Desperate Housewives S01E07 Anything You Can Do (VO+STFR&EN)
- What is it you hired me to do?
Someone sent that to my wife. I need to know who.
Some secrets were discovered.
After Mom died, I started remembering what happened to Dana.
- Dana? - What are you doing?
Some secrets were uncovered.
Could be anyone she's having an affair with.
Don't worry. I'm not letting her out of my sight.
- And some secrets... - Jordana Geist gets her work done.
- How do you cram it all in? ...were shared.
That's ADD medication.
Competition. It means different things to different people.
In suburbia, it means keping up with the Joneses.
On Wisteria Lane, that means keping up with Bre Van De Kamp.
Everyone knew Bre had the nicest lawn in the neighborhood.
And no one begrudged her this.
No one, that is, except Martha Huber,
whose own lawn paled in comparison.
No matter how carefully she trimmed,
or how lovingly she watered...
or how generously she fertilized,
the grass was always grener on the other side of the fence.
Hello, Victor. How are you today?
- Out jogging again? - I can't... catch my breath.
Would you like a slurp from my hose?
Victor?
Don't worry. I'm gonna get an ambulance.
Then one day, Mrs. Huber finally got the chance to mow down the competition.
Help! Somebody help!
What happened?
He collapsed on your hydrangeas. Call 911!
Yes, Mrs. Huber understood the first rule of competition:
In order to win, you have to want it more.
When I was alive, my friends and I came together once a month
for a meting of the Wisteria Lane Book Club.
We found the problems of literary characters so absorbing.
The way they dealt with adversity,
conducted illicit affairs,
endured domestic dramas,
and planned romantic conquests.
But since my death, my friends had lost their interest in fiction.
So, what did everybody think?
Their own problems had become absorbing enough.
I thought the character of Madame Bovary was very inspirational.
Inspirational? She poisons herself with arsenic.
- Really? - You didn't read until the end?
I stopped after page 50.
- Am I the only one who read the book? - I saw the movie. It was good.
Ladies, I'm sorry, but what is the point of having a book club
if we don't read the book?
- More wine?
Sue, Reba, Emma and Lori, would you girls come and help me with the snacks?
Sure.
I will be right in.
God, I couldn't wait to get rid of them!
OK, so Lynette said that you found Zach.
He's at a rehabilitation center. Julie snuck in and talked to him.
Did he talk about his mother's suicide?
There wasn't time. He said one thing that was mysterious.
He said something happened to someone named Dana
and that he could never talk about it.
- Who's Dana? - That's the mystery.
I figure Dana has something to do with what Mary Alice was trying to hide.
Somebody found out Mary Alice's secret...
- And sent the note. - So who the hell is that?
Stationery is Parcher No.17. 100% cotton.
It's made by Cyprus Office Products.
They have stores in 12 cities, including yours.
We traced that postmark back to your local post office.
Meaning?
The blackmailer's probably someone you know.
A neighbor, milkman, pool boy, soccer mom.
Soccer mom?
Mr. Young, sometimes evil drives a minivan.
I had this gig once,
checking on this PTA mom who was hell-bent on landing her daughter
a spot on the parade float.
She fed antifreeze to half the homecoming committee.
- Did you catch her? - Mr. Young...
The people who hired me didn't hire me to catch her.
Wow, honey! This place looks spotless.
Thanks.
So I have come up with this killer idea for the Spotless Scrub campaign.
- Great. Want to run it by me? - No. I'm good.
- But thanks. - Oh. OK.
You know how whenever I pitch Hennessey always tears my ideas down?
I invited the partners and their wives over so I could pitch to them here.
I thought we could make a formal dinner for six...
When exactly would this take place?
- Ah, the day after tomorrow. - Tom!
- I know it's short notice. - You think?
How can I pull off a formal dinner with no warning?
Bree Van De Kamp does this kind of thing all the time.
- What did you say? - I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that.
Forget it. I'll call and cancel. Just don't worry about it.
No. No, let's do it.
Really?
Yeah. It's good for your career. I'll pull it off.
Yes! Honey, thank you.
I promise, I land this account and I am gonna buy you something awful pretty.
Luckily for Tom, Lynette had a recipe for success.
Unfortunately for her, she was missing the secret ingredient.
- Yeah. - It's me.
Don't! My mother-in-law can see you.
- I hate that she's watching us. - Meet me at the motel in an hour.
- John? - Uh... I've got plans.
So cancel.
They're with Danielle. We're going to the movies.
- That sounds like a date. - Yeah.
Well, I have a problem with you seeing other girls.
I have a problem with you having a husband. We both have to learn to deal.
Don't even try to make it up to me by talking dirty.
Hello?
Mr. And Mrs. Van De Kamp.
So, your son decided to entertain some of his friends yesterday
by shoving a freshman's head into a locker.
- The Johnson boy? - Yes. He broke the boy's nose.
Because of our no tolerance policy, he may face expulsion.
You're gonna ruin his future over roughhousing?
Rex, this was practically assault.
Mrs. Stark, what Andrew did was clearly wrong.
But his mother and I are going through severe marital problems.
- Is that relevant? - Our marriage is disintegrating.
Of course Andrew is acting out. He's angry.
If he's angry about you moving out, he should shove your head into a locker.
All I'm saying is we need to take some of the responsibility here.
So does Andrew. Blaming his actions on our problems,
which are not serious, does not help him.
- Our problems are serious. - Handle this however you see fit.
Bree, I've gone to an attorney.
You're gonna be served with divorce papers later today.
- You went to an attorney? - Yeah.
And a good one, too.
He'd better be, 'cause when I'm finished with you, you won't have a cent.
Bring it on.
Perhaps detention is the way to go.
Mom, you're getting too dressed up.
I know, but I wanna look really sexy.
I told Mike I expect him to have you home by 11:00.
- Hm. How about midnight? - All right, but no later.
You know how I worry. So, you got protection?
Oh, my God! We are so not having this conversation.
We are, because I enjoy being an only child.
- Are you finished? - Almost.
I always assumed I'd have sex for the first time before you had it again.
OK, you can leave now.
What do you think? Trying too hard?
What do you know? It's 80 degrees outside and you're wearing fur.
Hiya, Mike.
Hey, Edie.
Wow! Get a load of you! You look so pretty!
- I hardly recognize you. - Oh, this?
Well, I have a date. Right now. With Mike.
We kissed, F.Y.I.
Ooh, love that jacket. Good choice.
Um, Susan, I am really sorry, but I've got to cancel.
I have an unexpected house guest.
Coming through. Ooh, sorry. Hi. I'm Kendra.
- Susan. - I'm gonna get my stuff.
I know how this looks, but there's nothing between us.
- Kendra's just an old friend. - Old friend.
- Yeah, you know... - Yeah, yeah.
No, actually, no, I don't know.
By old friend you mean college pal? Saved you from drowning?
- It's hard to explain. - Could you give it a shot?
Mike, I'm gonna go upstairs and take a shower.
Look, I promise I'll make this up to you.
- And... you look amazing. - Mike! Where are the towels?
Thanks.
Hey. How was your big date?
Mike had to reschedule.
Oh. Because of the hot girl?
With the suitcase? Over there?
Gosh, how devastating for you... F.Y.I.
I just want to move this place fast. I'll do whatever we have to do.
That's good to know.
You'll have to disclose the fact that your wife killed herself in the house.
- I will? - Oh, yeah. Legal crap.
People get really freaked out by suicides.
You can't blame them. Hell. I get the willies just standing here.
- Is there any way to get around it? - Off the record?
Yeah.
You could say that she shot herself in the living room
and then crawled out back to die.
I'm just saying.
Oh, I gotta go. I'll call you tomorrow.
Edie, wait!
Paul had always known
Edie Britt was capable of doing anything to close a deal.
But now he realized she was capable of so much more.
- Hey, Danielle. - Hey, Mrs. Solis.
Oh, Danielle, remember when you said you wanted to be a model?
You remember? That was last summer.
Perchik Modeling Academy has an opening for their summer program.
- Would you like me to sponsor you? - That's one of the best schools.
- You would do that for me? - I sure would.
I would so love to go to New York.
Oh, and I would so love to help you get there.
- Hey, Jordana. - Hey, Lynette. How are you?
You look a little tired. Is everything OK?
I'm getting ready for a dinner party tomorrow. Six people.
- Sounds fun. - Big fun.
You wouldn't have any of your kids' ADD medication you could spare,
- just to get me over the hump? - Tina! Don't push your sister.
Gosh, Lynette... I'm really running low.
I need all my energy I can get.
My sister Elaine and her kids are flying into town for a week.
That's exciting. I wish my sister would visit more often.
Yeah, sisters are great.
Three or four pills. I'm hitting the wall.
Yeah, the comedown can be a real bitch. I wish I could help.
- I'm not gonna forget about this. - What's that supposed to mean?
Come Girl Scout cookie time, don't bring around little Tina
because we won't be home.
What's all this about?
You know your mother and I have been unhappy for a while.
We've decided that it would be better if we got divorced.
But whatever problems we have,
it doesn't change the fact that we love you very, very much.
- I've got a question. - Go ahead. Ask whatever you want.
Can I live with Dad?
Come on, Mom, let's face it. We drive each other crazy.
Danielle, would you prefer to live with your father?
I don't really care, as long as I have my own bathroom.
Um... all this, um... wine is, uh... giving me a... headache.
Six weeks in the suburban jungle, and this is all you got?
There are over 300 families in this subdivision.
It'll take time to check 'em all out.
- Dad said you were ready to quit. - I changed my mind.
This is a gigantic waste of your time and my father's money.
Are you afraid he'll spend your inheritance?
That's not funny.
- Mike, here's the thing. - What?
Dad can't chase ghosts alone.
If you stop, he'll have to accept it's over.
Let me have my father back.
If I quit he'll just hire somebody else.
Not if you tell him there's nothing here to find.
I can't do that.
What happens when your girlfriend finds out
you're not just the sweet, neighborly plumber?
You're lying to her, Mike.
Oh, here it is.
Great. This'll keep the crab dip warm.
It took forever to shell the little buggers.
You shelled your own crabs?
Are you doing too much? 'Cause you look exhausted.
I'm fine. I just need some coffee. Thank you.
Oh, my God! Look at this embroidery!
"Dana." Where did this come from?
Paul Young's garage sale.
Dana.
Dana was a baby.
Surprise.
- No way! - It's all yours. Here are the keys.
- Rex, what's this about? - I went and splurged a little.
Oh, Danielle, here's your present.
- Luggage? - Yeah.
It's to take to the Perchik Modeling Academy. I'm footing the bill.
- I can go to New York? - Wait a minute.
- What's this about a modeling academy? - Mrs. Solis is sponsoring me.
When were you planning on telling me?
I think it's a great idea.
Don't you two see what he's doing? He's trying to buy your love.
For God's sake. Don't be paranoid.
A car? A modeling academy?
You should have discussed these gifts with me first. We cannot accept them.
You can't let her do this.
We just told the kids we're getting divorced.
- It's time to spoil them a little. - I said no.
You know what? They're my kids too, and I can give them anything I want.
There you go.
- Thank you, Daddy. - Yes.
Did you offer to help Danielle get into modeling school?
What? Uh... yes... No.
Um... Is that how she heard it?
Yes. Gabrielle, did you or did you not offer to sponsor her?
- I just wanted to help out. - It's in New York!
Why would you suggest that?
It's her dream. Don't you want her to be happy?
No. And I would appreciate you keeping your ridiculous ideas to yourself.
Bree!
John.
John!
You're so jealous of Danielle you tried to ship her off?
I'm not jealous. I just don't like to share.
Well, you know what? I quit. The yard. Us. Everything.
Oh, don't be that way.
What's the point, if we can never be together? An hour here and there.
I don't want us to end on a bad note. Carlos has this black tie thing...
- Mrs. Solis! - John, please.
What we had was so special.
I think it deserves a proper goodbye.
We'd, um... We'd still be over, though.
Of course.
- I knew this was a good idea. - Thank you for suggesting it.
Your boys are the only ones who could tire out Timmy.
- Yep, he's a feisty one.
Word on the street is, um, you medicate Timmy.
Oh, yeah. For his ADD.
- The pills have been a godsend. - I bet.
Can I use your bathroom?
As Lynette swallowed the stolen medication of an eight-year-old child,
she vowed she'd never again sink to such depths.
Any time soon.
Looks like you've got your blackmailer.
- Is it time to bring in the police? - That's not really an option for me.
Hm.
Before my wife shot herself, we lived a life that I was proud of.
We loved each other. We had values. We went to church.
We gave to charity. We were good people, Mr. Shaw.
Oh, I believe you.
That's why it's so incomprehensible that Edie Britt would try to destroy us.
Well, you've suffered a great loss.
For your pain to heal, that's gonna take some time.
I can't wait.
I need help now.
For five grand she's hurt, ten grand she's gone.
- Mom, what's going on? - Oh, I'm throwing you out.
I've separated all your things.
This side is yours, Danielle, and the other one is Andrew's.
- OK, you've lost it. - Where are we supposed to live?
I don't know. Everything in the north quadrant of yours is clothes and books.
The south side are miscellaneous items.
Mom, this isn't gonna work. I'm not giving up my car.
That's smart. You'll probably have to sleep in it for a while.
You can't stop us from going inside the house.
No? That's Mr. Conlin, the locksmith. He's been very helpful today.
I could give you the new keys if you'd adhere to my rules,
which include giving back your father's gifts.
OK, fine. You win. I won't go to New York.
I'm outta here.
Oh, hello. Welcome. I'm Edie. How do you do?
An open house in the suburbs? This is beyond kitsch.
This is one of the houses I've had a hard time getting into.
God, I wish you would let this go.
I'm taking you out tonight. There's this cowboy bar you need to see.
Why?
It's the last place anybody ever saw your sister.
Susan. What brings you here?
I just wanted to say goodbye to Mary Alice's house
- before somebody else moved in. - Aw.
That sounds almost plausible.
- I beg your pardon? - Oh, come on.
We both know why you're here.
And the answer is yes, they are having sex. No question.
- They're just friends. - Hm. Think so?
They're going to the Saddle Ranch tonight for drinks and dancing.
Friends can do that.
Oh, my God, I just want to slap and shake you.
Where did you say they were going tonight?
Why did I let you talk me into coming here?
There is obviously nothing going on between them.
- Where are you going? - To the bathroom then home.
- I don't want Mike to catch me. - It's only been ten minutes.
She could be waiting to make her move.
You're not gonna beat a girl like that by knocking off early.
- It's not a competition. - The hell it isn't.
Good night, Edie.
Suit yourself. But for the record... I was rooting for you to land him.
And why would you root for me?
I figured it'd be easier for me to steal Mike from you than her.
She seems like fun.
- Just take some antacid. - It's not those kind of cramps.
This is a business dinner. It's important.
- Relax.
You and I can go alone. Gabrielle can stay here and get better.
- Fine. See you in a couple of hours. - OK.
- Take good care of Carlos. - Oh, I always do.
- Yee-hah! - Go, Edie!
Woo-hoo!
Oh, God.
Mike!
What a small, small world.
Yeah, it sure is. I caught Edie hiding in the back.
No kidding. Is she here?
Yeah. Yeah, she said, "The jig is up," and then she went to ride the bull.
- And she said you two came together. - Oh, well, yeah.
We did. I just thought she left.
- Were you following me? - What?
No! No, I just came here, you know, with Edie.
We just love to ride that bull.
- You? Ride the bull? - Yeah. Yeah, it's a real rush.
Come on, Susan. Give me a break.
You give me a break. I did not follow you here.
Even if I did, it's just because you've been secretive about Kendra.
- Kendra and I are friends. - And I came here to ride the bull.
Whoo! We got another one to ride the bull!
OK, little doggie, you're up.
Oh, fun. I'm a doggie.
Oh, yeah. I'm here to ride this bull.
Check it out. Whoo!
Yeah! Whoo!
Baby! Whoo!
Andrew, you promised you'd stay with your mother.
Dad, she wants me out. She put all my stuff on the front lawn.
This is ridiculous. I'm gonna call her and smooth all this out.
- You're going home. - Dad, why?
Now I can live with you without guilt.
It'll be like our own little bachelor pad.
- What? - Son, that's not gonna happen.
- Why not? - Andrew...
These last few months have been incredibly difficult for me.
There are things I've got to work out
and I can't do it if you're living with me. I'm sorry.
I don't care. I'm not going back there.
- I don't think you have a choice. - But, Dad...
Uh-uh.
Oh, come on now. Don't...
Heath? Yeah, it's me.
Do you still have your fake ID?
I've got to go home and kiss my mother's ass and I'm not going to do it sober.
- ... more than I needed to know.
He was in shock. He was totally shocked.
He said, "Congressman, this was not the vote. You voted already."
- That's what it was. - I love that one!
Oh, the desserts look wonderful.
- Do you need any help? - I got it covered. No problem.
OK, Scavo. You're up. Let's hear this genius idea of yours.
OK. Uh...
OK.
The single greatest obstacle facing Spotless Scrub is a lack of visibility.
We need to concentrate ad spending
in places where women spend the majority of their time.
For example, large chain grocery stores.
Picture Spotless Scrub ads on the side of every mother's shopping cart.
- Interesting. - You know what'd be better?
- Dry-cleaning bags. - What?
No, hear me out.
Put a big ad between a woman and her cashmere sweater.
- You'll get her attention. - I'm in the middle of a thing here.
Oh!
She's got a point. I would notice that.
And those dry-cleaning bags hang in our closets forever.
- So it is like constant advertising. - Exactly!
- Maybe we can work that in... - This is a fantastic idea.
- Can we go nationwide with this? - Start by targeting the top chain.
Then branch out from there. Boom, boom, boom. Mass saturation.
And you know what else would be great?
While Lynette was commanding everyone's attention...
Susan was trying to remain inconspicuous.
Everybody's looking at me, aren't they?
Just the slapstick fans.
Oh, God, why couldn't I have just been knocked unconscious?
- Beer? - Absolutely.
Oh.
Ow! Ow, ow.
- Susan, this is Kendra. - We've been introduced.
No. We've been friends for years.
She's here on a visit.
- That's it. - It's true.
I have no designs on this man whatsoever.
I'll be right back.
- Sorry about the misunderstanding. - Me, too.
So how long have you two been seeing each other?
Well, you sort of interrupted our first date.
But up until then, smoking-hot tension.
- Sounds pathetic, I know. - No, it's good to take it slow.
You'd be smart to be careful.
- Any particular reason? - Look...
Mike's a wonderful guy. Really.
But you should ask him why he moved to Wisteria Lane.
It's one hell of a story.
Here. Got some ice.
- There you go. - Thanks.
Well, it's been fun. Thanks, guys. See you later.
Hoo-wee!
- Good evening. - Good evening.
Have a seat.
I could get used to this whole closure thing.
I love long goodbyes.
Wait around the corner. I'll be right back.
Smile, Gabrielle.
Well, that's it, then.
What are you doing? She had a camera. We've got to catch her.
Mrs. Solis, your husband's going to kill us. Come on!
- Leave me alone. - Give me that camera!
- I'm not kidding, old woman! - Stay away from me! Don't touch me!
No.
No, you go home. I'll take care of this.
And you were never here. Go.
Go!
Did you see that? A guy came barreling around the corner and just hit her.
- Do you have a cell phone? - Yeah.
Call 911.
- What happened? - Is she breathing?
As Juanita tetered dangerously close to the white light,
Lynette and Tom were headed into a black hole.
I was just participating.
Your participation was supposed to be limited to making dinner,
not making my ideas look bad.
Maybe you need better ideas.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.
No, we both know that your career
was going better than mine before we had kids.
- You never let me forget that. - That is not fair.
You were always competing with me, and judging by tonight, you still are.
Tom, I am sorry about tonight. Truly.
But if I'm competing it's with the Bree Van De Kamps of the world,
with their spotless kitchens and their perfect kids,
who throw fabulous parties where nothing ever goes wrong.
I try so hard to keep up but I can't.
And when you work on a pitch, I am reminded of a world I left behind,
where I was the winner and people tried to keep up with me.
I can't go back, I can't win where I am.
I am stuck in the middle and it is really starting to get to me.
Whoa! For your information, I thought you threw an amazing dinner party.
I was thrilled. I don't know how you pulled it all together.
- Yeah, well... - And whether you believe it or not,
everyone who knows you thinks that you are a great wife and mother.
- No, they don't. - Yes, they do.
Especially me.
Thanks.
What's wrong with your eyes?
Nothing. I'm tired.
- Turn around. I want to look at you. - I'm fine.
What's going on outside?
Right there.
Thank God you're here. Will you take care of Gabrielle for a minute?
All right.
Oh, Andrew. Thank God you're back. I need your help, honey.
There's been an accident.
Andrew?
Mama?
Andrew!
Rex, you need to come home.
Something's happened and we need you.
Competition. It means different things to different people.
But whether it's a friendly rivalry
or a fight to the death...
Cheers.
...the end result is the same.
There will be winners...
and there will be losers.
Of course, the trick is...
to know which battles to fight.
You se,
no victory comes without a price.