Devious Maids (2013–2016): Season 1, Episode 5 - Taking Out the Trash - full transcript

Previously on
"Devious Maids"...

- Flora was pregnant.
- Do you know who the father was?

We just knew he was a rich guy.

That's what she wanted...
to have a millionaire's baby.

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

Absolutely.

Then let me end up with mine.

Remi and Valentina...
it's their life.

I think it would be good
if we just let them live it.

Thank you so, so much.
You're such a good man.

And you are an amazing woman.



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

Are you having impure thoughts
about your boss?

(Spence) I've been doing
a lot of thinking,

and now I know what I dream of.

- What is it?
- This.

(Gasps)

(Gasps and screams)

(Sam)
Odessa's fine.

Well, just make sure she knows
I'll pay for everything,

- you know, including her new, uh...
- Leg.

You know that man
I wrote the song about?

He didn't care about my dreams.

He tried to stop me.

I would never do that.



I can't take that chance.

Buenos dias, Evita.

You look so pretty today.
(Squawks)

Are you ready for
this morning's paper?

(Continues squawking)

(Cage door creaks, Evita squawks)
Ay! Son of a bitch!

- What happened?
- She bit me!

I was changing
the paper in the cage,

and the bitch parrot
bit my hand.

Maybe she's hungry.

Does she have enough pellets?

This isn't about pellets.

- The bird is a sociopath.
- (Chuckles) Here.

Let me see your hand.
(Cage rattling)

You're fine.

Odessa, what are you doing?

- I'm feeding the bird.
- She just bit me.

If she thinks you're
rewarding her,

she'll do it again.

(Squawking)

Uh, I'll clean the birdcage.

Um... Carmen, can you go outside
and get the mail for me, please?

Sure...
(Scoffs)

(Breathing nervously)

Sam! Get in here.

- What are you doing?
- Do you see that man out there?

Uh, yeah.

- Do not let him in here.
- Why not?

You got to tell him
you don't know who I am.

- Who is he?
- We don't have time for that!

- Just get rid of him.
- O-okay.

(Doorbell rings)

Um, can I help you?

I'm here to see Carmen Luna.

Uh, there's no one here
by that name.

Her cousin told me
this is where she is staying.

Uh, well, looks like her cousin
got it wrong.

Come on, man.
I drove all the way from Miami.

(Sighs)

(Mouths words)

I don't know what else
to tell you.

Well... here's my card.

If you should happen
to see this woman...

who doesn't live here...

tell her Oscar is in town
and really needs to talk to her.

(Door whooshes)

What the hell
is going on, Carmen?

Who was that?

My husband.

Mrs. Powell?

(Clicks remote)

(Sniffles)
What do you want?

I finished the dishes.

Would you like me
to start on the laundry?

(Voice breaks) I would...
(Clears throat)

(Normal voice)
Thank you.

Just so you know,

the Staffords went to visit
Michael's family in Florida.

So I'm yours for the week
if you need me

for cleaning or...

conversation.

What on earth would
we have to talk about?

I'll get started
on the laundry.

(Remote control clicks)

(Crying)

(Buzzer sounds in distance)

You got the original
coroner's report I sent over?

I did.

Coroner contends
it was all a big mix-up.

Cover-up is more like it.

The DA's
looking into it, Ida.

Yeah, well, while you look,

how about letting my client
out on bail?

- That's not gonna happen.
- Come on.

We can prove Flora Hernandez
found out she was pregnant

just before she was murdered.

And my client
wasn't the father.

- Do you know who it was?
- No.

But I'm betting baby daddy
wasn't thrilled

to be handed that cigar,
and that's called motive.

- Something Eddie didn't have.
- Didn't he?

No. I had no reason to kill Flora.
(Papers rustle)

Recognize those e-mails,
Eddie?

(Lowered voice)
Keep your mouth shut.

Don't say another word.

(Handle clicks, door creaks)

Good morning, Remi.

I brought you your breakfast.

(Plates clatter)

Come on. Wake up.
You're gonna be late for class.

Let's get a move on,
sleepyhead.

(Gasps)

Do you mind?

Oh, crap.

(Clatters)
Damn it, Rosie!

How much wax
did you put on this floor?

Just two coats.
Is it slippery?

Like an ice rink.
(Objects clatter)

Oh, God. I'm late.
If the director calls,

tell him I left 20 minutes ago.

Aren't you going to kiss
your son good-bye?

I'm already in character.
And she doesn't have kids.

(Door opens and closes)

- What are you doing?
- I'm trying to kiss you.

- In front of the baby?
- He won't talk, huh?

You're not funny.

And what happened
the other night was wrong.

It was nice, but wrong.

Oh, come on.
Rosie, all we did was kiss.

It's not like we had sex.

- That's true.
- Would you like to have sex?

- Mr. Spence!
- Rosie, don't you want to be with me?

Even if I do,
you made a vow to your wife.

We can't go around
breaking the rules. It's bad.

- Then why does it feel so good?
- Stop right there!

One kiss.
Just to remind me I'm alive.

- So help me, I'll hit you.
- You wouldn't hit a man in love.

(Sighs)
(Pan clangs)

(Thud)

- (Spence) Ohh!
- What in the world?

(Sighs)
Ohh.

You were right, Mrs. Peri,
very slippery.

(Cell phone chimes, book thuds)

(Beep)

(Car door shuts)
What happened?

Eddie proposed to Flora
two weeks before she was killed.

Proposed?
Like... marriage?

Yes. And she
turned him down flat.

He never told me they were
that serious.

You know how I've been
telling you

they don't have enough
to convict your son

of first degree murder?

Now they do.

(Sighs)

(Voice breaking) I married
Oscar Valdez when I was 17.

He wanted
a traditional Latin wife...

someone who would
cook for him and clean...

and have a house
full of babies.

But the babies never came.

My life was so... empty.

The only thing that
gave me any kind of joy

was my singing.

I told Oscar I wanted to try
for a career as a professional.

He said no.

I told him I needed
to do something with my life

and he said, "You're my wife.

That should be enough."

So you left him?

In the middle of the night.

I just left
my wedding ring on the pillow

and... and walked out.

You never got a divorce?

He wouldn't have
agreed to that.

That would have meant
he failed.

Oscar Valdez doesn't fail.

(Crying)
But now he's found me.

God, I don't know what to do.

You got to talk to him.

- Are you crazy?
- This guy is your husband.

If it's over,
say it to his face.

- You owe him that.
- No, I can't.

(Sighs)
(Sniffles)

Odessa, please.

Help me out here.

There are some problems
you cannot run away from.

You must face this man.

So... that was weird.

What was?

Oh, the girl in the bed?

No. It's good that
you have a girlfriend.

Very, very good.

Allison is not my girlfriend.

She used to be.
A long time ago.

Really?

I've been really stressed out
because of my finals.

And I went to a club
to blow off some steam

and I ran into her.

- One thing led to another and...
- I don't need the details, okay?

Okay.

So, if there's nothing else...

I was gonna get some coffee
for Allison.

- Oh, I'll get it.
- Are you sure?

It's fine.

How does she like it?

Just milk.
She's off sugar.

I'll bring it right up.

(Coffee pouring)
Okay. Thanks.

(Coffee pot thuds)

(Spoon clinks)

I ran into Marc and Phil
at the mall the other day.

Oh?

Yeah. They were going to that
Japanese restaurant you like

to celebrate
their 10th anniversary.

Good for them.

Do you know they have
an open relationship?

- No.
- Yeah. Yeah.

Whenever Marc's away on those
business trips to Europe,

he's totally allowed
to hook up with other guys.

And while he's away, Phil's
allowed to do the same thing.

Wow, they're such
a boring couple.

- That almost makes them interesting.
- Yeah.

They've really found a way

to put some excitement
in their lives.

And they still come home
to each other.

(Sheets rustle)

Why are we talking about this?

Let's be honest.
We haven't had sex in...

I don't know how long.
I know that you're miserable.

But we need to find a way
to stay together

for Tucker's sake.

And if that means changing
the rules of our relationship,

then I'm willing
to consider it.

And I know I'm laying
a lot on ya,

so take as much time
as you need to consi...

I'm in.

Thanks.

(Crackling)

I got a call
from Ty Cleale today.

He and Vera want to know

if we're free for dinner
on Thursday.

I told them we were.

You told him we were free
Thursday night?

I checked the calendar.
We don't have plans.

(Saucer clatters)
Clearly I'm forgetting something.

Could you forgo
the accusatory look

and just tell me what it is?

Thursday is the 18th.

(Sighs)

- Oh, my God.
- How could you forget?

I don't know. I'm sorry.

You'll call Ty and cancel?

Immediately.

Evelyn?

You were right to strike me.

So I walk into this club
the other night

and who do I see?

My first boyfriend
in high school.

Come in!

Remi wanted fresh towels.

He's still in the shower.
Just put them over there.

Celia, hold on.

Could you do me a favor?

I'm missing
a gold hoop earring.

And I can't see a thing 'cause
I forgot my contact solution.

Would you mind looking for it?

Um, okay.

Thanks. I think it rolled
under the bed.

So anyway, I walk up to him
and I'm all like,

"O. M.G., Remi.
You are so much hotter

than you were
in high school."

Next thing you know,
he takes me back to his place,

and it is so on.

And he's all, "Wow.
You've learned some stuff

since the last time
we did it."

And I'm like, pfft,
"You don't know the half of it."

(Giggles) You know,
I have to play this just right

because this guy's
absolutely marriage material.

(Thuds)

Hey, are you okay?

Um... I'm fine.

Uh... but I think I heard
the dryer.

I will have to look
for your earring later.

Oh. Okay, thanks.

Hey... (Scoffs)
Nobody. Just the maid.

So what are you doing tomorrow?

(Door creaks)

(Indistinct conversations,
door creaks shut)

(Sighs)
Hi, mom.

I read the e-mails.

- Oh.
- A rejected marriage proposal?

(Sighs)
It's kind of a big deal.

It's kind of important.

I was embarrassed.

- Okay?
- You're accused of murder.

You can't afford
to be embarrassed.

I know. I-I'm... I'm sorry.
All right?

I don't understand
how you could propose.

- You knew her for two months.
- I was in love.

(Sighs)
Still...

It's a huge decision.

How could you not
tell me about it?

Because you would have
tried to talk me out of it.

With good reason.

Flora Hernandez was not
the girl you thought she was.

You must be loving this.

- Excuse me?
- Well, isn't this what you live for?

Every time I mess up, you get
to swoop in and fix my life?

All I've ever done
is try to protect you.

Well, in case
you haven't noticed,

I'm a man now.

- I can take care of myself!
- Really?!

Look at where you are!

(Thuds)
Eddie, okay...

Please come back.
Eddie, Eddie!

(Sighs)
(Door closes)

(Sighs)

(Spoon clacks)

(Purse and shoes clatter,
keys jingle)

Wow!

You're in a good mood.

That's 'cause
this is the last time

we have to do it
in your crappy trailer.

Hey... what's going on?

Last night, Spence told me...

he was willing to have
an open marriage.

You're kidding.

That dweeb is so desperate
to hang on to me,

he's willing to let me
step out once in a while.

Isn't that amazing?

(Laughs)

Why are you laughing?

I've never seen you
be stupid before.

It's refreshing.

- How am I stupid?
- Is Spence a man?

In theory.

Well, when a man starts talking
about having an open marriage,

it's not because he wants
his wife to have a good time.

- I don't understand.
- Baby...

Get with the program.

Your husband's having
an affair.

(Clacks)

Hey.

Where are you going?

I'm meeting my advisor.
(Dishes clatter)

I'm asking him for more time
to finish my thesis,

and I can't be late.

But isn't Allison still here?

Yeah. She's just going
to hang out and wait for me.

If you could look after her
while I'm gone...

No.

What?
I have work to do.

I'm a housekeeper,
not a babysitter.

I'm not asking you to babysit.

Just... be nice to her.
Get her something to drink.

Show her how to use the TV.

(Sighs) Look... can we talk
about this later?

Please, I really have to go.

(Sighs)

(Sighs)

Ugh!

(Leaf blower whirring in distance)

Is there anything
I can do for you?

Oh. Well, you could
ask those guys

to turn off their leaf blower.

It's kind of loud,
and my Spanish is muy rusty.

Abundio, por favor!

Silencio para la princesa!

(Leaf blowers turn off)

Anything else?

Well, since you asked,

would you mind putting
a little bit of sunblock

on my shoulders?

Excuse me?

Oh, I totally would.
But...

Thank you.

So, you've been
working here a while.

(Lotion cap snaps)
Is Remi seeing anyone?

Why?

Well, we used to be
an item back in the day

and I'm starting to realize
how much I've missed him.

Actually, Remi has
several girlfriends.

- Several?
- Yep.

He has a different girl
in his bed every night.

Well, that's all
of the sunblock.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I have windows to wash.

One more thing.

Would you mind doing my toes?

(Scoffs)
You're kidding.

Oh, I know it's a lot
to ask, but...

No, you can paint
your own toes.

See, I phrased it as a question,
but I meant it as a sentence.

You're doing my toes.

See, the thing is, I'm not.

You know, I heard Remi
tell you to be nice to me.

Now maybe he doesn't realize
you're obsessed with him.

Or that you lie to his friends
about his sex life.

I mean, either way, I'm gonna
have to warn him about you.

Unless, of course,
you do what I ask.

(Gasps)
Ohh! What the hell?!

Oh, too much?
Uhh!

(Glass shatters)

Uhh!
(Gasps)

Aah!

(Girls screaming)

(Allison)
Aah!

(Mouths words)

(Both screaming)

I couldn't decide in the store.

What do you think of this one?

I think that would look nice
on Mr. Powell.

I wasn't shopping for Adrian.

Here. Feel this.

- It's cashmere.
- Ohh, that's fantastic.

- Mm.
- So, who were you shopping for?

This is a birthday gift
for our son.

I didn't know
you and Mr. Powell had a son.

We don't anymore.
He was killed.

Oh...
When did this happen?

15 years ago.

Barrett would have been
21 tomorrow.

I just cannot decide.
They are both exquisite.

Mrs. Powell, I'm confused.

Why...

Am I buying a gift
for my dead son?

Well... yes.

Adrian and I agreed
a long time ago

not to discuss him.

Except once a year
on his birthday,

we buy him a cake
and candles and a gift

we think he would have enjoyed.

And we talk about
what he would have been like,

the things we would have
taught him.

And then we blow out
his candles,

and we don't speak of him again
until his next birthday.

Mrs. Powell...

I am so... sorry.

I think he would have
liked the cashmere.

- You wanted to see me, Mrs. Peri?
- Yes.

(Knife clatters)
Come in.

What's going on?

Last night my husband asked me

if I wanted to have...
an open marriage.

He did?

And since I'm not stupid,

I figured out that
he only suggested this

because he's already
involved with someone.

Really?

You must know
what I'm about to ask you.

Probably.
But you say it first.

I want you to tell me
who he's seeing.

Oh.

You know everything
that goes on in this house.

I'm sure you've overheard
some phone calls.

Maybe Spence has had a lady
friend over for a visit?

No.

I'm pretty sure he's not having
sex with anyone, Mrs. Peri.

But you're not positive.

Do you suspect he might be
interested in someone?

Well...

You know!

I can see it in your face!

- Stop protecting him!
- I'm not protecting him.

Damn it, Rosie.
Tell me the slut's name

so I can cut her nipples off.

I'm sorry.

I don't want
to talk about this.

(Knife clatters)

You always need money
for your son, don't you?

Well, I'll play ball.

I'll give you $5,000
to give me this whore's name.

- Well?
- Hold on. This is getting complicated.

Rosie, please.

I need to know
if my husband has betrayed me.

You mean like you betrayed him?

That's different.
Why?

Because he's lucky to have me.

If I find out Mr. Spence
is running around...

out there...

I will tell you.

Thank you.
(Chuckles)

You changed your hair.

Do you like it?

You should invite me in.

We have a lot to talk about.

Yeah. I guess we do.

Thank you.

So, do you have children?

A son.
Just finished college.

College! Good for you.

(Scissors snips, thuds)

How often do you see him?

Not as often as I'd like.

We fight a lot.

About what?

You name it.

He thinks I'm too demanding.

I think he makes poor choices.
(Chuckles)

It's not easy.

Sometimes I wonder whether
Barrett would have liked me.

- Of course he would have.
- Oh, I don't know.

I'm something of
an acquired taste.

I have no doubt...

that your son
would have loved you deeply.

I wouldn't have cared
if he'd hated me.

Just so long as he'd lived.

So... how is everyone
back home?

They miss you.

(Chuckles)

So how's
your singing career going?

It's good.

Do you have any gigs lined up?

Not yet. No.
But soon, I think.

But there's nothing definite.

Well, it takes time.

I keep thinking about all
the girls who come to this town,

thinking they got talent,

hoping someone
will make them a star.

Then one day they wake up
and they realize

they have wasted
the best years of their lives.

I don't want you to be
one of those girls, Carmen.

My glass is empty.

(Speaks indistinctly)

(Glass clatters)

What do you want?

I want you to come back home.

It'll be different now.
I'll be different.

I actually spoke to
the owner of Cantina Rosada,

and he's looking for
a girl singer on weekends.

He's willing to give you a try.

Just come back.

I'll find a way
to make you happy.

I'm sorry, Oscar.

It was wrong to leave you
the way I did, but...

It was right to leave.

I can't go back.

That guy who opened the door
the other day...

He has nothing to do with this.

Have you been with him?

I think it's time
for you to go.

You're my wife.
You're going with me.

No!

I'm not.

(Scoffs)

What are you doing, Oscar?
No!

Aah! You're hurting me!

(Screaming)

Uhh!
(Thuds)

Stop!
(Squawks)

No.
(Panting)

(Squawks)
(Screaming)

(Panting)

Let go of her!

If you leave now,
I will not call the police.

(Cell phone dialing)

Ohh!

(Shrieks)
Uhh!

(Screaming)

(Thuds)
(Panting)

(Both breathing heavily)

Odessa...

I don't know how to thank you.

I understand you
more than you think.

Really?

There are so many
bad men in this world.

Maybe you should be a little
nicer to the good ones.

Oh, thank you.
I appreciate it.

Evita!

(Whispers)
Oh, come on.

You should go to the hospital.

You could have a concussion.

(Normal voice)
I gotta find that damn bird first.

I thought I saw her out here.

Anything else?

I wanted to thank you
for... well, you know.

(Chuckles) You should be
thanking Odessa.

She's the one who
took care of business.

I just...
got my ass kicked.

I saw the way you fought
for me, Sam.

The... the look in your eyes,
I don't...

I don't think
I'll ever forget it.

He was hurting you.

I can't allow that.

My whole life I've had to fight

for everything
I've ever wanted.

I never felt like anyone
was on my side.

Thank you.

(Sighs)

The concussion
is now officially worth it.

But the thing is...

You don't want a relationship.

No.

Would you like a friend?

Yes.

That's what I'll be.

All right.
(Chuckles)

(Kisses)
Thank you.

No problem, baby.

(Squawking)

How long has this
been going on?

I walked in on Mrs. Peri
and her co-star

over a month ago.

Why did you finally
decide to tell me?

At first I didn't think
it was my place.

But you and I
are becoming so close.

I couldn't protect her anymore.

So... you know the name
of a good divorce lawyer?

- You can't leave her.
- Why not?

It's a pretend marriage.
I'm sick of pretending.

- Mr. Spence...
- And we could finally be together.

I want the world to know
how I feel about you.

- But what about your son?
- Tucker?

She'll fight you for custody.

- You could lose him.
- I'll prove that she's an unfit parent.

If you leave her for your maid,

would people think
you're much better?

(Sighs)

If you love your son
as much as I love mine,

you can't risk losing him.

It's my job to teach my son
how to be a man.

How can I do that when
I'm constantly being humiliated?

I need a reason to get up
in the morning, Rosie.

I need to know there's some
moment of happiness

waiting for me.

So do I.

(Crackling)

Allison says
you tried to kill her.

Hey, she pushed me first.

And if I wanted her dead, she'd be dead!
(Snaps fingers)

Why are you acting this way?

Because I'm upset.
She's a total bitch,

and you shouldn't
be dating her.

Since when do you care
who I date?

That's a stupid thing to say.

- Why?
- 'Cause you know how I feel about you.

I know you like me,
and I like you, too.

But...
I liked you when I was 12.

Now...

Wh-whoa. Whoa!
Are... are you saying...

I'm not saying anything.

I don't want to talk
about this anymore, okay?

(Scoffs)
Valentina, this is crazy!

We've never been on a date.
We've never even held hands.

I mean, how can you
be in love with someone

when you haven't even
kissed them?

You're absolutely right.

Good.
Because this couldn't go...

Are we clear on
how I feel about you now?

Good.

So...

Did you fire Valentina?

No.

(Bracelet jingles)
Why not?

Because her mom
has worked here for 20 years.

They're like...
part of the family.

Still, after what she did?

Well, from what I hear,

you weren't exactly
well-behaved yourself.

So you're taking her side?

I've had a really
stressful day, all right?

First school,
then you and Valentina.

I'm not in the mood
to fight with you.

Okay.

(Exhales)

So, are we going to the club?

No.

I'm so glad we hooked up.

It's been cool
getting to know you again.

I can't believe
how mature you've become.

Remember how wild
you used to get?

Me? You were the wild one.

Me? I was just trying
to keep up with you.

You always could party
with the best of them.

Crazy days.

But we got to grow up
some time, right?

Come on.

Just because
we're getting older

doesn't mean...
we can't still have fun.

What kind of fun
did you have in mind?

(Crinkling)

(Sighs)

I haven't done that in a while.

You didn't fire that awful girl.

You're not taking me
to the club.

Come on.

You owe me.

I was 6 when my mother died,

but I didn't cry.

When the doctors told me

that I couldn't have
any children of my own,

I nodded... and called
an adoption agency.

When your father ran off
with that waitress,

I laughed and said,
"Good riddance."

My whole life I thought
I could handle anything.

But I'm not strong enough

to lose you.

So...
(Clears throat)

We have to get you out of here.

But in order to do that,

we have to be absolutely
honest with each other.

I will tell you everything

that I've learned about Flora
in the last two months.

And you'll tell me every detail
about your relationship, okay?

Okay.

Now...
(Sighs) Honey...

Some of this might be
hard for you to hear.

That's okay.

I told you. I-I don't want
to be protected anymore.

Okay.
(Pats hands)

Flora had a plan.

She wanted to get pregnant
by a rich man,

and then she would
blackmail him

into supporting that child
until the age of 18.

She started having sex
with friends of Adrian Powell.

He would pay her
for the sessions,

but even he had no idea
what she really had in mind.

(Cooing)

Hey. Where are you off to?

I'm seeing one of my co-stars.
I promised him we'd run lines

before we shoot
our big scene tomorrow.

Is this Cody
you're meeting with?

Uh... yeah.

He's very handsome.

Yeah.

I guess he is.

Well, I hope you have
a good time.

(Door opens and closes)

(Buzzer sounds in distance)

(Cell phone rings)

(Ring)

(Ring)

(Ring) This is work.
I have to take this.

(Beep)

Hey.

(Muffled voice)
You have to work with me here.

This is a chance for me
to make some real money.

Oh, he will.

Of course he will pay.

(Normal voice)
Because it's on video.

(Lowered voice)
Mom, it's me.

I remembered something.

(Tissue paper rustles)

He would have loved it.

- Do you really think so?
- I do.

Well, you never know.

He might not have had
a sense of style.

(Scoffs)

- With us as parents?
- Yeah.

Don't be silly.

Been 15 years since he died.

Doesn't seem possible, does it?

Have you forgiven me yet?

No.

I didn't think so,
but I had to ask.

Could you forgive me
if I caused his death?

Of course not.

Well, there you go.

But you still look beautiful
by candlelight.

Thank you.

Is there any chance

you'd want to make love
to me tonight?

What a bizarre question.

15 years is a long time.

I thought the novelty
might appeal to you.

You took your eyes off of him.

You let that car
plow right into him.

You're not interested.
I get it.

I'm still so filled with rage,
I can barely touch your hand.

Well, you've certainly
gotten back at me

with your disgusting
little hobby.

I told you.
If I was going to stay,

my needs would have to be met.

That was the deal.
You agreed.

And you broke the rules
when you crossed the line

from voyeur to participant.

- You're talking about Flora.
- Aren't we always?

Evelyn!

We allow ourselves
one day of the year

to talk about our son.

Why are you ruining it?

You're right.

I apologize...

For everything.

Next year,
I'm going to buy Barrett

an Armani tux.

Armani?

With his sense of style,

he would accept nothing less.