part 5
Le Petit Fleur
A waiter carries food to a table, passing by a busboy, who finishes setting up the table. He smoothes down the tablecloth, and then notices that the table is wobbling. He crawls underneath the table to wedge a piece of wood underneath it. It doesn't seem to do the trick, and he continues working on it.
Meanwhile, the hostess leads Mike and Susan into the dining room.
Hostess: "Right this way."
Mike: "Everything okay?"
Susan: "Oh yeah, this dress is just riding up as it is. If I walk any faster itÂ’ll be happy Valentine's Day for everyone."
Mike: "Especially me."
He pulls out her chair and she sits down.
Susan: "Thank you."
Underneath the table, the busboy realizes that he's trapped. Above the table, Susan gets a confused look on her face.
Busboy: "Excuse me miss?"
She peeks between her legs, underneath the table, and sees the busboy peering back up at her.
She gasps in horror and jumps back, out of her chair, running into a waiter, carrying a large tray with food on it. The waiter falls, dropping the food, and a woman walking by trips, nearly falling herself, but Mike quickly catches her.
Susan: "I am so sorry! Is everyone okay?"
Lady: "Oh, oh. Thank you. Thank you!"
She walks off and as Susan sits back down, Mike quickly checks his shirt. His wound had started bleeding again, and it's left a small red stain on his white shirt. He pulls his jacket over the stain and sits down.
Busboy: "Oh, ma'am, your napkin."
Susan: "DonÂ’t even think about it."
The busboy walks off and she leans down to get her own napkin.
Later, a waiter pours wine while Susan opens the card that Mike got for her. As she reads it, he surreptitiously pulls open his jacket to look at his wound, which has left a bigger stain.
Susan: "Oh, thatÂ’s so wonderful what you wrote, thank you. Okay, IÂ’m not gonna be any kind of company until I get something off my chest. Do you remember the other day when you said that you wanted to have kids?"
Mike: "Mm hmm."
Susan: "HereÂ’s the thing, I donÂ’t think IÂ’m ready to have another baby. I think we need to have a serious conversation."
Mike: "Sure."
He smiles and Susan smiles back, then takes a sip of wine.
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Lynette's House
Lynette and Tom sit at their table, dressed up, and eating a fancy meal.
Lynette: "IÂ’m not going over there."
Tom: "Yes, you are."
Lynette: "No. I can deal with the humiliation of going around the neighborhood returning everything the boys stole, but please donÂ’t make me apologize to that woman."
Tom: "This is what it means to be a good neighbor, finding ways of getting along instead of, you know, hurling an egg at them."
Lynette: "But why do I have to apologize? Why don’t we just go ‘oh, now we’re even’ and we'll start from scratch."
Tom: "Okay if the, uh, being a pleasant human being argument doesnÂ’t fly with you, weÂ’ll try a self preservation, what if she wakes up in the middle of the night, the house is on fire, you donÂ’t want her to call 911?"
Lynette: "If our house catches fire I guarantee you, she's the one that started it."
Tom: "My point is, the day will come when we need her help and I donÂ’t want her not to help us just because of some silly feud."
Lynette: "Fine, IÂ’ll do it."
Tom: "Wow, thank you."
Lynette: "You know whoever came up with the motto love thy neighbor clearly lived nowhere near Karen McCluskey."
Tom: "Yes, well, on ValentineÂ’s Day the only motto that really matters is, you know, love thy husband."
Lynette: "Really, I, I recall no such motto."
They kiss.
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Le Petit Fleur
Susan and Mike have their food in front of them.
Susan: "I mean, I understand why you would want to have kids, but that chapter of my life is just closed. I donÂ’t think I can go back there. And so, you know, given the way I feel and given the way I think you feel..."
Mike, clearly not feeling well, lowers his head, propping it up with his index and middle fingers of his left hand.
Susan: "Oh god, youÂ’re not taking this well. Oh I was afraid of this."
Mike: "Um."
He looks down and notices drops of blood dripping onto the floor from his wound.
Susan: "What?"
Mike: "I've got to go."
Susan: "What?"
Mike: "IÂ’m sorry."
Susan: "I donÂ’t believe this. YouÂ’re leaving without even trying to talk me into having your baby? I mean how do you know I wouldn't cave. I always cave."
Mike collapses on the floor. When he falls, his jacket falls open and the bleeding wound is clearly visible.
Susan: "Mike?!"
She rushes toward him.
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Bree's House
Bree's reading in bed when Rex climbs in next to her.
Bree: "Good night."
Rex: "Night."
Bree (sighs): "So, how does this domination thing work?"
He rolls over and sits up. Then he smiles at her.
Later, Rex is pulling a box out of the deepest part of the closet as he talks.
Rex: "So thereÂ’s nothing to be afraid of. I mostly will be constructing simple scenarios and acting them out."
Bree: "So, itÂ’s like weÂ’re in a little play."
Rex: "Sort of. And if things do get too rough weÂ’ll have a control word. If one of us says it, the other backs off immediately."
Bree: "Okay. So whatÂ’s our control word?"
Rex: "Well, lately IÂ’ve been using Philadelphia."
She looks away.
Rex: "WhatÂ’s wrong?"
Bree: "Well itÂ’s just that my Aunt Fern lives in Philadelphia and I donÂ’t want to be thinking about her while IÂ’m spanking you with a leather strap."
Rex: "Okay. Fine. You pick a control word."
Bree: "Um, how about Boise?"
Rex: "Boise?"
Bree: "WhatÂ’s the matter with Boise?"
Rex: "WeÂ’re going to be doing psychological role playing here, Bree, and a funny word like Boise would ruin the mood. We need something that sounds serious."
Bree: "Hmm. How about Palestine?"
Rex: "Boise will be just fine."
Bree: "So I guess we should, uh, get started. What do you want me to do?"
Rex: "Handcuff me to the bed. Bree, you are not going to regret taking this journey with me. This is going to infuse our marriage with more passion then you could imagine. You just have to trust me."
Bree: "I do. Would you mind if I ran these through the dishwasher once?"
Rex: "Sure."