"Previously on..." ""Desperate Housewives"" "Renee had good news." "We're getting married." "Oh, how wonderful." "Gaby's talent for shopping became an opportunity." "The personal shopper job?" "For you, my dear, it is a calling." "Things heated up between Tom and Lynette." " Oh, my God." "I'm on fire!" " Oh!" "Aah!" "Oh!" "M.J. and Susan began their recovery after Mike's death." "Oh, sweetie." "The police questioned Bree and advanced their case." "Judge Kemp just signed off on that warrant." "That was fast." "Sooner I can prove she's guilty, sooner I can watch her pay for it." "When it came to throwing a bridal shower," "Bree Van de Kamp believed that everything should be done with taste and dignity." "There should be personalized party favors... delicate pastel flowers... elegant refreshments... and she insisted on traditional gifts, even if they received an untraditional response." "What the hell?" "Mixing bowls?" "Nesting mixing bowls." "Come on." "This is a shower." "Isn't there one gift over there that's, uh, you know, buzzing?" "Oh!" "I know just the one." "Oh, here we go." "I use mine all the time." "I used to do it by hand, but this gets the job done so much faster." "Ah." "Now we're talking." "It's a brand-new... immersion blender?" "Now you can puree soups right in the pot." "So is every gift gonna be kitchen-related?" "Well, that's the theme that I had letterpressed on the invitations." "Okay, I might have to send someone out on a beer run." "Well, I am sorry to disappoint you, but if you're looking for that kind of shower, you're in the wrong place." "Oh, Bree, can I talk to you for a second?" "Okay, so I had a feeling your shower might be kind of a dud, so I may have sort of hired a male stripper." "Gaby, you didn't." "There he is, so yay!" "No." "Male strippers are beyond degrading, and I don't choose to be humiliated in my own home." "Now please, get rid of them." "Bree Van de Kamp, we have a warrant for your arrest." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "She also has the right to remain horny." "Listen, change of plans..." "Ma'am, I'm gonna need you to stand aside." "Just take the money and go." "And tell the agency three dumpy strippers does not equal one hot one." "What?" "You're under arrest for the murder of Ramon Sanchez." "What?" "Oh, my God." "Bree, what's going on?" "Oh, I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding." "Is there anything we can do?" "Yes." "I just put the mini quiches in the oven." "Would you be a dear and take them out before they burn?" "Yes, Bree Van de Kamp believed in doing everything with dignity... even in the most undignified of circumstances." "Sometimes no matter how much we plan... things don't turn out the way we expect." "A sterling reputation... may become tarnished." "A clear explanation... might get messy." "An ideal arrangement... could fall apart in a flash." "And one person may end up paying the price... for a crime that everyone thought was shared." "Honey, are you okay?" "Yeah, thanks to Bob." "He bailed me out." " What happened?" "What do they have on you?" " Very little..." "Orson's ridiculous letter, which is inadmissible in court, since he's... gone, and a very cryptic phone conversation which can easily be explained away." "Oh, thank God." "Well, they also have Bree's fingerprint." "On what?" "A button on the victim's shirt." "When we were wrapping him up in the tablecloth," "I noticed that his shirt was unbuttoned." "You tidied up the dead guy?" "I felt it was respectful at the time." "Obviously, I see things differently now." "Wh..." "Well, we're not gonna let her take the blame for this." " Yeah, we're all in this together." " Whoa, whoa." "Whoa." "Whoa." "If we confess, they'll find out about Carlos, and they could put him away forever." "So what?" "We let Bree take the fall for us?" "Yeah, that's not gonna happen." " No, I'm just saying, we should think this through." " Well..." "Ladies, stop." "Nothing is gonna happen to me." "The police have no case." "And of all of us," "I am in the best position to take this on right now." "I have no job, no small children to look after." "But you do have a halo over your head." "Yeah, Bree." "It's incredibly generous." "Bob, you swear you're gonna get her off, right?" "Actually, she needs a criminal defense attorney." "I know the perfect guy." "He's a real shark." "He's not cheap, but he's worth it." "Well, obviously, we're gonna pay for it." " Yes." " You don't have to do that." "No arguing." "You are doing something huge for us." "Well, thank you, but I promise you, it's not going to be huge because nothing is going to happen." "I swear to God, this woman is guilty." "If she walks, I am gonna lose it." "You don't have to convince me, but a jury's a whole nother story." "There's no motive, no connection to the victim." "Then we have to find one, all right?" "Fast." "Are you sure you're not overreacting because she dumped your partner?" "I don't think she just dumped him." "I think she might be the reason Chuck's dead." "Come on." "We need to keep digging." "No." "No way." "Carlos!" "I am not gonna let Bree take the fall for a crime I committed." "Okay." "Wait, wait, wait." "Before you do anything stupid and macho and noble, just sit your ass down and listen to me!" "Or stand your ass there and listen to me." "You can't turn yourself in." "Why not?" "I'm the one who did it." "You've already been to jail twice." "You get a third strike, they're gonna put you away for life." "So what, I'm supposed to send Bree in my place?" "Bree's not going anywhere." "The evidence against her is very flimsy, and we're getting her some hotshot defense attorney." "We?" "Who is "we"?" "The girls and I." "We decided since Bree's in the hot seat, the least we could do is pay her legal fees." "Yeah, a... and I'm all in favor of that, but..." "How are we supposed to afford this?" "I just quit my job and I have a lead on a nonprofit, but it is hardly gonna pay anything." "Okay, relax." "Relax." "Sit down." "Look..." "I'm working now." "No offense, but I don't think personal shoppers make hotshot defense attorney money." "Okay, seriously, you need to keep your mouth shut and lie low until this Bree thing plays out." "I just wish that there was something I could do." "Carlos, look... this is one of those times when the best thing you can do is do nothing." "What about his suits?" "I'm giving it all away." "It's what Mike would've wanted." "I think I'll keep these." "M.J. always says he's gotta fill daddy's shoes." "So if I save a pair, someday... he will know that he did." "Are you crying?" "No." "No." " Can you grab that stuff on the shelf?" " Yeah." "What's this?" "I don't know." "Never seen it before." "Hmm." "I'll grab Mike's keys." "Um, maybe you opening it is not a good idea." "Why not?" "Because it's in your house, in your bedroom, but it's locked." "So maybe Mike didn't want you to know what was in it." "That's ridiculous." "I have a box like this in my house that I would not want Bob to see." "Why?" "What's in it?" "No." "Don't answer that." "It's probably just papers and stuff." "You're probably right, but if it's something else, you may not want to know." "Well, what do you suggest I do?" "Throw it away?" "Keep it on the shelf?" "Okay, how about this... you go make yourself a nice cup of tea," "I will open it, and if it's just papers, I'll tell you?" "And if it's something else?" "I will decide if you should see it." "I'm just trying to protect you, Susan." "Men have secrets." "Mike didn't." "He kinda did." "Hey, thanks for bringing that over." "You can keep it." "Who thinks a cake stand's a good gift for a bridal shower?" "Me." "I gave it to you." "Oh." "Well, you owe me a less sucky present." "And by the way, I think you guys owe me a whole new shower." "I mean, when the host gets arrested for murder, it kinda puts a damper on things." "Yeah, weird." "And what's up with the cops in this town?" "Last week, they hauled Ben in about some body they found." "Now Bree?" "I'm sure they'll straighten it out." "Thanks again for this." "Who's the cake for?" "Tom." "It's his birthday tomorrow, and I am implementing phase two of operation get Tom back." "I'm guessing phase one was a success." "It was great, right up until he caught on fire and then realized the entire evening had been a web of lies." "But right before that, there was this moment, this look between us, like we were Tom and Lynette again." "Really?" "I could see it in his eyes." "Tom still loves me." "So birthday boy, what do you wanna do for your big day tomorrow?" "Oh, let's just, uh, go out for dinner or something." "That's it?" "I could have a party." "Invite your friends over, open up some champagne." "Oh, you don't have to worry about that." "The kids are throwing me a little party Thursday." "Oh." "Well, then I guess we'll have to come up with some other way to celebrate." "Sounds good." "Hey." "Aren't you forgetting something?" "Oh." "Mwah." "Thank you, but I meant your divorce papers." "Oh." "As much as I have enjoyed sleeping next to them for the past three weeks, maybe they could make their way over to Lynette sometime soon?" "It's just been so hectic at work." "I haven't had a second to call the process server." "No, but anybody can deliver them, right?" "I mean, what about your assistant?" "I don't think that that's appropriate." "Well, I could..." "have a messenger?" "Jane, honey, it'll get done." "I'm just really busy right now." "Okay." "I love you, and I look forward to spending many more birthdays together." "You are the best, and now I really am late." "I will see you tonight." "Bob just called." "I gotta run." "Whoa." "Whoa." "Hang on." "What about the box?" "Huh?" "The what?" "The box... that's in your hands?" "Oh, the box." "I... actually couldn't open it." "You were up there for 20 minutes." "I feel asleep." "Man, you have a comfortable bed." "Talk to you later." "Oh, my God." "Is it that bad?" "Listen to me." "Mike is not defined by what is or isn't inside this box." "Okay." "I have a right to know." "I'm his wife." "I know." "I'm just trying to protect both of you guys." "Lee..." "Susan, please, trust me on this." "Hi!" "Welcome to Cumberly's personal shopping service." "Can I help you with something?" "I see we have very... similar taste." "I always work with Margaret." "Is she here?" "Oh, you don't want Margaret." "Her idea of fashion is wearing one normal shoe and one clunky shoe." "She has a prosthetic leg." "And that's why she's my hero." "Lazaro!" "What gives?" "You said I'd be kicking ass at this job." "It takes time to build a client base, Gaby." "Stick with it, okay?" "Five, six months from now, you'll be our top seller." "Six months?" "I don't have that kind of time." "I need money quick." "I'm sorry." "Most of the ladies who come in here already have a personal shopper." "Oh." "You know, you could try the men's department." "You would be very persuasive over there." "Huh." "Well, I've always been able to get men to buy things for me." "How hard could it be to get them to buy things from me?" "Mm-hmm." "Just wear something sexy, show a little cleavage, and maybe lose the wedding ring." "Seriously?" "Oh, yes." "Guys tend to spend more when they think they have a shot with the hot salesgirl." " Lazaro..." " I know." "It's demeaning and degrading." " I shouldn't have even..." " No, no, no, no." "I just need to know, show I lose the jacket?" "'Cause these things are a lot more persuasive when they're out." "Mm-hmm." "I don't care what the D.A. says." "There's no case." "My guy's innocent." "Please stop calling it a body." "It's a foot, an ear, and a flap of skin." "Do these have raisins?" "'Cause that grosses me out." "No." "No." "Okay." "Look, I gotta go." "Um, my 11:00's here." "Yeah." "Okay." "Sorry I'm late." "Uh, not a problem, Mr. Weston." "Mmm." "Call me Trip." "This is amazing." "Well, I don't like to brag, but I am famous for my orange-glazed muffins." "Yeah." "Uh, Bob said that you were one hell of a baker, but he didn't tell me much about your case." "Well, the whole thing is quite ridiculous." "The police found a dead man at a construction site, and they think that I killed him." "Yeah." "Everyone's guilty until proven innocent." "They must have something on you." "Well, they did receive a letter from my ex-husband saying I did it." "Well, that's nothing." "The guy's got a vendetta against you, right?" "Yes, he does." "Uh, and then there's a slightly more damning phone conversation in which I expressed remorse for, um, putting a body in the ground." "Big deal." "You were talking about burying a dead pet." "I suppose I was." "And then..." "The police claim to have found one of my fingerprints on the dead man's shirt." "Hmm." "That's bad, right?" "Actually..." "I think that it's Noble..." "Noble that you donate so much of your clothing to Goodwill..." "And a shame that that poor sap ended up with your shirt." "Bob was wrong." "You're not good." "You're amazing." "So you'll take my case?" "Nope." ""Nope"?" "No offense, but, um, it's kind of a snooze." "Excuse me, but I have been accused of murder." "My life is on the line here." "Oh, please." "What jury is gonna convict you, with your... your pearls and your perfect hair and your subtle scent of lavender?" "Well, I would think that a lawyer would enjoy defending an innocent client." "You would think so, wouldn't you?" "But I love a challenge." "Last year, I defended a guy who was found standing over his dead father with a bloody knife in his hand." "Not only did I exonerate his guilty ass," "I got him 50% of the estate." "That is reprehensible." "Thank you." "I'm sorry, Ms. Van de Kamp, but this is just..." "it's too easy." "I mean, people who are famous for their muffins... not generally killers." "Good morning." "My name's Gabrielle." "I'm a personal shopper here." "Can I help you?" "No, no, no." "I'm just trying to find the men's department." "I need some socks." "Oh, I can help you with that." "May I?" "Oh, you're right." "These ankles deserve so much better." "You think?" "I-I've always thought they were just average ankles." "Average?" "They're exquisite." "Ooh!" "Do you work out?" "I do a little mall walking, yes." "Well, I don't say this to every man, but you've got the perfect ankles for cashmere." "Let me show you a few pairs." "40 bucks for socks?" "I know." "There's just something irresistible about cashmere." "Promise me you won't buy one of these cashmere sweaters." "I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you." "Well..." "I really just need the tie." "How can you take the tie without the blazer?" "With your shoulders?" "And this color up against that beautiful silver hair..." "I'm sorry." "I lost myself there for a moment." "Ooh!" "Hello, George Clooney!" "It's just so expensive." "I don't know." "You know what?" "Maybe I should measure that inseam one more time." "What if it was drugs?" "Seriously?" "I just fell asleep." "Oh." "This baby's been working on her black belt." "I'm just saying, Mike had a drug problem." "Those things never go away." "I'm sure it was nothing like that." "You're right." "It's probably porn." "And you know what?" "I'm cool with that." "As long as it was nothing weird." "Oh, God." "You think it was something weird?" "Stop." "Just trust Lee." "If he thinks you shouldn't see in the box, well, you don't want to find something that would tarnish your memories of Mike." "You're absolutely right." "I should just leave this alone." "Susan, it's... 2:00 in the morning." "I know." "But I can't sleep, and I am never gonna sleep until I know what's inside that box." "So you can either let me in now or we can do this again at 3:00 and then at 4:00 and then at..." "Thank you." "So there's his passport, letters from his mom, a really cute picture of you and M.J." "Just get to it." "And a checkbook." "Apparently, he set up an account eight years ago." "That's when we were divorced." "And every month since, he's written a check to some woman named Jennie Hernandez." "I've never heard of her." "This is her address." "Somewhere in mount pleasant." "Oh, my God." "Any chance those are M.J.'s?" "No." "Well, maybe it's..." "We both know what it is." "There's a child out there." "Mike's child." "77, 78, 79, 80." "Hi, Lynette." "81, 82, 83..." "What are you doing?" "84, 85." "Making Tom a cake." "86, 87..." " Gosh, how old is he gonna be?" "46?" "47?" "48?" " 92, 93, 94, 95..." "I made dinner reservations at 7:15." "Or was it 7:16?" "7:17?" "Nice try, but I am like rain man. 98, 99, 100." "Sorry to bother you." "Penny and Parker left this stuff over at our place, so I thought I'd drop it by." "Thanks." "I see they're making lab coats a lot tighter than they used to." "I see they're making sweatpants just as baggy as always." "Besides, I'm not going to work." "I'm taking Tom to his favorite restaurant, because, you know, it's his birthday." "Yeah, I know." "That's why I'm making him his favorite cake." "Looks appetizing." "Don't forget to add the eye of newt." "Oh, 'cause it's green?" "It's a funny story." "When Tom and I were first dating, he wanted a red velvet cake for his birthday, but I only had green food coloring, and he liked it anyway, so it's become a tradition, one we have shared for 25 years." "I think we're gonna keep sharing it." "Lynette, stop embarrassing yourself." "Tom is through with you." "We have a family together." "You don't just throw that away." "Until you do." "Mm-hmm." "What is that?" "Your divorce papers." "Tom already signed them." "Now it's your turn." "What the hell?" "!" "Oh, my God!" "You look beautiful." "Oh." "You're just saying that 'cause it's obvious." "Mwah." "I'll be home for dinner." "Oh, by the way, think you could mix things up?" "Getting a little tired of chicken." "You forgot something." "Oh." "That." "Here's the thing... it's better for business if I don't wear it." "Really?" "I have a lot of rich men as clients." "If I flirt with them, they buy more stuff, which means I make more money, and you can cook something other than chicken for dinner." "You know what?" "I'm not comfortable with you dressing like that and flirting with those guys." "Oh, honey, you have nothing to worry about." "They're just a bunch of nerds with money." "This just helps." "You can't dress for church if you want to move the merch." "Gaby..." "You gotta shake your rear to get them to buy the gear." " Gaby..." " You wanna sell some knits, you better flash your..." "Gaby!" "I got it." "Too bad." "I have, like, 15 more." "See you tonight." "Lynette?" "What are you doing here?" "Look, Jane's meeting me for my birthday." "Uh, Jane's running late." "She had a little trouble with your cake." "You signed this?" "How did you get these?" "They were handed to me personally by your new roommate." "Answer the question." "I did not ask Jane to bring these to you, I swear." "It doesn't matter if Jane brought them." "He's gonna need a few more minutes." "Look, I'm..." "I'm..." "I'm..." "I'm taken a-a little off guard here." "Can we talk about this later?" "This is your signature, isn't it?" "Yes." "When did you sign it?" "I don't know." "A while ago, I guess." "I..." "You guess?" "Jeez." "This isn't a gym membership." "This is for the dissolution of our marriage." "Look, I know." "You think I don't know?" "This is hard for me, too, okay?" "But you gotta believe me." "There is no way I meant for Jane to bring this to you." "Then just tell me, what is it you do mean?" "Do you want to end our marriage?" "Sorry." "Sorry." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "I'm s..." "Please talk to me." "You know, it's just that you've had so much going on lately," "I-I-I, you know, I thought..." "I thought it would be helpful if I took the papers over for you." "On what planet is you serving my wife divorce papers a good idea?" "I thought I was doing you a favor." "Me a favor?" "Really?" "Me?" "!" "Fine." "Us!" "I just want us to move forward." "I can't stand this "one foot in, one foot out" thing that you've got going with your ex." "It's not what I signed up for." "I told you I would take care of it." "Now is not the time." "It's never the time, Tom, until you make it the time." "You don't just th-throw papers at someone and say, "Here." "Sign this."" ""Everything that we have known and worked for is over."" "It's not that easy." "It is when you know what you want." "Tom..." "I love you." "But if we're gonna be together, you've got to stop thinking about her needs and start thinking about mine." "I am always gonna care about Lynette." "She's the mother of my children." "So you need to decide whether you can live with that." "It's gonna be okay." "Hi." "I'm looking for Jennie." "I'm Jennie." "And you are?" "Susan Delfino, Mike's wife." "Oh." "Yeah." "I'm so sorry for your loss." "Thank you for your sympathy, but what I really need from you is an explanation." "Why was Mike sending you checks every month?" "They weren't for me." "They're for Laura." "Okay." "Who's Laura?" "Mike's daughter?" "No." "His sister." "So... this is a group home?" "For autistic adults." "Laura's one of our more severe cases." "She can't speak." "Loves painting though." "Spends hours every day at that table." "Did Mike ever mention having a sister?" "No." "Never." "He was great with her." "He came by every Monday night to visit." "Told me he had softball." "Excuse me a moment." "This is crazy." "No." "This is good." "There's no other woman, no kid." "Why wouldn't Mike tell me he had a sister?" "I don't know." "Did he think I'd be upset about the money?" "Because I wouldn't." "I'm sure he knew that." "But why did he think he had to hide this from me?" "I mean, did he think I was the kind of person that wouldn't accept her?" "Sorry about that." "Would you like to meet Laura?" "We'd love to." "His name is, uh, Ramon Sanchez." "He would've stayed here around, uh, six months ago." "Mm-hmm." "Hmm." "Doesn't ring a bell." "But he could be in my treasure chest." "I keep all the items guests leave behind." "My husband calls it hoarding." "But I fancy myself more of a collector." "20 bucks says we're barking up the wrong crazy here." "If the prosecutor needs more connection to that Van de Kamp broad." "Trust me." "I'll find it." "Must be your lucky day." "Room 208." "Ramon Sanchez." "Thank you." "Magazine with a map, some receipts." "I don't think there's anything here." "He circled Wisteria Lane." "So what?" "It doesn't connect him to her." "Not directly." "It does if he was going to her address." "Bob should be here any minute." "You really don't need your lawyer." "I just wanted to show you something that we found." "What is it?" "It was with some of Mr. Sanchez's things." "As you can see, he wrote your address on it." "But that doesn't make any sense." "Why would he..." "Look, if this goes too much farther, there's nothing I can do to help you." "But if you come forward now, tell me everything that happened, things will go a lot easier for you." "I think I should wait for my lawyer." "Is there someplace I could get some water?" "Right outside." "Mr. Conklin's parole hearing is tomorrow at... 10:00." "Do you really want me telling the board that you couldn't find the documents that I requested a week ago?" "I-I'll check again, Mr. Weston." "Don't check." "Find." "Ms. Van de Kamp." "You okay?" "I think so." "Just, uh, waiting for Bob." "They found some other evidence, and I'm just not sure what to make of it all." "Look, uh," "I'm trying to help you out here." "But there is a clock on this deal, so I'm not sure how much longer you wanna wait for your lawyer." "You must hate being a detective, huh?" "Mr. Weston." "Even a rookie cop knows that interrogating a suspect without counsel present is a violation of their rights, so this must be your way of trying to lose your gold shield, and you know what?" "I think it's gonna work." "We're just making small talk, waiting for her lawyer." "Well, small talk's over." "I'm her lawyer." "Let's go." "You don't need his permission." "You wanna talk to her, you talk to me first." "Is that clear, soon-to-be-a-patrolman Murphy?" "Good evening, detective." "I thought my case was too boring for you." "It was, but I realized something that made it interesting." "You may not have done this, but you sure as hell know who did." "Thank you." "Ooh." "Wine list." "I'll take that." "And be sure to bring me the check." "Tonight's my treat." "Whoa." "Kinda pricey." "I thought we were supposed to be saving for Bree's lawyer." "We are, but I'm starting to do really well, so I think we can afford one splurge." "I don't know." "Oh, come on, Carlos." "I want to do this for you." "Can't you just enjoy it?" "I guess I can do that." " Gaby?" " Jason!" "Hey!" "I thought that was you." "Wow!" "Hi!" "Oh!" "Whoa!" "Who are you?" "Oh, this is Jason, one of my clients." "Jason, this is Carlos, my... brother." "Oh, hey, man." "Nice to meet you." "Grab a chair." "Join us." "Thanks." "So, uh, your sister here is quite the little saleswoman." "You believe she talked me into a $4,000 suit today?" "I mean... that is so... sis." "Carlos, maybe you should go to the bar and get us some drinks." "Nah." "I'm not thirsty." "So, uh, I'm wearing one of the shirts you picked out." "What do you think?" "Oh." "I can't tell you what I think in front of my brother." "You're so funny." "Hey, Carlos, how is it possible that someone as awesome as your sister hasn't been scooped up already?" "My guess is it's the herpes." "Sibling humor." "You're right." "All those trips to the free clinic could've been for anything." "Seriously, Carlos, some drinks for the table would be really good." "You know, what the hell?" "I'll take a scotch on the rocks." "Uh, a single malt." "Actually, you're gonna have to get that one yourself." "I am going home to my wife." "I'm married." "I can't believe you just did that." "That guy's one of my best customers." "Oh, are we talking about that "nerd" you sell to?" "Okay, maybe he's a little better-looking than the others, but it's my job, Carlos." "Fine." "Whatever." "Let's just get out of here." "You are such a hypocrite." "How many times did you tell me to show a little cleavage when meeting your out-of-town clients?" "My breasts were practically a tourist stop." "This is different, and I don't like it." "Well, too bad." "We need this job." "I'm the breadwinner now." "Yep." "Throw that in my face again." "What?" ""Make me dinner, Carlos." "Get me drinks."" ""Bring me the check."" "Yeah, Carlos, I did offer to treat." "And you know what I was thinking?" "How good it felt, how for the first time in 19 years" "I was able to treat you, and I can't believe that would bother you." "Well, it does." "It's driving me crazy that you're the one making all the money and calling all the shots." "Well, get used to it, because I did all this for you." "This is what you wanted." "Uh, give 'em to her." "She's driving now." "You're up early." "I'm up late." "Once, in college," "I wrote Mike a letter about how horrible you are." "And good morning to me." "We'd just had a fight on the phone, and I needed to put my anger somewhere." "Anyway, when you said that Mike had some old letters in that box," "I wanted to make sure mine wasn't in it, so I checked... and I found these." "They're from Mike's mom adele." "It turns out you weren't the only one who was in the dark about Mike's sister." "He didn't even know she existed until eight years ago." "What?" "Why?" "It was clear early on that Laura was going to have special needs." "I guess Mike's parents weren't up for it." ""So, yes, Michael, I am ashamed of myself,"" ""and I live with that decision every day."" ""But life with your father was always hard,"" ""and keeping Laura would have been an inconvenience"" ""that might have destroyed everything."" "This was the last letter she wrote Mike." ""And so now you know the worst secret of my life,"" ""but I beg of you, let it remain a secret."" ""Your beautiful new family"" ""is one of the only joys I have."" ""Don't let them know the kind of person I really am."" "Mike wasn't keeping a secret from you." "He was keeping a secret for her." "Well, I know what Mike would've wanted me to do." "I am gonna keep writing those checks, and I'm gonna keep Laura in my life." "My God." "Adele had to live with that on her conscience." "Yeah." "How do you do something like that?" "How do you give away your own child just because it's inconvenient?" "Oh, no, no, no." "No, um, I-I didn't mean... it's... it's not like that with you." "No, mom, it is." "All the stuff I've said about being pregnant... that I'm not ready, or that I'm not sure I'd be a good mom..." "It's all bull." "What this baby really is to me is inconvenient." "I've been thinking about this all night." "I don't want to make a decision that I'm going to be ashamed of for the rest of my life." "I can't live with that." "I won't." "Julie, are you saying..." "Yeah." "I'm gonna keep her." "Yes, in life, we all make plans, but sometimes they don't turn out the way we expected." "By trying to help out, we may damage a relationship." "By attempting to reach out, we may push someone further away." "By digging into the past, we may enrich our present." "But then there are those who refuse to let go of their plans, no matter how badly they're turning out." "Hey." "Can I buy you a beer?" "I figure you could use one." "Why?" "Trip Weston's taking the Van de Kamp case." "The guy won't quit till he gets what he wants." "Yeah, neither will I." "So how about you buy me that beer when the bitch goes to jail?"