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Screen caps taken with permission from Wisteria Lane.

"Tom Scavo" - Doug Savant
"Mama Solis" - Lupe Ontiveros
"Man" - Bob Gunton
"Officer Rick Thompson" - Steven Eckholdt
"Mr. Lenz  - Harry S. Murphy
"Preston Scavo" - Brent Kinsman
"Porter Scavo" - Shane Kinsman
"Shonda" - Shania Accius
"Patrolman" - Mark Brady
"Ida Greenberg" - Pat Crawford Brown
"Saleswoman" - Laura Milby
"Mrs. Frome" - Betty Murphy
"Helen Vale" - Lorna Scott
"Bob Fisk" - Cheyenne Wilbur

Written by: Alexandra Cunningham
Directed by: Arlene Sanford

A woman walks to her mailbox, smiling at a passing bicylist.

"Every neighborhood has a woman like Alberta Frome. And every woman like Mrs. Frome has a cat. When she traveled, Mrs. From would arrange for friends to look after her beloved cat. This time however, she was forced to ask her neighbor, Susan Mayer. Mrs. Frome liked Susan. But it was common knowledge on Wisteria Lane: where Susan Mayer went, bad luck was sure to follow. Her misfortunes ranged from the commonplace..."

Susan backs up her car, knocking down the trashcan.

"to the unusual..."

Susan is at party, talking, when she leans against a table. It collapses, and she with it, landing face first in the cake that was on the table.

"to the truly bizarre."

"As she waved good bye, she worried that Susan's streak of bad luck would continue. For that matter, so did her cat."

At night, Susan and Julie enter Mrs. Frome's house.

Susan: "Mr. Whiskers!"
Julie: "Kitty"
Susan: "Dinnertime!"
Julie: "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!"

Susan walks around the kitchen counter and notices that drawers are open.

Susan: "That's weird. Cats can't open drawers can they?"
Julie: "Are you sure you didn't leave them open this morning?"
Susan: "No, why?"
Julie: "Wow. Do you think somebody broke in?"

At the same time, they both notice a screwdriver lying on the counter. They stare at it, then start calling the cat's name frantically.

As they walk off, a door off to the kitchen opens, and a man walks out. His face is in the shadows. He slips out the front door quietly, with Mr. Whiskers following him.

A few seconds later, the door opens again and Mr. Whiskers is placed back inside of the house.

"Though she didn't know it at the time, Susan's luck had finally started to change."

Credits

"News that an intruder had breached the security of Wisteria Lane had spread like wildfire. At a neighborhood watch meeting the next night, residents voiced their concerns over the increasing dangers their community faced.

Mrs. Ida Greenberg announced someone was looking through her bathroom window whenever she took a shower. Bob Fisk warned those present that an unnamed government agency was listening in on their phone conversations. Helen Vale spoke of a ruthless local teenage gang that had egged her minivan."

A handsome policeman stands in front of a group of neighbors, giving safety advice.

"The evening concluded with Officer Thompson offering safety tips and a plan of action."

As Office Thompson speaks, Susan turns in her chair to find Mike. She sees him and waves. He nods back, stone-faced. She turns back around.

Officer Thompson: "But opportunity, you have some control over. So you can sign up for either daily or nightly patrols. I know that might seem like overkill, but I guarantee, regular surveillance will deter even the most determined criminal. Are there any other questions? All right, then. Let's be careful out there."

Everyone claps.

Susan goes up to Office Thompson.

Susan: "Actually, I do have a question. Do you have a second?"
Office Thompson: "Sure. How can I help?"
Susan: "Um, I'm the one who discovered the break-in and I think I found some evience."
Office Thompson: "Evidence?"
Susan: "I think this is a screwdriver left behind by the burgeler."

She hands him the screwdriver in a plastic bag.

Susan: "And I didn't touch it."
Office Thompson: "Why didn't you give this to the investigating officers?"
Susan: "I tried and they sort of laughed at me because apparently nothing was taken from Mrs. Frome's house."
Office Thompson: "Well, I apologize for that. That was totally unprofessional."
Susan: "Thank you. So you think it shoudl be dusted for prints?"
Office Thompson: "Yes. And I'll make sure it gets done."
Susan: "Great."

Mike looks over at them as they talk, not happy.

Susan leaves and Officer Thompson watches her go, with a smile on his face.

Later, the women help clean up as Lynette sees the last neighbor out. Her twins are hitting each other with pillows on the couch.

Lynette: "Boys, stop it. Go to bed."
Twin: "But we're not tired."
Lynette: "Well, at least go upstairs!"
Twin: "We wanna play!"
Lynette: "Hey, look!"

She takes a bag of chips and dangles it in front of them. They grab for it and she throws it up the stairs.

Lynette: "Go! Go, go!"

Lynette turns around to find Bree staring at her. Bree raises her hands in surrender and turns away.

In the kitchen, Gabrielle and Susan are putting away food.

Gabrielle: "So why weren't you sitting with Mike tonight? I thought you two were becoming an item."
Susan: "I sort of thought so, too. I'm getting a lot of mixed signals."
Gabrielle: "I'll tell you who wasn't giving mixed signals was that sexy Officer Thompson. He was staring at you all night."
Susan: "You noticed that?"
Gabrielle: "Honey, trust me. When they're not staring at me, I notice."

In the living room...

Lynette: "I really do appreciate you guys staying and helping."
Bree: "Oh, please. I would have hosted it myself, but the kids are going to the mountains tomorrow and there's camping equipment everywhere."
Lynette: "It's nice of you and since we're talking, there's something else nice I'd like you to do. Your kids both went to Barcliff Academy, didn't they?"
Bree: "Yes."
Lynette: "We need you to recommend Porter and Preston. We can't even get an interview."
Bree: "Oh, you, um, want me to recommend the twins?"
Lynette: "Yes. You can tell them how beautifully behaved the boys are."
Bree: "So you want me to lie."
Lynette: "Yeah. I thought that was understood."
Bree: "Well, it's just that I'm very well respected at Barcliff and um, my word won't be good there anymore."
Lynette: "Yes, but by the time they realize their mistake, we'll be in. You're not having any more kids. What do you care?"
Bree: "Well, I had hoped someday to get my grandchildren into Barcliff, but I suppose that doesn't matter to you, does it?"
Lynette: "It really doesn't."

As Susan and Gabrielle open the front door to take out the trash, they hear yelling coming from Zach and Paul's house. All four women stand in the doorway to listen.

Gabrielle: "Paul and Zach are fighting again."
Lynette: "It's the second time this week. They never used to fight like that when Mary Alice was alive."
Susan: "It's a shame. They used to be such a happy family."
Bree: "Just because you didn't hear them fighting doesn't mean they were happy."

The women turn to look at her.

"The next day, as residents began to patrol Wisteria Lane in the hopes of foiling potential burgelers, Gabrielle was about to experience a home invasion of her own."

A cab pulls up into the Solis's driveway as Gabrielle comes down the walk. An older woman gets out of the cab.

Gabrielle: "Mama Solis! What, what are you doing here?"
Mama Solis: "I came to visit my son and daughter-in-law. What does it look like?"
Gabrielle: "Does Carlos know you're coming?"
Mama Solis: "No. He likes to be surprised." She opens her arms for a hug. "Now, come. Gabrielle."

They hug.

Mama Solis: "Family should always hug. [whispers into Gabrielle's ear] Regardless of how they feel about each other."

She walks away, leaving Gabrielle to deal with the luggage.

Barcliff Academy

Mr. Lance opens up a file on Preston Scavo. As he looks it over, Lynette and Tom sit nervously in front of his desk. Tom notices that the man has a lot of pictures of his boat on his desk.

Tom: "Wow. Uh, she's a beauty. A thirty-footer?"
Mr. Lance: "Thirty-two."
Tom: "Sweet. I sail. How about that. I got a flying scott."
Mr. Lance: "Well, we have several yachting enthusiasts at Barcliff Academy. I'd be happy to introduce them to you."
Lynette: "Oh, that sounds great."
Tom: "Wonderful."
Mr. Lance: "If we decide to enroll your children. To be honest, Mr. and Mrs. Scavo, your children's educational background is a bit more common than we would prefer. But Mrs. Van De Kamp mentioned that they were identical twins?"
Lynette: "Yes. Completely identical. You can't tell them apart. They're like bookends."
Mr. Lance: "We do strive for diversity here at Barcliff. Identical twins could make for an interesting addition."
Lynette: "The boys are fascinating. They even have their own twin secret language, don't they Tom?"
Tom: "Yeah, yeah, it's pretty scary."
Lynette: "Not, not really so much scary as highly developed."
Tom: "Yeah, they, they, they, bark and growl at each other."
Lynette: "Mr. Lance was trying to say something. Go ahead, Mr. Lance."
Mr. Lance: "I'd love to meet these twins of yours. I tell you what. I'm going to put them on our must-meet list."
Tom: "Terrific."
Lynette: "Thank you so much. What is a must-meet list?"
Mr. Lance: "We bring them in for observation."
Lynette: "Observation?"
Mr. Lance: "Mmm hmm. To see how they play with the other children. How they respond to authority. That sort of thing."
Tom: "Great."
Lynette: "That sounds wonderful."

They nod to each other.

Bree's House

Bree is fixing lunch in the kitchen when Rex walks in.

Rex: "Hey."
Bree: "Hi."
Rex: "Kids ready?"
Bree: "Almost. Thanks again for driving them to the bus."
Rex: "Happy to do it. I miss 'em."
Bree: "Did you hear there was a break in at Mrs. Frome's the other night?"
Rex: "Yeah. I heard they didn't take anything."
Bree: "Well, that doesn't make it any less frightening. I mean, he could have been a sexual predator."
Rex: "And he ended up at Mrs. Frome's? That would have been a lose-lose situation."
Bree: "Rex. That's not the point. The point is, I don't feel safe. And I was wondering if you could spend the night."
Rex: "You're in the NRA. You own, like, four guns. If someone broke in, I'd expect you to protect me."
Bree: "Rex. The truth is, with the kids gone, I'll be all by myself in this house for the first time in seventeen years."
Rex: "Honey, I know it's hard to hear, but the marriage counseling might not work out. You need to get used to being alone."
Bree: "You're right. That was hard to hear."

He takes a sandwich and Bree grabs it out of his hand.

Rex: "What are you doing?"
Bree: "That is for the kids trip."
Rex: "Oh, come on. I'm, I'm staying at a motel. I haven't had a decent meal in weeks."
Bree: "Honey! The marriage counseling might not work out. You need to get used to bad cooking."

She walks out.

Outside Susan's House

Susan is watering her lawn when a cop car slows down and stops.

Officer Thompson: "Hey. Screwdriver girl. I just came by to tell you that I took your evidence into the lab for fingerprints."
Susan: "Oh, really? That's great."
Officer Thompson: "So I'll call you if I hear something."
Susan: "Okay."

Susan: "Ooh! Sorry.
Officer Thompson: "Thanks. Um, actually, I'd like to call you anyway, if -- if that's okay."
Susan: "Oh. You seem like a really sweet guy in an interesting line of work, but I am not really available."
Officer Thompson: "Oh. Oh. You have a boyfriend?"
Susan: "Yeah, sort of."
Officer Thompson: "Sort of."
Susan: "It's hard to explain...even to myself."
Woman on Radio: "Unit 23, we have a 907a in progress at Stone and Maple. Please respond."
Officer Thompson: "10-4. I'm on my way. I've got to go. Apparently,there's a hostage situation."
Susan: "Oh, wow."
Officer Thompson: "So you're really turning me down. Boy, my self-esteem can't take this."
Susan: "I'm sorry."
Officer Thompson: "No, it's just now my ability to help those hostages has been compromised. Still, don't, don't blame yourself for what might happen."
Susan: "Blame myself."
Officer Thompson: "Yeah, well, it's just hard to rescue folks when you don't feel good about yourself. Ah, they'll probably all die anyway."
Susan: "Okay, fine. I'll go out with you."
Officer Thompson: "Great. I'll call you."
Susan: "Now that you've gotten your date, you can tell me what that really means -- that 907a."
Officer Thompson: "Someone's TV was playing too loud."
Susan: "Well, thank God for the thin blue line."
Officer Thompson: "I'll call you."

Susan turns back to water her lawn and manages to spray herself with water.

Susan: "Ooh! Oh."

Gabrielle's House

Mama Solis and Carlos talk in the living room.

Mama Solis: "Cómo estami tía tenchita, hmm?"
Carlos: "Esta bien."

Gabrielle walks past them to go outside.

Gabrielle: "I'll be outside doing my yoga."
Carlos: "Mama, sietate. I'll be right back. Do you have to do that now? My mother's here."
Gabrielle: "Hey, I'm not going to stop my life just because she decides to show up unannounced, I might add."
Carlos: "She's family. She doesn't need an invitation."
Gabrielle: "Yeah, well, whatever. It's rude."

Carlos goes back inside to where Mama Solis is knitting.

Carlos: "That's real pretty, mama. You were always good with your hands."
Mama Solis: "So, mijo, I assume you didn't insist that I travel 2,000 miles for small talk. So why am I here?"
Carlos: "She...is unhappy."
Mama Solis: "Mm-hmm."
Carlos: "I've given her everything she ever wanted, but it doesn't seem to make a difference, and I feel her drifting further and further away. And lately I've started thinking that maybe..."
Mama Solis: "So you think she's cheating on you?"
Carlos: "I think so."

He starts crying and Mama Solis slaps him across the face.

Mama Solis: "We can talk about your problems, but I'm not going to have any of that."
Carlos: "Si."
Mama Solis: "Do you have any proof?"
Carlos: "No, it's -- It's just a feeling."
Mama Solis: "I had that feeling with your father and that whore waitress, and I was right. Always trust your feelings."
Carlos: "So what do I do?"
Mama Solis: "You don't do anything. I'll take care of it."
Carlos: "Thank you, mama."
Mama Solis: "I'm sorry I had to hit you, but we're strong people, and we don't cry about our problems. We find ways to fix them."

Lynette's House

"While the residents of Wisteria Lane kept up their patrols in an effort to prevent future break-ins, Lynette hatched a plan to break her children into Barcliff Academy."

Lynette: "Boys? Wake up. Come on. We're going to have some fun today. Come on. Yeah. Hey."
Twins: "Hi."

She puts them to work at various activities, from running, to pulling her on a sled, to digging a hole in the front yard.

Lynette: "Come on, I bet you can beat me! Come on! Go, go, go! Come on! Yes, yes -- mush, doggies, mush! Mush, mush, mush!"
Twin: "Mom, I'm tired. How long do we have to do this?"
Lynette: "Hey, if I can still see your head, the pool's not deep enough."

Barcliff Academy

Porter and Parker are seated quietly at a table, working silently on puzzles. One of the twins puts his head down on the table. Lynette and the man from the school watch the boys through a window.

Mr. Lance: "Are your boys usually so docile?"
Lynette: "They're always a little shy at first. Look at that concentration. Porter loves his puzzles."
Mr. Lance: "Hmm."

Gabrielle's House

As Gabrielle and Mama Solis sit in front of the TV, watching a soap opera, Gabrielle's cell phone chirps and she looks at the display, which reads "Meet me at the hotel."

Gabrielle: "Mama, I'll be right back. I'm going to the store."
Mama Solis: "Gabrielle. I'm coming with you. I want to make some tamales for Carlos."
Gabrielle: "No, no, Juanita, I'm not going to the supermarket. I'm going to the lingerie store."
Mama Solis: "Good. I need some bras."
Gabrielle: "I'm going to be a while. And I, I might get a facial."
Mama Solis: "I have a face."

Outside of Mike's House

Susan walks up to Mike, who's carrying things in from his SUV.

Susan: "Hey, Mike."
Mike: "Hey. How's it going?"
Susan: "Good, good. Just came by to say hello."
Mike: "Hello."
Susan: "So you remember the cop from the neighborhood watch meeting? Uh, he agreed to run a fingerprint check on the screwdriver I found at Mrs. Frome's house."
Mike: "He did? Nothing was taken."
Susan: "Still, somebody broke in. It is a crime. So the weird thing is the cop asked me out on a date."
Mike: "Oh?"
Susan: "And I sort of said yes. I was just curious what you thought about that."
Mike: "You're asking my permission to go out with him?"
Susan: "No, no, I just, uh...was wondering your opinion."
Mike: "Well, I don't really have one."
Susan: "Okay. Great. Fine. Thank you."
Mike: "Susan, wait, wait. I...look, I'm sorry. My life is just...really complicated right now."
Susan: "You don't have to explain."
Mike: "Susan."
Susan: "It's complicated. I get it."

She walks away.

Mike goes back into his garage and moves away the box he had been carrying earlier, revealing a set of screwdrivers, one of which is obviously missing.

Paul and Zach Young's House

Bree knocks on their front door, which is cracked open. She peeks her head in and sees Zach sitting on the floor with cleaning supplies, cleaning a stain on the floor.

Bree: "Paul? Paul! Oh, hi, Zachary. I'm sorry. The door was open, and..."
Zach: "It's okay. You can come in."
Bree: "Is your, uh, father here? We were scheduled to do a patrol today."
Zach: "He had to go out of town -- again."
Bree: "Oh. Well, I guess I can do it by myself. Wow. This place is just immaculate."
Zach: "My mom liked things clean."
Bree: "Zach, she would be very proud of you. [she gasps] What happened to your varnish?"
Zach: "That's where my mother died. I messed up the floor trying to get out the blood."
Bree: "Oh."
Zach: "I'll let my dad know that you stopped by."
Bree: "Okay. [she turns to go, then turns back around] Zach...do you have plans for dinner?"

Mall

Gabrielle and Mama Solis browse through the racks of lingerie.

Mama Solis: "So you shop a lot, huh?"
Gabrielle: "Yeah. So?"
Mama Solis: "Most women that shop a lot, it's because they don't have anything better to do."
Gabrielle: "What's your point?"
Mama Solis: "Well, if you had children..."
Gabrielle: "Here we go."
Mama Solis: "I'm just saying that children give your life a purpose. You get so busy taking care of them that you don't have any time to wonder if you're happy."
Gabrielle: "You know, Juanita, this is so like you. I invite you on a nice shopping trip, and you find ways to upset me."
Mama Solis: "Oh, you didn't invite me. I invited myself. You keep looking at your watch. Is there someplace you have to be?"
Gabrielle: "No! You know, and for the record, I am not one of those women who has a hole in her heart that can only be filled by a baby. I like my life a lot. It's very fulfilling."

She walks off. Mama Solis looks at another woman who was watching the whole thing.

Mama Solis: "Excuse my daughter-in-law. She's very fulfilled."

Lynette's Front Yard

As Susan and Lynette talk, Lynette shovels dirt into the holes that her children made earlier.

Lynette: "So, he just blew you off?"
Susan: "I told him another man asked me out. It was the perfect opportunity for Mike to be jealous, and nothing."
Lynette: "Did you bat your eyes? You know, it doesn't work if you don't bat your eyes."
Susan: "Honey, I batted everything that wasn't nailed down. I'm telling you, nothing."

She hands Lynette the bottle of water she's drinking.

Lynette: "Oh, thanks."
Susan: "So what's going on there?"
Lynette: "Mm. Gophers."
Susan: "Wow."
Lynette: "Listen, I'm sorry about Mike. I know how much you like him."
Susan: "Ah, maybe it's my fault. Maybe I just imagined an entire relationship with this man that didn't exist."
Lynette: "There has been flirting. I have seen it."
Susan: "Yeah, and the flirting made me think that he was kind and trustworthy and honest and hygienic. That's how it is with me -- a guy just smiles at me three times, and I'm picking out wedding china. I'm a mess."
Lynette: "But to be fair,that's part of your charm."
Susan: "That's what happened with Carl. I only dated him a couple of months, I filled in the blanks, I married him. It was a disaster."
Lynette: "You think Mike is a Carl in disguise?"
Susan: "I don't know. What does that mean, anyway,'my life is complicated'?"

Children's Soccer Field

An older man sits at a park bench, watching children on the field playing soccer.

Mike comes up to him and sits down next to him.

Man: "If I wanted to sit around and wait for nothing, I could do it on the can. You're late. What's with the face?"
Mike: "I screwed up. I broke into the Frome house and almost got caught."
Man: "What's almost?"
Mike: "I accidentally left something behind with my prints on it."
Man: "Did you ever hear of gloves?"
Mike: "It's the suburbs. I didn't think it'd matter. Anyway, the police are running a check, and I'm in the system. I got to pull up stakes before they come looking for me."

They sit, watching the children yell and laugh.

Man: "That's a sweet sound -- laughter like that, huh? Pisses me off. If and when your cover is blown, you disappear. Until then, you keep fixing the neighbors' pipes."
Mike: "The more time I spend in this town, the more I think we're making a mistake. These are nice people."
Man: "My money says one of 'em isn't."

A soccer ball comes rolling up to him and he stops it with his foot. A young boy comes running up for him.

Man: "Whoa."
Boy: "Thanks." He runs off.
Man (to Mike): "No more screwups."

Gabrielle's House

Gabrielle and Mama Solis are watching a soap opera. Mama Solis is very into it and Gabrielle is disgusted.

Gabrielle: "I'm getting something to drink. Do you want something?"
Mama Solis: "Shh."

Gabrielle sneaks out to a shed on her lawn. Mrs. Solis doesn't notice. John is there.

Gabrielle: "Look, don't be mad."
John: "I waited at that motel for three hours for you. I had to use a month's worth of lunch money to pay for that room."
Gabrielle: "It's not my fault. Juanita hasn't let me out of her sight since she's gotten here."
John: "Really? Well, I don't see her now."
Gabrielle: "She's watching her Mexican soap opera. The rebel's virgin daughter's about to be seduced by the escaped desperado. So until she puts out...Juanita won't even know that I'm gone. Come on. I said I was sorry."
John: "You know, just so you know, I've turned down half the pep squad for you."
Gabrielle (laughing): "You can't be serious."
John: "No. You know,I'm starting to think that maybe I should be with someone my own age."
Gabrielle: "Well, I thought teenage girls bored you, John. I thought what we had was beyond that."
John: "So did I."
Gabrielle: "So then why do you want to go back to something you don't want?"
John: "I don't know."
Gabrielle: "Maybe you're tired of me."
John: "No. I want to be with you."
Gabrielle: "Then why are we arguing?"
Juanita (calling from outside of the shed): "Gabrielle!"
Gabrielle: "Damn it! The virgin gave it up already?"
John: "I want you so bad. When can I see you again?"
Gabrielle: "Tomorrow. Meet me at the front entrance of the mall after school."
John: "What about your mother-in-law?"
Gabrielle: "Don't worry. I'll think of something."
Juanita: "Gabrielle! Gabrielle!"
Gabrielle: "Coming!"

Lynette's House

Tom: "A donation? Now Barcliff wants a donation?"
Lynette: "Apparently we're in competition with one other family. A generous donation will ensure our kids beat 'em out."
Tom: "How generous?"
Lynette: "Fifteen thousand."
Tom: "We don't have that."
Lynette: "And that's what I told them."
Tom: "So what do we do? Public school is out unless we move to a new district."
Lynette: "We're not moving."
Tom: "Maybe it's time that we look into homeschooling."
Lynette: "I know you did not just say that."
Tom: "Honey, it's, it's, it's got its advantages. You know, kids in home school do better in their later years."
Lynette: "They won't make it to their later years if I have to spend all day with them."
Tom: "Honey, sometimes you just -- you got to make the sacrifice. It's probably the best thing for the kids."
Lynette: "Why don't we just put them back in me and cook 'em until they're civilized?"
Tom: "You'd be cool with that?"

They laugh.

Bree's House

Bree and Zach are sitting at the dining room table, eating dinner together.

Zach: "I've never had plum pudding before."
Bree: "I'm serving it this year for Christmas. I like to try out new recipes before the actual holiday. That way if the cookbook's gotten it wrong, I can fix it."
Zach: "You must really like Christmas. You and Mr. Van De Kamp always have the best decorations on your lawn."
Bree: "I adore the holidays. I never get depressed if there's a beautifully decorated tree to look at."
Zach: "My mom and I would always decorate our tree together. This Christmas is going to be weird."
Bree: "Zach. You know, my mother died when I was young. She was hit by a car."
Zach: "Oh."
Bree: "It was, um, right before Christmas, as a matter of fact. We were all singing carols, and the dog was howling because everybody in my family sings off-key, except for me. Anyway, it was just a terrible ruckus. So, well, no one noticed when my mother went across the street to give the neighbors a gift. And the next thing we heard were brakes screeching."
Zach: "Wow."
Bree: "Most of my family went to the hospital, but I stayed home because I was so young. When I looked out the window, I saw all of my mother's blood on the street, and nobody was doing anything about it, so I got a hose, and I washed it off, and once it was clean, I felt so much better. I never told anyone that story before."
Zach: "Those are the most interesting ones -- the stories that we never tell anyone."
Bree: "Yeah, you're probably right."
Zach: "I have one. It's more of a secret, really. I know why my mom killed herself."
Bree: "You do?"
Zach: "It was something I did -- something bad."
Bree: "What did you do, Zach? Zach, sweetheart."
Zach: "No. I should -- I, I'd better not. I shouldn't have said anything. I shouldn't -- I shouldn't have done this. I'm sorry. If my dad found out --"
Bree: "I won't tell your father. I promise."
Zach: "I-I can't get you in trouble."
Bree: "Zachary, it's all right."

Outside, the next day