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DesperateHousewives

Season1

Episode1

Mary:

MynameisMaryAliceYoung.Whenyoureadthismorning’spaper,youmaycomeacrossanarticleabouttheunusualdayIhadlastweek.Normally,thereisneveranythingnewsworthyaboutmydailylife,butthatallchangedlastThursday.

Ofcourseeverythingseemedquitenormalatfirst.Imadebreakfastformyfamily;Iperformedmychores;Icompletedmyprojects;Iranmyerrands.Intruth,IspendthedayasIspendeveryotherdayquietlypolishingtheroutineofmylifeuntilitgleamedwithperfection.

Thatiswhyit’ssoastonishingwhenIdecidedtogotomyhallwayclosetandretrievearevolverthathadneverbeenused.

Mybodywasdiscoveredbymyneighbor,Mrs.MarshaHuber,whohadbeenstartledbyastrangepoppingsound.Hercuriosityaroused,Mrs.Hubertriedtothinkofareasonfordroppingonunannounced.

Aftersomeinitialhesitation,shedecidedtoreturntheblendershehadburrowedfromme6monthsbefore.

MarshaHuber:

Oh~~~~!

It’smyneighbor.Ithinkshehasbeenshot!

There’sbloodeverywhere.Yes,you’vegottosendanambulance.You’vegottosendonerightnow!

Mary:

Andforamoment,Mrs.Huberstoodmotionlessinherkitchen,grief-strickenbythesenselesstragedy,but,onlyforamoment.IfthereisonethingMrs.Huberwasknownfor,itwasherabilitytolookonthebrightside.

Mary:

IwaslaidtorestonMonday.Afterthefuneral,allresidentsofWisteriaLanecametopaytheirrespect.Andaspeopledointhissituation,theybroughtfood.

LynetteScavobroughtfriedchicken.Lynettehadagreatfamilyrecipeforfriedchicken.Ofcourse,shedidn’tcookmuchwhenshewasmovingupthecorporateladders.Shedidn’thavethetime.

ButwhenherdoctorannouncedLynettewaspregnant,herhusband,Tom,hadanidea.“Whynotquityourjob?

Kidsdobetterwithstayhomemom.Soitwouldbesomuchlessstressful.

But,thiswasnotthecase.Infact,Lynette’slifehadbecomesohectic.Shewasnowforcedtogetherfriedchickenfromafastfoodrestaurant.

Lynettewouldhaveappreciatedtheironyifshestartedtothinkaboutit.But,shecouldn’t.Shedidn’thavethetime.

Lynette:

Stopit!

Stopit!

Stopit!

Kids:

Mom~~!

Lynette:

You’regoingtobehavetoday.Iwillnotgoingtobehumiliatedinfrontoftheentireneighborhood.And,justsoyouknowhowseriousIam?

Oneofthetwins:

What’sthat?

Lynette:

Santa’scellphonenumber.

Theotherofthetwins:

Howdoyougetthat?

Lynette:

Iknowsomeonewhoknowssomeonewhoknowsanelf.Andifanyofyouactsup,sohelpme,IwillcallSantaandIwilltellhimyouwantsocksforChristmas!

Areyouwillingtoriskthat?

Kidsshaketheirheadsno.

Lynette:

Ok.Let’sgetthisoverwith.

Mary:

GabrielleSolis,wholivesdowntheblock,broughtspicypaella.SincehermodelingdaysinNewYork,Gabriellehaddevelopedhertasteforrichfoodandrichmen.

Carlos,whoworkedinmergersandacquisitions,proposedontheirthirddate.Gabriellewastouchedwhentearswelleduphiseyes.ButshesoondiscoveredthishappenedeverytimeCarlosclosedabigdeal.

Gabriellelikedpaellapipinghot.However,herrelationshipwithherhusbandwasconsiderablycooler.

Carlos:

IfyoutalktoAlMasonaboutathing,IwantyoucasuallymentionhowmuchIpaidforyournecklace.

Gabrielle:

Whydon’tIjustpaintthereceiptonmychest?

Carlos:

Heletmeknowhowmuchhehadpaidforhiswife’snewconvertible.Look,justworkintotheconversation.

Gabrielle:

Ijustcan’tfindawaytoworkitin,Carlos.

Carlos:

Whynot?

AttheDonahueParty,everyonewastalkingaboutthemutualfunds,andyoufoundawaytomentionyousleptwithhalfoftheYankeeoutfielders.

Gabrielle:

Iamtellingyou,itcameupinthecontextoftheconversations.

Carlos:

Hey!

Peoplearestartingtostare.Canyoukeepyourvoicedown,please?

Gabrielle:

Absolutely.Wouldn’twantpeopletothinkwearenothappy.

Mary:

BreeVanDeCamp,wholivesnextdoor,broughtbasketsofmuffinsshebakedfromscratch.Breewasknownforhercooking,andformakingforherclothes,andfordoingherowngardeningandforre-upholsteringherownfurniture.Yes,Bree’smanytalentswereknownthroughouttheneighborhoodandeveryoneonWisteriaLanethoughtofBreeasaperfectwifeandmother.Everyonethatis,except,herownfamily.

Bree:

Paul,Zachary.

Zachary:

Hello,Mrs.VanDeCamp.

Paul:

Bree,youshouldn’tbegonethroughsomuchtroubles.

Bree:

Itwasnotroubleatall.NowthebasketwithredribbonspilledwithdesertsforyourguestsbuttheonewithblueribbonisjustforyouandZachary.It’sgonnaberolls,muffinsbreakfasttypethings.

Paul:

Thankyou.

Bree:

AtleastIcanmakesureyourboywouldnotmissamealfortomorrow.Iknowyou’reoutofyourmindwithyourgrief.

Paul:

Yes,weare.

Bree:

Ofcourse,Iwillneedthebasketsbackonceyoudone.