test.

How is that
any of your business?

It was just a question.

Well, I'm getting sick
of your questions.

(Speaks Spanish)

Come on, guys.
We were having fun.

From the moment she got here,
she's been asking about Flora.

Why? She was our friend,
not yours.

I thought this was important.

I thought it was something
the police might want to know.

Basta.

We don't talk about Flora
anymore.

Why can't we talk about Flora?

Rosie.

She's dead.
What does it matter?

Because we all promised.

I'm tired of protecting her.

Yes.

Flora was pregnant.

She told me the last time
I talked to her.

Do you know who the father was?

No.

We just knew he was a rich guy.

How did you know that?

That's what she wanted,

to have a millionaire's baby.

And then milk him
for everything he was worth.

That was her plan.

And you all knew this?

We told her it was wrong.

But Flora didn't care.

You know we need to talk,
right?

Do we?

(Chuckles)
Come on, Zoila.

You heard about my divorce.

Yeah. It's a shame.

I got all your Christmas cards.
She's very photogenic.

I hope she doesn't take
all your money.

Really?

That's all
you have to say to me?

You have something
in your teeth.

Now I'm done.

(Laughs)

Allez-venez...

Have lunch with me.

There's so many things
I have to say.

Like what?

Well, for starters,
I'd like to apologize

for what happened 20 years ago.

Do you remember
that little restaurant

you used to take me to?

Yeah.

(Giggles) I want to go
someplace nicer.

(Huffs)

(Clears throat)
Mrs. Delatour,

do you have a moment?

For you? Absolutely.
What's up?

I need to know...
everything that happened

between my mother
and your brother.

You might want
to pull up a chair.

♪

(Indistinct conversations)

You see, I-I thought about it,
and I just felt that it...

(Indistinct conversations continue)

(Lock beeps and clicks)

(Indistinct conversations)

Well?

It's what I thought.

Flora Hernandez
was not pregnant

at the time of her death.

Are you absolutely sure?

It's all there
in the coroner's report,

and he performed
the autopsy himself.

Could she have terminated
the pregnancy?

I didn't have time
to ask a lot of questions.

Oh. The coroner was on his
way to some appointment,

but he was quite insistent.

Wait.
What does this mean?

Huh.

This has been revised.

(Gasps)

What are you doing?

(Lowered voice)
You see that man?

He's a friend
of Adrian Powell's.

I don't want him
to recognize me.

That man is a friend
of Adrian Powell's?

Yeah. You know him?

(Sighs)

He's the coroner.

We need to get a copy
of the original report.

I think you're right.

(Taps folder)

(Beeps)

(Clicks)

(Laughs)
I couldn't stop there.

♪

Benny.

Carmen.

Qué sorpresa.
I didn't know you'd be here.

That's great.
I want you to meet Bobby D.

Bobby, this is my newest client,
Carmen Luna.

I'm a big fan.

Nice to meet you, Carmen.

(Chuckles)
Damn. You look good, girl.

How is it Benny hasn't
made you a star yet?

That's right, Benny.
What are you waiting for?

Don't worry. It's gonna happen.
(Bobby and Carmen laugh)

Now the real question,
Ms. Carmen Luna,

can you dance?

Honey, I'm Puerto Rican.
Of course I can dance.

(Laughs)
Are you kidding me?

♪

(Cheering)

(Shatters)

(Benny) Hey.
(Sucks teeth)

My friend here
just broke a glass.

Could you clean that up?

♪

(Song ends)

Whoa!

(Laughs)
(Cheers and applause)

(Laughs)
That was great. Thank you.

Thank you.

Okay, where's my dr...

Oh, no, no, no, no.
I can pick it up.

Hey, Carmen, relax.
This is her job.

Luca Meli's here.
I want you to meet him.

Come.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Laughs)

Oh, and remember how you
used to call in sick

on the days
after we would go out?

Because you would bring me
home at 6:30 in the morning.

I had to sleep sometime.
(Giggles)

I think that was the only time
in my life

I actually wanted
to talk to someone

until the sun came up.

What about your wife?

We were never
that kind of couple.

I'm sorry
she didn't make you happy.

Truly.

I was a stupid kid, Zoila.

I left the woman I loved

for the one I thought

would look right
on the Christmas cards.

Worst mistake of my life.

I waited a long time
to hear you say that.

I waited a long time to say it.

(Indistinct conversations)

So did you know
that Marilyn Monroe

lived in one of the bungalows
at this hotel?

I did not know that.

It is beautiful.

Have you ever stayed here?

Yeah. It's my home
away from home.

(Both laugh)

Well, I just happen
to have a room here.

Why do you have a room here?

(Laughs)
Zoila.

(Inhales sharply)

(Lowered voice)
Don't make me be inelegant.

Oh, my God.

(Sighs)

(Exhales)

I thought
it was a real apology.

It was a real apology.

Oh, yeah?

Let me ask you something.

When did you realize
this was a big mistake,

the day you left me,
ten years ago,

or yesterday
when you thought I looked good?

Did you say to yourself,
"I bet if I apologize,

"she'll let me do
what she always lets me do,

and wouldn't that make
for a pleasant afternoon?"

Zoila, please don't do this.

Admit it, Henri.

That's all I ever was to you...
a pleasant afternoon.

(Normal voice)
Will you please sit down?

God, I am such an idiot.

For 20 years, you were
the one that got away.

And I blamed myself.

I thought, "I wasn't
good enough for him."

Well, how about that?

It turns out,

you're not good enough for me.

(Indistinct conversations)

Sorry. I'm getting ready
to leave,

but I can't seem to find
my car keys.

I think the bartender
may have found a set.

Let me check.

So I couldn't help overhearing.
You're Carmen's new manager.

Yeah. You know Carmen?

She's a friend of Alejandro's.

Oh, okay.

I was wondering how
she got invited to this thing.

Oh, yes.
He's very fond of her.

In fact, I think he's planning

a surprise birthday party
for her.

Really? Carmen's got
a birthday coming up?

Oh, yes.
She's going to turn 37.

What?

Oh, I know.
She looks so good for her age.

She fools just about everyone.

Ah! Here we go.
(Clatter)

(Jangles keys)
Glad I could help.

(Sighs)

What are you doing there?

I'm waiting for you.

(Sighs)

Can we talk later?
I am not in a good mood.

Neither am I.

I know about you and Henri...

how he promised to marry you,
how he broke your heart.

I know everything.

I can't deal with this
right now.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because it's
none of your business.

Of course it is.
(Sighs)

Henri's the reason you don't
want me dating Remi.

Right?

Yeah. I guess so.

Well, that's stupid.

They're all alike.
Don't you get that?

They think money gets them
anything they want,

or anyone.

Remi isn't like that.

You're 19.
You don't know.

I know I love him.

And what if he doesn't
love you back?

What if he breaks your heart?

Then I guess it gets broken!

But that's what I'm trying
to protect you from.

Learn from my mistakes.

So I should do what you did,
marry my second choice

and spend the next 20 years
of my life

wondering "What if"?

First of all, watch your mouth.

And second of all,
I love your father.

Are you sure?

Of course.

I may take him
for granted sometimes, but...

he means everything to me.

Would you say you ended up
with the love of your life?

Absolutely.

Then let me end up with mine.

(Music playing)

Mr. Powell, Amy Webb
of the Bootstrap Council.

I wanted you to meet
Brandon and Lamar.

They're two of the at-risk youth
that we're trying to help.

And you brought them
into my home.

Delightful.

♪

(Indistinct conversations)

Marisol,
I've been looking for you.

Well, here I am.

And I see your glass
is half empty.

Half full.
I'm an optimist.

Even so,
let me give you a fresh one.

We can't risk you
getting thirsty. (Chuckles)

(Gasps)
Ah!

Oh, I am so sorry.

I just bought this tux.

Then we have to take care of
that stain before it sets.

Here. Come with me.

Once again, I am so sorry.

Here, put on this robe,
and I'll take your pants.

Really?

There's stain remover
in the laundry room.

Lucky for you,

you were spilled on by a maid.

Yes, lucky for me.

I'll be right back.

Henri just left.

He told me
to tell you goodbye.

Did he?

Yes.

He...

said that you two had a fight.

Do you want to talk about it?

No.

I've been thinking.

What about?

Remi and Valentina.

(Sighs) Maybe it would be good
if we got out of their way.

It's their life.

I think it would be good
if we just...

let them live it,

mistakes and all.

I think
you're absolutely right.

(Crying)

If Henri ever comes back...

I don't want to be here.

Oh, you don't have to be.

(Sniffles)

I'm sorry to say that.
I know he's your brother.

True, but...
You're my sister.

Excuse me, sir.

(Clicks lock)

Oh, hi.

I brought your pants.

You didn't need
to spill a drink on me

to get my pants off.

All you had to do was ask.

I think there's been some kind
of a misunderstanding.

Oh?

Well, is there any way
to turn this misunderstanding

into an understanding?

Pardon?

I come from
considerable wealth.

In exchange
for a little kindness,

I can offer
tremendous compensation.

Thank you.

No.

Are you sure?

I'm in a position
to change your life.

I'd prefer if you just...

change your outfit.

No, thanks.
(Thuds)

It's a little hot in here,
don't you think?

How are you not embarrassed
right now?

Because this is how
the world works.

If you take one more step,
I will hit you.

I should warn you,

I find resistance
to be very arousing.

You have ten seconds
to get out of my way.

Or what?

Eight, seven...

Six, five...

I'm serious.

Oh, I can't wait
to see how this ends.

Four... three, two, one.

(Sighs)

What are you doing?

What the hell?
Are you crazy?!

Marisol,
are you out of your mind?!

Get help! Fire!

Get someone in here.

(Click)

You know what?
It is a little hot in here.

Help! Fire! Fire!

Somebody call help!

(Mutters indistinctly)

(Siren wailing in distance)

(Beeps)

(Clicks)

(Beeps and clicks)

(Beep)

(Click)

(Flashlight switch clicks)

There's your motive.

I'll call you back.

(Receiver clatters)

(Sighs)

(Up-tempo jazz playing)

(Indistinct conversations)

Welcome to game night.

Come on in. Let's get you
something to drink.

- Hey there.
- Oh.

Hey.

This is Spence,
my... husband.

Hey, Spence. I'm Lois.
Hey.

Why do you look so familiar?

Oh, I'm an actor.

I play Dr. Lance Dupree
on "Love Affairs."

Perhaps you've caught it
if you've ever stayed home sick

or accidentally left the TV on.

(Lowered voice)
And so the games begin.

Red wine?

- Thank you.
- Thank you, Rosie.

I don't know what we'd do
without her. (Chuckles)

Hola, Rosie.
Yo soy Lois.

Mucho gusto.

And I'm Cody.

We've met.

♪

Excuse me.

(Indistinct conversations continue)

(Lowered voice)
What was that?

Nothing.

I know what you're doing,
and you're going to stop it.

You are going to be all smiles
for the rest of the night,

do you understand?

Well, I'm sorry.

But I was surprised to see
Mr. Cody here.

I work with him.

You also... you know.

Yes.

You are making a fool
of Mr. Spence.

Yes.

Don't you care
about his feelings?

No.

♪

Are we done?

(Indistinct conversations continue)

Good.

(Peri) "Dances with Wolves."
"Dirty Dancing."

- No, it's four words.
- I know. Spence, do something else.

Come on, Spence.
This isn't helping.

Do something else.

Anything else.
For the love of God.

This is it. This is it.
Come on. "Flashdance."

- (Man) Fighting.
- What the hell is that?

- Time!
- Ahh.

Okay.

What was it?

"Last Tango in Paris."

That was supposed to be a tango?
Dude, come on.

(Lois)
And the final score

says...
we're the winners!

(Cheers and applause)

Ah.

(Laughs)
Awesome job.

(Sighs)

(Indistinct conversations,
laughter)

I knew it was a tango,
Mr. Spence.

I just didn't know
it was in Paris.

Thank you, Rosie.

Are you having a good time?

(Both speak inaudibly)

Oh, time of my life.

(Cell phone rings, beep)

Hello?

Hey! Benny.

I was just thinking about you.

Yes, listen. I have an idea
for the song

that I think you're gonna...

What?

I don't understand.

What do you mean,
you're gonna drop me?

What?

Who told you that?

No, it matters to me.

Of course I wasn't trying
to pull a fast one.

I just didn't think
it was a big deal.

So that's... that's it?

(Sniffles)
Yeah.

Me, too.

(Beep)

(Sobbing)

Hey, Spence.

I gotta bail.
Is Peri around?

I want to say goodbye.

Sure. Uh, let me find her.

(Jazz music playing)

Rosie, have you seen Peri?

No.

Hang on a sec. I'm sure
she's around here somewhere.

♪

(Lois)
Honey, it's just charades.

(Peri, crying)
No. It's more than that.

This night
just proves everything

I've been saying all along.

Spence is a bad actor.

(Continues crying)
And...

And I know that doesn't mean
he's a bad person,

but...

How can I be married
to someone I don't respect?

(Continues crying)
This is his profession,

his livelihood.

I mean,

take a class, care a little.

(Voice fading) But he has no idea
how mediocre he is.

(Guests speaking indistinctly)

Did you find her?

What?

Oh, uh... yeah.

She's in the bedroom
talking with Lois.

Okay if I interrupt?

Yeah. Yeah, go ahead.

They're not talking about
anything important.

(Indistinct conversations)

Yeah.

Are you all right?

I'm great, actually.

Really?

You look... funny.

That's because I've been
doing a lot of thinking.

And now I know what I dream of.

What is it?

This.

(Gasps)

(Clunks)

Now I have something
to confess.