"Soaplessly Devoted to You" is the 29th episode of Devious Butlers.
It's time for the butlers to return to where they belong. As per Liz's warning, Ben returns to Ali's side to help get her out of the trouble she doesn't even know she's in, as some old family secrets come crawling back to the surface with possibly deadly consequences. Rena, meanwhile, is continually trying to prevent other deadly consequences from resurfacing across Wikerly Hills, meaning Mary might have to put him back in his place. Joe reconvenes with family, with James finally finding himself having one, and Joanna is back to staving off nasty visions. She isn't the only one, for the unceasing mirage of Bradley Sonya is now ushering Josh to be where he apparently belongs as well: by his side in death.
Alison Del Barrio stands behind Cassie, who is sat in front of a mirror having her hair brushed by her older sister. There's a look of contentment in Ms. Del Barrio's eyes - a look of peace - something's she's not felt for her family in a very long time...
We flash to years earlier, as a child, where Ali sits at the breakfast table with her father, who's reading the newspaper, and her mother who is passing out plates of food and refilling coffee cups. The three of them are all in a state of bliss, going about this ever-so-normal daily routine.
Then, an unknown amount of time later, and we see the horror in a young Ali's eyes as she walks into the bathroom only to discover a very deadly sight. In the bathtub rests her mother - Mrs. Pierce - her wrists slashed open with a bloody blade on the ground. The tub is overflowing with the blood-mixed water, and Ali lets out a horrified "Mommy?!"
Lastly, to an Ali just over a decade ago, entering the house she grew up in. "Is anyone here?" she calls out, making her way to a room with a closed door. She proceeds to open it, but is absolutely disturbed by what she sees inside. "Oh, my God," she utters.
And we're brought back to the present day where Ali has stopped brushing her sister's hair for a moment, having been a little startled by these old memories, and Cassie looks up, asking if there's something wrong. "Oh... uh, no, sweetie. Everything's fine," Ali promises, to Cassie's satisfaction, and the older blonde continues to brush the younger blonde's hair. However, this doesn't go on for too much longer, as Liz is heard re-entering the Del Barrio mansion and calling out for her girlfriend. "Ali," she exclaims, "you need to come down here quick!" Intrigued, Ali puts the brush down, excusing herself from Cassie as she exits the room, looking down the long staircase and absolutely taken by the surprise there waiting for her at the bottom. "Ben!" she exclaims with pure joy. Sure enough, Benjamin Gold stands with Liz at the bottom of the stairs, there to take his rightful place back at the Del Barrio mansion. Ali hurriedly runs down the stairs, ever-so-excited, and about tackles Ben with a hug, having missed him so. Ben appears to be equally as happy, embracing his old employer and best friend, and Liz stands by all the while, happy for the two to be reunited. "Are you really..." "Back?" Ben inquires, before answering, "Yes, I am. Look, I was just... I was going through some things at the time, and I needed some space, and I thought you could use some space too." Ali looks confused at this, as Ben continues, "but I realize that was dumb, and I'm sorry for just up and leaving like that, and--" Ali puts her hand up though, ensuring that he doesn't have to explain himself. "I'm just so glad you're back!" she says, pulling him in for a hug, yet again. As this takes place, Cassie watches from the top of the stairs, and it doesn't take longer for Ben to look up and make eye contact with the shady child. The butler knows that the sister of his employer/friend is up to something, and the young girl knows that the butler knows this. It's just a matter of time before he figures out what. Ali proceeds to break away from Ben though, exclaiming that he needn't wait in taking back his old bedroom. "It's exactly how you left it. I made sure James took one of the other dozen. Speaking of which, I suppose we should--" but Ali is unable to finish that sentence, as suddenly there's a ringing of the doorbell. The three adults all look at one another, confused, having not expected company, but at the top of the stairs a light smile comes across Cassie's face, not that they notice this. "I wonder who that could be?" Ali exclaims, deciding to open the door rather than have Ben do it, but this day continues to be full of surprises for Ms. Del Barrio as she could not have anticipated who would re-enter her life next. "Hello, darling," a familiar voice speaks, and a look appears on Ali's face that would have one thinking she's just seen a ghost. Sure enough, standing before her is none other than Fiona Pierce. "Come on," she demands, "give Auntie a hug." But Ali, with her jaw drops, merely blinks. She says and does nothing for a moment, and Ben and Liz look at each other in confusion. Finally, however, Ms. Del Barrio manages to close her mouth and raise her head... and slam the door in Fiona's face.
James and Joe are seen waiting nervously inside the Von Trump mansion, the former holding an envelope. "Well, go on, open it," Joe encourages, and James nods, taking a deep breath. "I hate that we have to do this here," he then notes, and Joe tells his brother that that's what he gets for forgetting to have his mail forwarded to the Del Barrio place. "And hey, at least Kathryn's not around," the former detective adds, "Where is she, anyway?" "Oh, she's on a death moon," James explains. "A what?" Joe questions, and James explains that it's like a honeymoon only for mourning - "Basically just an excuse to go on vacation." "Classy," Joe nods, "Hey, did you always know that she was Andrew's daughter?" "Not always," James admits, "But when I learned I figured it totally made sense." "Right? So she's in...?" "Spain," comments Valentina Cortez, approaching with a feather duster in tow, "And the bitch didn't invite me. I mean, that's my homeland, and I'd like to go see mom and dad before the babies are born. Soon I won't be allowed to fly." "Weren't you raised in France?" Joe recalls, and Valentina explains, "We flitted between." "Ah," Joe nods, "Sooooo, me and James here are kind of in the middle of a thing, so if you could just--" "Don't mind me," Val exclaims, dusting some more, "I'm just working, here in stupid America." "But Kathryn isn't here," James points out, still clutching that envelope, "So can't you just?" Valentina thinks about this for a few moments, and promptly drops the feather duster to the ground. "You're right," she nods, rubbing her bump, "I think I'mma go needlessly bother Ben some. Adios." "Ciao," Joe waves, but, before she leaves, James stops her, actually wanting to ask her about something. "When I moved to Ali's, there were a few things I left behind here--" "Oh yeah," Val nods, "Kathryn had me move all that crap to the basement. Me. Moving boxes. Like this." Again, she gestures the bump. "Lovely woman." "Here I figured the two of you would get along great," Joe comments, and Val just gives him a dirty look before finally vacating the house. "Alright," Joe rolls his eyes, "the envelope." "Yes," James exclaims, "here goes nothing." He then takes a letter opener from a nearby drawer and uses it to slice the thing open, before pulling out a sheet of paper. He stares at it intensely. "So...?" Joe awaits, and James eventually comes out with, "Joe... you are without a doubt my half-brother." Joe smiles, taking a look at the blood results for himself, and then James puts the letter opener down before the two of them share a brotherly hug. "That's wonderful," Joe exclaims, and James seems to think so too. When the hug is over, he comments upon how surreal this feels, for he's never really had a family. "Well you do now," Joe assures, "You're a part of mine. My family is your family. In fact, all of us should get together. For like a luncheon or something." The two of them continue to discuss this idea as they too exit the mansion together, and then we're shown them through the view of a pair of opera goggles. Feminine hands are gripping them, and these same hands are soon shown clutching an altogether different envelope addressed to the WHPD. The envelope is soon posted in the mail.
"I think a luncheon sounds like a great idea, sweetie," Joanna is telling Joe over the phone, "Our place tomorrow?... Okay, great... Although I haven't seen Ben around lately, does he still work for us?... Alright… Yes, a death moon does sound stupid, but I also kinda wanna go on one... I love you too, bye." After hanging up the phone, Joanna takes a deep sigh and sinks further back into her couch, clutching her glass of wine tightly and taking a nice hefty gulp. She's breathing somewhat heavily, appearing sad, and the camera whirls momentously around her head as the poor mood intensifies. And then-- "Drinking too much again, are we?" comes the voice of her late "husband", Matthew Winters, who appears sitting beside her. "Oh, great," Joanna rolls her eyes, placing her wine glass down on the coffee table, and Matthew taunts, "Here I wasn't aware that could actually detach from your palm." "Funny," Joanna retorts, "So you're here to fester me up with all my worst doubts about myself? Is that it? Because if my drunken-ass mind is gonna force me to reflect on myself via hallucination, it could at least try sending someone I'm gonna take seriously." "You mean like us, sweetie?" ask Brianna and Robert Klaveno, sitting beside one another on the adjacent sofa, and Joanna scowls towards them. "The real pair of you never called me that." "Sure we did," Brianna lies. "We loved you, Emilie," Robert goes on, "It's... just a shame that God never felt the same way." "You can say that again," Matthew chuckles, and Joanna scowls back at him now, asking, "Isn't a couch a little basic for you? Last time you appeared to me or whatever you were sitting on a throne." "A throne would be fitting for a King," comments the real Joanna Winters as she cuts through the living area, standing in front of her twin sister, toting her own imaginary glass of wine, "And we both know Matthew wasn't that at all. Not for you, anyway. I was his Queen, though. I was the only one with whom he could ever even consider producing the pitter-patter of little prince and princess footsteps with. But you? You went ahead and settled for a basic li'l Huntsman, now, didn't ya'?" "Now, now," Matthew calms his real wife, "God's will is God's will. And clearly," he looks into Joanna's - our Joanna's - eyes, "He just... hates you. I mean, he made you barren." "No," Brianna figures, staring from her daughter to the glass on the table, "she did that to herself." "Oh, Emilie, what did we teach you?" Robert demands, only for Joanna to reply, "Nothing...?" "So it seems," the real Joanna comments, "I mean, nothing is surely all that seems to get through that thick skull of yours, huh, sis? Did you really think you could have children? That you could be happy? Did you really think you could have it all?" "Yes, she did," comes a final voice, and Jo turns, startled, to discover that Nadia is sitting next to her. "After all," Mrs. Winters' former mentor adds on, "That's what I taught her." She snatches the real Joanna's imaginary wine glass away from her and takes a sip, then asking our Joanna if she'd like some. Our Joanna just shakes her head, still stunned, and Nadia shrugs, "Suit yourself. You never were much of a drinker when we were together." Matthew gives a great big scoff at this, and Nadia tells him, "Quiet, homo. You're irrelevant to her. In fact, all of you are. And I think it's getting a little crowded in here." With her spare hand, Nadia snaps her fingers, and all the extra visions... vanish. Well, apart from the real Joanna, who stands there now gasping and sweating. Nadia looks at her with boredom. Joanna looks at her with more astonishment. "Tell me, Em," the real Joanna requests, looking down at the knife which is protruding from her bleeding gut, "are you ever gonna take this out?" Our Joanna doesn't know how to respond, but she doesn't have to, for soon the vision of Nadia slickly removes the knife from the wound and that's enough to make the vision of the twin disappear just like her husband and parents have now done. Nadia is spinning the knife around in her hand now, having a great deal of fun, and puts her glass down next to Joanna's real one on the coffee table in order to devote herself to this little activity more fully. "I do love it when it's just the two of us, don't you?" she questions, not taking her eye off the bloody knife, and Joanna finds herself gulping. "Why so shy?" Nadia wants to know, wielding that blade like it's a goddamn fidget spinner, and Joanna tells her, "You're not real." "And yet," Nadia winks, finally holding the knife still and staring her former partner dead in the eyes, "I'm the only one of all the little voices in your head that you summoned who's still out there." "Maybe you're not," Joanna theorizes, "Maybe I'm just being paranoid. Maybe someone's just messing with me. Maybe--" Nadia gives her a look, and Joanna goes quiet. She begins twirling the knife again. "Having kids woulda been the wrong move, Em," she assures, "I mean, your parents weren't exactly winning any prizes. And what goes around comes around. You should know. Mare athei." And finally she plunges the knife into Joanna's gut, at which point Joanna gasps loudly and there's a giant knock on the door and she finds herself finally able to snap out of it. Nadia is gone, the knife is gone, the pretend glass of wine is gone - only Joanna's actual one remains, and she quickly grabs it and begins to drink after she yells, "Come in!" Ben enters sheepishly, and Joanna is relieved to see that it's merely him, beckoning him over to the couch and asking if he'd like to fix himself a drink. The scar on her hand is twinging a little, and she goes to rub it, but then relents. "No, not today," Ben assures, approaching, and Joanna comments that she feels as though she hasn't seen him in ages. "That's because you haven't," he responds, joining her in Nadia's old spot on the couch. She doesn't follow, but says that it doesn't matter; "I shouldn't really be having a drink myself anyway in this state." She puts the glass down again, and asks Ben what's up, and he explains that he felt as though he should formally tell her that he's returning to work at Ali's. "Oh..." Jo utters, "Well, that's great. For you guys. Not so much for me, 'cause, yeah, now I gotta fix my own drinks, but, hey, like I just said, I shouldn't be drinking right now anyway, so, look at that, all worked out." Ben notices how erratic his now former boss is acting and wonders if everything's okay, and Joanna says, "Yes," before quickly admitting, "No. But don't you worry about me. Worry about Ali. She's your responsibility. I was just... a temporary distraction. And once again, I am sooooooooo sorry for attempting to purchase one of your unborn children." "Yeah, that did make it a little easier to quit, not gonna lie," Ben admits, "But hey, you're engaged to Joe, and that means you're... practically family." "A butler-in-law," Joanna figures, and Ben smiles, saying, "Sure. It's been nice working for you, Joanna." "It's been nice having you work for me," she extends in turn, and the two of them part ways with a friendly handshake, which turns into a brief hug. "Now," he says, clapping his hands together and getting to his feet, "Time to go set some things right." "If only..." Joanna murmurs to herself in response.
One can hear the sound of drilling as Maria Solano stands from afar, supervising the new construction taking place in her studio. "You ready for our lunch date? And... what's going on here?" Rena asks, approaching his girlfriend and giving her a kiss before she explains: "Ever since that... very tragic incident involving Liz's stunt double whose name I can no longer remember, I'm not taking any chances with that damn Devious Butler." "So all the remodeling...?" "It's this lock-down quarantine thingie, I don't know. Press some buttons and down come some reinforced steel shutters. Jackson found it on Amazon; had a discount code and everything. So yeah, production's been put on hold for the rest of the week, and as head of the studio I'm expected to comment even though nobody here seems to know her freakin' name," this last part is directed at the personal staff Mary does have continue working for the week, and they all begin to rush away in panic in order to find out what their boss needs to know. "So clearly you're a little tense," Rena acknowledges to which Mary points out he would be too had a serial killer broken into his place of work and drowned one of his employees in bleach. "Well I did see a video of my old boss taking a sharpened mop to the neck repeatedly." "Are you really gonna try making this all about you right now?!" Mary barks, and Rena looks down, feeling ashamed, and apologizes. At first Mary hesitates, but finally she lets go of her anger and apologizes herself, admitting that she shouldn't have snapped at him. "I just... need that damn thing the hell away from me and my movie, is all." "Well," Rena reveals, "hopefully you won't have to worry about it for much longer." "What's that supposed to mean?" Mary inquires, and so her boyfriend explains: "I've, well... I've been investigating it. Yunno, like Joe normally does, snooping around and such, trying to figure out who the Devious Butler is." "Oh... Rena," Mary utters, having not expected this, "I mean, I... I thought you were done after getting Liz her alibi." "Well, I was, but... then I remembered what you and Joe said, and--" "Oh, hun, forget what we said," Mary assures, "You don't have to prove yourself. Remember? I'm sorry about before, but really, you don't have to do this. I mean, you've already done enough with saving Liz." "But I wanna do this!" Rena argues, "For myself, and... and for you and everyone else. I just really want to do this, okay?" Mary lets out a sigh, finally agreeing, "It's your life, so I'm not gonna stop you, but... just be careful. You don't know what you could be getting yourself into." "I'll be fine," Rena promises, "Truly. Now let's go get lunch." "Okay," Mary accepts, "just let me call Jackson for him to oversee to the rest of the construction." And with that, Miss Solano takes out her phone and begins dialing her assistant's number. It's only then though that Rena takes notice of something quite peculiar. On Mary's wrist is a bracelet, but the linking is rather odd. The closer he looks at it, the more he realizes that it's a set of initials: DB. "DB... No... it can't be," the butler mumbles under his breath as Mary stands a little ways away, recognizing it to be the initials of 'Devious Butler', but he can't help but continue staring down at the bracelet. "Or could it?" he wonders. It seems as though he has his second suspect…
"If someone could get me a fresh glass of iced tea then that would be simply marvelous!" Fiona Pierce exclaims, currently kicked back in the den of the Del Barrio mansion, "And sweetheart, if you could get my niece to at least give me the time of day then that would also be nice," she says to Ben who is there to heed her every request as reigning butler of the mansion again. Ben nods uncomfortably, making his way out of the room as Liz peaks her head in. "I told you we shouldn't have let her in," the redhead says to the butler, who argues that it would be rude to just leave her standing out there. "She clearly wasn't going anywhere," he also adds. "Ugh, whatever," Liz replies, "look, just go talk to Ali... and once this is all over, put out an ad for a new maid because this place is obviously too much for one person to clean." The redhead wipes her finger across a surface, collecting a mound of dust, thus proving her point. "God, Rochelle is such a bitch. Skipping town to go play slots in Vegas without giving notice first. Dumb whore can't survive on her own; I bet she falls down the casinos' stairs and snaps her neck or something." Ben starts to become uncomfortable, talk like this being what drove him out of the Del Barrio mansion in the first place, but he manages to keep his cool. "I'll... go handle Ali," he utters, "but that means you have to go deal with Fiona," and with this he grins. "Iced tea!" Miss Pierce calls out from the other room, thus resulting in a glare from Liz, though the sound of the doorbell is heard before she's able to say anything harsh. The two look at the door, preparing to go answer, but in walks Valentina without a care in the world. "It's not rude that I let myself in, right?" she asks her babydaddy and ex-employer, "I mean, I did used to live here. Though, honestly, I don't give a crap either way. Ben, we need to talk." "Hmm, I'll take take dealing with Fiona over this," Liz remarks to the presence of her former maid, "Have fun," she says to Ben, heading off to get Fiona's iced tea that she most likely spits in before handing it over. "Val, now is not the time," Ben exclaims, "Can you come back later?" "No, actually, I'm gonna need you to write a check for the Pilates classes I'm signing up for." "Why the hell do I have to pay for your Pilates classes?" "Because it's for the babies," Val feigns a sense of defensiveness, putting her hand over her very oversized belly. "Riiiight," her babydaddy says in response, "see you later, Val," he directs her to the door, proceeding to head for the opposite direction to find Ali, but Valentina continues to pursue him. "You're not getting rid of me that easily, Ben," she says, proceeding to threaten, "Should I get my lawyer on the phone? I'm fully prepared to drag your ass back to court." "Go ahead, and I'll be fully prepared to tell Judge Quinnson about how you tried to sell one of our daughters to Joanna Winters. I'm sure she'd love to hear about that." Val looks indignant at this, and decides to step back. "Fine," she says, "but we're not done here." And with that, she proceeds to leave, slamming the door behind her while Ben rolls his eyes, making his way to Cassie's playroom where the little girl currently plays dolls with her older sister. "Oh, hi, Ben," Ali exclaims, and Cassie asks, making direct eye contact with the butler, "Would you like to join us?" "Um, no, not right now. Sorry..." Ben exclaims, "Uh, Ali, can I speak to you for a minute?" Ali looks at her sister and then back at the butler, but ultimately chooses to stand up and excuse herself from Cassie. The little girl nods and goes on to pretend to play with the dolls on her own, though she really gets up to listen to Ben and Ali's conversation once they're stepped out in the hall. "I guess now's the time we talk about Fiona," Ali sighs, going to explain, but it appears Ben has other ideas. "Before that," he starts, "I'd just like to know, um... well Liz told me you made Cassie the main beneficiary in your will." "Uh, well yeah," Ali confirms, "she's my sister. But what's important is Fi--" "Look, I know she's your sister and all, but... I don't know, there's something about this that seems fishy." "Excuse me?" "Ali, I just think you need to be careful. I know you don't wanna tell me what happened between you and your father, but after a decade's old falling out you're legally promising everything to a little girl who you barely even know and who was raised by that very man." "I do know her, though! I've spent the last month getting to know her while you were off, as Liz once put it, playing house with Joanna Winters! Look, you just got back and I really don't wanna fight, but we need to focus on the real problem here." "Well Ali, the real problem here is you're being kinda stupid!" And instantly Ben regrets what just came from his mouth, but as he attempts to retract what he just said, Ali shakes her head. "I don't wanna hear it." She then calls out, "Cassie!" and the little girl makes herself present, having heard every last word of her sister's argument, "I need some air. Let's go for a walk?" The little girl nods in agreement and the two head off, with Cassie managing to glance back at Ben with an ever-so-devious grin.
With Mary busy supervising everything at work, the Solano house is empty - save for Josh, of course, who for once isn't muttering to himself, and is simply getting on with some cleaning. Currently, he's just adding a coat of wax to the floors, and then he suddenly finds himself stopping and calls out, "Miss Solano?" Content that she isn't home, he proceeds to take the key to Brad's apartment from out of his back pocket and roll up his left sleeve, allowing us to see that his arm has accumulated a nifty little collection of scars. "Soon..." he whispers, closing his eyes and beginning to dig into his flesh with the key's sharpest parts, and then he hears an all too familiar voice. "You know, honey, you should be careful with how much wax you put on these floors," says Bradley Sonya, "Someone could slip and break their back." Josh's eyes shoot open, key in wrist, and he sees his husband now opposite him in his wheelchair. "Brad," he utters, looking ashamed all of a sudden; he quickly removes the key and slides it back into his back pocket, shielding his wrist from view with his sleeve. "You don't have to hide anything from me," Brad assures with a kind smile, "You're my husband, remember? Now, let me take a look at that." Hesitantly, Josh moves forward and unveils his fresh cut, and Brad tuts, saying, "Oh, dear." "I'm sorry," Josh tells him, but Brad promises, "You have nothing to apologize for. Sometimes you just gotta... do you." "It's just... people keep saying you're dead," Josh acknowledges, "And, I keep going back and forth, about whether or not to believe them. And I finally started to, and... It doesn't matter. You're here now. That's what matters. And I love you so damn much." "I love you too," Brad smiles, and Josh leans down for a kiss... only for Brad to turn away. "But everyone's right," the lawyer adds, and Josh blinks down at him in confusion. "Right about what?" the British butler questions, and Brad elaborates, "I am dead, Josh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lie to you all this time..." Josh nods, a tear rolling down his cheek. "So this is the right thing," he realizes, raising his arm and reaching for the key, "I have to be with you. The real you. If you're just some... some figment." "I'm afraid that I am," the vision admits. "Or this is all some cruel trick," Josh hopes, relenting on the key, but Brad, slowly and sadly, shakes his head. "If I were really here," he makes clear, grabbing onto the rests of his chair, "I wouldn't be able to do this." He then pushes himself up, and soon enough he's standing there, face-to-face with the love of his long-gone life. The wheelchair rolls backwards and fades from view. From existence. "You... you can walk," Josh murmurs, mesmerized, but Brad points out, "I could never not walk. The chair... all of it... none of it... was real. And you know that." "I just... I don't understand why my mind is playing these tricks on me. If other people aren't the ones lying to me, then I'm lying to myself, or you're lying to me, and I just--" He cries out in frustration, retrieving the key yet again and going for his wrist, but Brad beckons him to stop. "Why?" Josh cries out in frustration, "Why should I?!" "Because," Brad smiles, "that isn't how you die, Josh. Don't you wanna be with me?" "Of course I do," the butler promises, "Which means I have to kill myself, right?" "Yes," Brad states plainly, "to be with the actual me then you too have to die, but... not with some crappy little key. Not by staying home and cutting yourself like you're some chubby teenage girl who got rejected to the prom. You have to go out like I did, baby." Josh lowers his hand; lowers the key. Brad leans in and kisses him. "If you're gonna commit to this," he finishes, "then it has gotta be... spectacular." Josh gives a crying nod in response.
We are taken to the bar where the butlers regularly hang out in the evenings, and see that Rena and Ben are enjoying a couple of beers in their regular booth. "You know, I never really liked beer," Rena admits, slowly sipping on it, "I'd much prefer a cocktail. Yunno, something bright and pink." "Mhm," Ben responds, nodding, not at all surprised, and then he decides to ask, "Hey, how's the whole little investigation thing going?" "First of all," Rena decrees, "'whole little' is an oxymoron. Second of all, please don't call it 'little', because that implies it's not serious. And third of all, I don't wanna talk about it right now." Ben just blinks at him, and Rena asks, "What?" to which his friend finally responds, "Where the hell did you learn the word 'oxymoron'?" "I went to school," Rena assures, "...sometimes. We had this really hot Literature teacher. He--" "'He'?" Ben questions, "Wait, I thought you liked girls." Rena rolls his eyes, "How many times do I have to say it? I can appreciate all people." "You've never said that," Ben reckons, only for Rena to defend, "I said it in, like, the second season premiere." "Huh?" Again, Rena rolls his eyes, "Of The Passions of Falta. The one that I appeared in. It didn't make the final cut, but, hey, nor did a lot of my talents." "I'm pretty sure soaps don't have seasons," Ben retorts, at which Rena snaps, "What are you? The knowledge man?" Ben goes back to blinking at him, then states, "You really put the 'moron' in 'oxymoron'." "So how are things back with Ali?" Rena asks quickly, wanting to move on, but, before Ben can respond, the two of them are interrupted by the arrival of Joe and James. "Ben," Joe greets formally, "Rena," the two of them look confused, "I'd like you to meet..." "You know we already know James, right?" Rena questions, confused, but then Joe finishes with, "My brother." "Your whaaaa?" Rena screeches, and Ben in turn appears shocked. "It's true," James assures, "The blood results came back today. I am the son of Lily DeWar and Jorgio Del Barrio." "I'm so sorry," Ben tells him, "But, you know, happy for you guys. Joe, you have a little brother." "So what? I have a little sister," Rena points out, "None of you have asked to meet her." "This is the engagement all over again," Ben's eyes roll, "Rena. Let other people have moments." "Isn't this meant to be Josh's moment anyway?" Rena questions, "Where is he?" "He should be here any minute," Joe says to the two of them, "I just wanted to really quickly introduce you guys to James as my brother." "And I'm actually his older brother, if I have that right," James corrects, "By like a month or so." "I also have six older sisters," Rena reminds. "Rena," Ben hisses, and the Portuguese butler sips his beer, subdued, then spits it out 'cause he remembers he hates beer. "Someone order me a cocktail," he begs, "They had some of the nicest daiquiris at Boi Toys R Us." The others give him a stare, but decide to move past it, with James then saying that he should probably get going, for things in the Del Barrio mansion are probably hectic with all the time off he's been taking. However, Ben assures that he's been handling it, and then James wishes the others good luck in their... "What is it you were meeting here for again?" "An intervention," Joe explains, "And here Josh is now." Indeed, Josh has just entered the bar, ready to meet his friends, and James bids the others goodbye, telling Joe that he'll see him at the luncheon tomorrow. He and Josh pass each other and wave as he leaves, and then Josh sits down in the booth beside Ben at the same time that Joe takes a seat beside Rena. Regular greetings are exchanged, and then the English butler goes on to ask why it is the others demanded to meet him so urgently. They are almost taken aback by how cool and collected and normal he seems, compared to how he's been of late. "Right," Joe starts, clearing his throat, "Josh... the reason we wanted to see you is because... well..." "This is an intervention," Rena outright states, and Joe turns to him in annoyance. "What?" Rena defends, "That's how they always start it on TV." "An intervention?" Josh questions, "But... I don't have a problem..." "Not with addiction or anything, no," Ben admits, "But... there is a problem, Josh. And we're so sorry that we've ignored it this long. Clearly the grieving process has been harder on you than we even realized, and we've all been so wrapped up in our own stuff..." "What are you talking about?" Josh would like to know, raising an eyebrow, and Joe chimes back in with, "Josh, I've already told you this, but I'm gonna tell you again, because I think you need to hear it. And I wanna be as delicate as possible, but I also wanna be firm, so, here goes... Brad is dead." "He died as soon as the church exploded," Rena adds on, being surprisingly delicate himself, and Ben finishes with, "The coroners said that there was nothing that anyone could have done for him. So you don't have to blame yourself, or... The important thing is, he's dead." "He wasn't with us on the night of my kidnapping," Joe continues, "And... he hasn't been with you since you got married. He's gone. And we just really want to make sure that you understand that." "Guys," Josh finally responds, "I know." "You what?" asks Rena. "I know that Brad's dead," Josh states, "It took me some time to accept it, but... I've accepted it now. It's really sweet of you guys to all band together to try and help me like this, but, honestly, I don't need it." "You never went to therapy..." Rena recalls. "I don't need therapy," Josh assures, "because I'm not delusional. I was just a little... rattled. That's all. And sleep-deprived. But I'm fully aware now. Brad is dead, and... it's time for me to move on. So, thanks but no thanks. Intervention unnecessary, okay?" "And you're... sure?" Ben wants to make clear. "Yes, I'm sure," Josh promises with a smile, one which makes him look like his old self again. He then takes Rena's beer away from him ("Oh, thank God") and raises a toast, "To moving on." "To moving on..." the butlers all echo awkwardly. "Now, if you'll excuse me," Josh adds, putting the beer down and getting to his feet, "There's somewhere I actually have to be." Before they can ask where, he leaves, heading out of the bar and to the nearest convenience store before it closes - Wik-E-Mart Mini. "You did good back there," Brad says as he walks with him through the cramped aisles, "And you know what you need?" "Of course I do," Josh says, looking at the items in his basket, then going to go purchase them. "You're doing the right thing," his imaginary husband promises, "I'm gonna see you again real soon. I can't wait. I love you." And soon, Josh is sitting on a bench outside the store with his grocery bag sitting next to him. From the bag, he takes a piece of string and threads it through the key Brad gave him, tying a neat knot so that he can wear it around his neck. He clutches it softly and gives it a kiss, telling his beloved, "I can't wait either. Tomorrow, though. You know what tomorrow is, don't you?" "If you know, I know," Brad tells him, sitting beside his husband. "The anniversary of our third date, where I spent the whole night at your place for the first time," Josh smiles, and Brad smiles too, assuring that it's "meant to be" before looking down into the grocery bag which we now see contains a small watering can, some gasoline, and a box of matches.
"So she still doesn't wanna talk to me?" Ben inquires as he and Liz sit on the sofa sipping their morning coffee. Liz shakes her head confirming this, "She asked that I bring her breakfast upstairs. She doesn't wanna see either you or Fiona who, by the way, are we gonna address anytime soon?" "Hm?" "Well I mean, we're focusing a lot on Cassie right now, but Fiona just showed up here out of the blue and is walking around freely. Should we be worried...?" "Honestly, Liz, I don't know," Ben admits, "Ali's not telling me anything," completely ignoring the part of his last conversation with her where she tried to, "She's not told me about Fiona. She's not told me about Marvin." "There's this whole chapter in Ali's life that we're both being kept in the dark about..." Liz finishes for him. "But right now let's focus on Cassie, I suppose," the butler suggests, which Cassie overhears all the while. The little girl proceeds to turn around, making her way to the kitchen where Fiona is currently cooking. "Breakfast will be ready soon, my sweet," she says to the little girl, "but first I'd like you to run this extra, special breakfast up to your sister." Cassie grins, knowing exactly what this means, and Fiona hands her the plate as well as a stickie-note. "You know what to do. Here's the message you are to relay." Cassie nods, proceeding to head upstairs, making her way through the numerous hallways until finally finding her sister's bedroom. "Liz, is that you?" Ali calls out, looking up from her phone and seeing her sister. "Oh, hi, Cassie," she exclaims with a smile, and the little girl brings the plate over. "This is for you," she says, "I made it myself." "Aw," Ali exclaims, touched, then going to wonder, only to be interrupted. "And I had Liz with me to help me with the oven and stuff," she says, putting her sister's mind at ease, somewhat, considering it is Liz after all. "Try it?" Cassie suggests, and Ali smiles, picking up the fork in order to start eating. Cassie watches, smiling all the while as it appears her sister is enjoying the meal that really Fiona prepared for her. "Try the juice," the little girl then ushers, and so Ali takes a sip of it as well. Once downing some of it, Ali puts the cup down. "Well I must say, you did a… a fantas… a fantastic job, C… Cas." And with that, Ms. Del Barrio's head proceeds to drop as she instantly falls unconscious. "Thanks," Cassie says with a grin, taking the tray from her knocked out sister and putting it on the bedside table, "I used Auntie Fiona's secret recipe." She proceeds to pick up Ali's phone and take the stickie-note out of her pocket, ready for part two of Fiona's scheme.
We see Ben and Liz again, still sat on the sofa finishing their coffee and discussing when Ben suddenly feels a vibration coming from his pocket. He reaches in and pulls out his phone, seeing that it's a text from Ali's number. "'You were right about Cassie. Slipped out already, but meet me at the old Storywik park. Get out of the house and away from Fiona immediately,'" Ben reads aloud, and he and Liz look at one another in fear. "St- Storywik park," Liz realizes, "That's like 30 minutes away. Should we call the police first?" "And tell them what?" Ben asks, getting up and searching for his keys, "Only Ali knows what's going on. We need to go now." Liz accepts this, nodding in agreement, and she gets up to join him as they rush out the door. Making their way down the driveway, Ben rushes towards his car, telling Liz to get in. "Ew, this is wretched!" Liz utters in disgust at the sight of Ben's car, but the butlers rolls his eyes, reiterating that she needs to get in now. Liz does so, though hesitantly, and they prepare to set off; however, they're taken by surprise when the back door opens and in pops Valentina. "Hi, guys," she says, "Ben, about the Pilates--" "Jesus Christ, Val, literally any other time could you hound me about your BS?!" "Don't you raise your voice at me!" the pregnant maid exclaims, proceeding to get into the car to both Ben and Liz's utter dismay. The butler, however, simply cannot be arsed to argue this, and so he reveals, "Looks like we're all going on a roadtrip then." Val furrows a brow at this, "Is there a chance you'll explain to me why?" "Not a chance," Ben exclaims, pulling out of the driveway and setting off.
Meanwhile, Cassie watches from the upstairs window with a devious grin on her face, holding Ali's cellphone as she was the phone who sent Ben the text. "Wonderful job, my child," Fiona calls out, now sitting next to an unconscious Ali on the bed. "What's next, auntie?" Cassie inquires, and Fiona reveals: "We're gonna get our happy ending."
We see Rena in his bedroom back at the Montgomery house as he stands back and examines a shrine he's put together on his wall. There hangs everything from pictures of the Devious Butler's victims - Eli, Jason, Liz's stunt-double -, causes of death, past suspect - singular, meaning just Dr. Strange - and whatever other scribbled down notes he's taken since the beginning of his investigation all hung up underneath a glitter-written header that reads "RENATO'S SHRINE". With that, Rena hangs up two new pieces of paper: one being a picture of Mary, and another being a stickienote with "DB?" written on it. "Oh, that is just unsightly," Silvia exclaims in regards to the glitter and glue that is now tarnishing her recently re-painted walls. "You don't like it?" Rena questions, and Mrs. Montgomery shakes her head with disgust. "Well, I'm sorry," Rena says to his employer, "I'm sure you'll find someone to pay to repaint it later, but right now I need it for my investigation." Silvia rolls her eyes at this, surprised that he's still on that. "I told you," Rena reminds, "I'm not stopping until the Devious Butler is brought down once and for all!" "And since Dr. Strange was a dead end..." "I've found a new suspect," he reveals, though with less enthusiasm, "Mary..." "Your girlfriend?!" Silvia questions, rather surprised, and Rena nods in confirmation. "I saw her earlier today and she was wearing this bracelet. The linking part was the letters 'DB', so... I don't know. Maybe it's nothing, but I feel like it's something I need to check out." "I see," Silvia replies, "Well just do yourself a favor and don't screw this up for yourself. Somehow you landed yourself the biggest name in Hollywood, so don't be stupid and let your crazy get the best of you." "Of course you would know," the butler comments back, something Silvia is unable to argue. "Anyways," Mrs. Montgomery exclaims, "I've got a luncheon with my son and his long lost brother to get to. I'll try to bring home leftovers for us to have for dinner. You do know how to work a microwave, right?" Rena shrugs at this, and Silvia rolls her eyes yet again before bidding the butler a farewell. Rena, in the meantime, redirects his attention back towards the shrine and at the picture of Mary. He then moves to his bedroom window which he looks out of and is able to see over the street to the Solano house where Mary's car is not parked in the driveway, thus giving him an idea.
We next see the butler approaching Mary's house, looking around to make sure no one is watching him all the while muttering, "Please be the same locks, please be the same locks, please be the same locks..." Eventually he makes it to the door where he slips out his old key that he had when working for Liz and Eli, and he proceeds to slip it into the lock and is relieved to see that it works, being able to get inside of Mary's home with ease. Closing the door behind him, he begins to look around and wonders aloud, "If I was the Devious Butler, where would I leave evidence to expose myself?" He then thinks for a minute before deciding on the bedroom, recalling that he's set up a whole shrine in his own room and perhaps, if Mary's the Devious Butler, then she's done the same thing. He proceeds down the hall, finding the master bedroom and heads inside. He glances around, this being the first time he's been in the room alone since working for the Davises, and with that he begins to rummage around. He digs through dresser drawers, nightstands, Mary's jewelry box, underneath and behind all of these things, lastly making it to the bed where he lifts up the mattress, and then gets down on the ground to look underneath the bed itself... where about a dozen sharpened objects rest, all numerous household items with the edges sharpened into weapons. "What the..." he utters, dragging them all out from underneath, in shock, with that last being a sharpened mop. "So that's it..." Rena comes to terms, "Mary's the Devious Butler." However, he's unable to act any further though as the bedroom door is slammed open and the word "RENA?!" is barked. The butler jumps in fear, turning to see that standing in the doorway is none other than Mary herself or, as Rena currently believes, the Devious Butler.
At the Winters' mansion, Meghan, Tyson and Joanna can be seen laying out plates on the dining table, with them being the only current attendees at the luncheon. "Here I thought you upscale types all had butlers to do this kinda thing," the sickly Meghan comments, and Joanna tells her, "I'm sort of between butlers right now. It's a common thing." "I wanna be a butler, like Joe," says Tyson, and Meghan tells him, "Sure, son. Go fetch the cutlery, okay?" Tyson nods, heading into the kitchen in order to complete this task, and then Meghan remembers to reprimand, "Don't run with it!" Joanna smiles, and Meghan tells her, "He's always changing what he wants to be. The other day he told me he wants to be an engineer, which, surprisingly, he's actually pretty good at. Repairing and such. I've been getting him these little model trains, he can just spend hours fixin' 'em up, no trouble. And of course he, um... he told me he wanted to become a doctor so that he could, um... so that he could, um... cure me and such." Joanna's smile fades at this, and she feels the need to ask, "You okay, Mrs. Jepsen?" "I'm fine," Meghan assures, straightening herself up as best she can, "And 'Mrs. Jepsen' is my late husband's whore mother's name." Joanna's smile returns, and Meghan assures her future sort-of-daughter-in-law, "You can call me Ma." Touched by this, Joanna responds, "Alright... Ma." Meghan now returns her smile, but notices the sadness behind Joanna's, then asking, "So, now that that's settled, are you gonna tell me what it is that's bothering you or not?" "What?" Joanna responds, "Nothing's bothering me." "You know, you should've taken a death moon after you stuck glass in my throat," Matthew whispers in her ear, and once again his still-living wife lies, "Nothing at all." "Suit yourself," Meghan decides, and then Tyson returns, walking, with the cutlery, and Joanna takes some from him and the two of them begin laying it out on the table together. The doorbell then rings, and Meghan assures, "I'll get it." She arrives to the door at moderate speed, answering it to Silvia. "Why, hello there," Silvia greets, "You must be Meghan." "That's right," Meghan nods, "You must be Joe's biological mother. Silvia, was it?" "That's right," Mrs. Montgomery nods, "Hard to believe we haven't met before." "Yeah," Meghan agrees. There's then an awkward silence, for these two women don't really know what to say to one another, and then Silvia gestures the big bowl in her arms and exclaims, "I brought salad." "Just put it on the table over there," Meghan tells her, and Silvia rushes to go do so. "I was a tad reticent about bringing one, considering what happened the last time I indulged in a salad course, but I figured what the hey." "There'll be no severed heads at this party, I promise," Joanna tells her, and Nadia just has to ask, "When did you stop being fun, Em?" Jo refrains from verbally shushing her vision, inviting everybody to sit down for Joe should be arriving with James any minute, and, sure enough, it isn't long before Joe walks on through that door with his new half-brother in tow. He greets everyone and everyone greets him in turn, and then he begins introducing James to his family members, "This is my foster family, Meghan and Tyson. Of course you know Joanna already. And my birth mother Silvia you've met as well." "Yes," James nods, "although I didn't actually know the two of you were related at the time." "We mask it well," Silvia smiles, "It's like a game we play." Joe shrugs and goes along with this as he takes a seat at the table between James and Joanna, opposite Tyson, and Tyson asks the new butler on the scene, "So... you're Joe's new brother?" "Uh... yeah, I guess," James responds. "Oh," Tyson responds in turn, "I'm, um... I was Joe's brother." "You still are," Joe promises, "Just because I learned I'm related to James doesn't make you any less my brother, Tyson." "Really?" Tyson makes sure, and Joe promises, "Really." "Really really?" "Really really." Tyson smiles at this, and welcomes James to the family, and Meghan adds, "Yes, welcome to the family, dear. I'm so glad I got the chance to meet you." "It's nice to meet you too," James promises, "All of you. The whole family together." "Let's just be thankful yours and Joe's father isn't here to share in this," Joanna comments, pouring herself the usual glass of wine, and Tyson asks if he can have some, only for Meghan to decline it to him. Silvia looks a tad awkward at Joanna's comment, of course having been the one to murder Joe and James' father, but Joe doesn't really bat an eye towards this aspect of her past crimes because... well, it was Jorgio. "So," James goes on, addressing Joe, "I know this is all your family--" "And yours," Joe assures. "Thanks," James nods, "But I was actually hoping you could tell me a little more about where I come from. Of course, I know all about Mr. Del Barrio and... what he did. But what about my mother. Lily DeWar? What exactly became of her?" "Oh," Joe realizes he hasn't tackled this yet, "James, I'm sorry, I'm... I'm afraid that she died. Not long after we were born." "Oh..." James utters, clearly taking this harder than he lets on, "Oh... um, well... that's okay, I guess, um... I spent my whole life without a mother or father so... And I have you guys." "Yeah," Joe nods awkwardly. Silvia takes to pouring herself a glass of Joanna's wine, feeling even more awkward now. "So, um," James continues, "Uh, how did she, um... how did it happen?" "Actually..." Joe states, looking between James and Silvia; the latter can be seen shaking her head as she sips. "She was murdered," Joe says eventually. "Oh, my God," James reacts. Soon everyone's awkward, because everyone but James knows the truth, and Silvia, Joanna, Meghan and Tyson (yes, Meghan allows it for this) all sip wine simultaneously. "Dammit, I should not be drinking," Meghan comments. "What's with everyone?" James then asks, and finally Silvia can take it no more; she puts her wine glass down and she tells James, "I'm so sorry, dear. I... I killed your mother." James' eyes widen at this. "What?" "I'm sorry," she again exclaims, "It was a long time ago, and I'm a changed woman now, I..." "I don't understand," James utters, "If you killed my mom, then... why are you not in jail?" "I was," Silvia replies, "...sorta." "What?" James again reacts, and Joe tells him, "Trust me, I was thinking the same way as you until recently, but then--" "You knew about this?" James turns to Joe, horrified, "And you invited me to eat with this woman? No, nuh-uh." James throws his napkin down and stands up. "This is too much for me," he declares, "I, uh... I gotta go. Joanna, thanks for having us. Meghan and Tyson, was it? It was nice to meet you guys, uh... er... bye." And then he turns around and leaves, and Joe appears deeply sad. "Well," Meghan comments awkwardly after the door's been slammed, "That coulda gone better." Joe's forehead sinks into his palm. "Salad, anyone?" Silvia tries, "Or I could whip up some iced tea?" Tyson looks pleased at this.
Ali still lies in bed, though she's slowly beginning to regain consciousness. "Wha- what's going on?" she manages to utter, her vision a little foggy and her overall body still very sedated. However, she comes realize that sitting next to her and staring down at her is none other than her aunt. "Oh good, you're up," Fiona exclaims, "I was beginning to think you'd never awaken," and she then calls out, "Cassandra, your sister's finished up having her beauty sleep." Ali manages to turn her head, squinting enough to be able to make out that, in the doorway, stands her little sister who deviously grins. "The- they were right..." Ali realizes, "Ben and Liz w- were r- right." "Oh, that they were," Fiona confirms, then chuckling, "You silly, silly girl. Did you really think you'd get away with what you know?" Ali chooses not to answer, not that she really could if she wanted to, but instead she tries and fails to sit up. "Ben!" she then hoarsely calls out, followed by, "Liz!" "Oh, sh, sh, sh," Fiona says, caressing her dear niece's cheek, "They're both gone now. It's just us." Though unable to properly move, one can tell the expression on Ali's face to be both immense fear and sadness. "Cassandra," Fiona proceeds to call out, while forcibly pushing Ali's face to the side, "why don't you sit with your sister while Auntie draws her a nice, warm bath." Cassie nods, agreeing to do so with pleasure, while Fiona heads for the bathroom. Ali manages to turn her head back to the position that it was in in order to look up at her sister who smiles down at her. "It'll all be over soon," the little girl promises, something Ali fears may very well be true, and a single tear drop falls from her eye.
Meanwhile, Ben pulls up to the old Storywik park with Liz quickly jumping out of the car, not wanting to spend another second in it. "When we go home, I'm riding with Ali," Liz makes clear, to which Val responds, "Ditto," equally dissatisfied with the condition of Ben's car. Both he and Liz glare at the maid though, wondering to themselves why they didn't ditch her on the side of the road miles ago, but chose to not make this a primary concern. "Okay, now where is she?" Liz wonders, and Ben and Val both start to look around, soon realizing that the park is pretty much abandoned. Not another car nor person in sight. "I... don't have a good feeling about this," Ben exclaims, starting to realize that perhaps they've been played. "Nor do I," Val agrees, then wondering, "Can we stop by Chick-fil-a on the way home? You can buy, Ben, since it's the babies who are craving it right now, not me." Ben rolls his eyes though, choosing to ignore his babymama entirely, and he turns to Liz suggesting that perhaps they should go. "Yeah, I think so too." However, as the three prepare to head back towards the car, a familiar voice calls out: "Don't move." The three then proceed to turn around, with Ben and Liz started by who stands before them - Marvin Pierce - aiming a gun at them. "Put your hands up where I can see them. Now!" "Oh, fantastic!" Val barks, rolling her eyes at this predicament, and Ben and Liz both glare at her as if she's insane. "What? Like he's gonna shoot me. I'm a hundred months pregnant for Christ's sake." "Hands, now!" Marvin barks again, this time aiming the gun at Val's stomach, to all of their fear, and so this time Val complies with the other two, letting out a gulp as she does so. "Marvin, please!" Ben begs, "I- I don't know what happened between you and Ali or what the hell is going on here at all, but please! Don't do this!" "You're right, you don't know what happened, and it's gonna stay that way!" "Where the hell is Ali?!" Liz demands to know. "Dear God, I need to piss soooo badly right now," Val whines. "Quiet, all of you!" Marvin barks, waving the gun around like a madman, "Let me think!" "Well are you gonna kill us or not?!" Liz cries, to which Ben begs that she be quiet. "You're gonna provoke him!" the butler relays. "Oh please, does it matter?!" Liz is beginning to wonder, then turning to Marvin, "Go ahead! Shoot me! I'm the freakin' star of Maria Solano's new film, and if you don't think you'll be tracked down and lynched for this then go right ahead!" "Shut up!" Marvin barks, but Liz is no longer having it, and so she drops her arms. "Meanwhile, his best friends are butlers who've solved like twenty murders just for fun!" Liz says in regards to Ben, "and she's freakin' pregnant, so like, depending on your views you'd be killing three innocent children!'" she says in regards to Val. "Um, I'm only having two babies," the maids feels the need to correct, but Liz barks back, "Do you want a bullet between the eyes?!" "Liz, please!" Ben begs of his sorta friend, believing her to only be making things worse. "Well I've about had it with all the shadiness that's going on here. I didn't sign up for this, and if I'm gonna have to die today then I'm not gonna die like a little bitch," Liz points out, but Ben argues, "No one said we had to die!" "I'm pretty sure that's the whole idea with the man with the gun!" Liz retaliates. However, as the two continue to bicker, Val furrows a brow, noticing something. "Guys," she tries, only to go ignored, and so she tries again, "Guys." "If you hadn't quit then maybe we wouldn't be in this situation!" Liz shouts at the butler, but he instead points out, "It's not my responsibility to clean up the mess every time Ali's life goes to crap. You're her girlfriend." "Guys!" Val barks one last time, resulting in a "What?!" from both Ben and Liz. "Look," the maid utters, and the three turn to Marvin, who has lowered the gun and is now sat down on the ground in tears. "The hell..." Ben utters, and Liz carefully walks over, managing to catch her girlfriend's father by surprise and slip the gun from his hand. "Oh, my God," Ben exclaims in shock, and Liz points the gun at Marvin's head, who now cowers in fear, raising his hands. "You moron," she mocks, then getting to her point, "Now tell us what's going on!" "I- I'm sorry," Marvin cries but Liz, in her four inch heels, kicks him in the back thus knocking him on his stomach. "Liz!" Ben exclaims, motioning that she lower the gun some, which she does. "I- I can't be part of this anymore... I can't do this for her anymore... I just can't do this... not to Ali... not to my baby... I'm so sorry..." Marvin whimpers as Ben and Liz look at one another in confusion and Val just stands there bored. "'Her'?" Liz wonders, "Fiona? Cassie?" "Tell us everything," the butler demands, and so Marvin begins to turn on his backside and eventually sits up. "Fiona..." he utters, and we're taken to the past.
Growing up, we were always very sheltered. When she and I were born, there were a lot of complications, and after that our parents were too afraid to let us loose into the world.
We see Marvin and Fiona's mother and father as they each hold one of their newborn babies, never wanting to let go. They briefly glance at one another, fearful of the world around them and what could come from it for their children.
Because of this, we were never allowed to have a normal life. We were home-schooled, and never allowed to go outside and play with the other neighborhood kids.
Marvin and Fiona are sat on the living room floor as their mother reads to them from a history textbook. Then later on, we see them as they look out the window of their small suburban home as other kids run while in the street, riding their bikes or playing ball.
We see Marvin and Fiona solving a puzzle together during what would be their elementary school years; then them solving a little bit harder of a puzzle at what would be their middle school years; and then them solving an even harder puzzle during what would be their high school years.
We see Marvin and Fiona in the latter's twin-sized bed of their shared bedroom as Marvin has his arms wrapped around his sister's waist as they start to fall asleep in the presence of each other's company.
Then it led to a little bit of kissing...
We see twins Marvin and Fiona again, in their shared bedroom at night using just a flashlight to provide them the light needed, as they're embracing one another in an ever-so-passionate kiss.
And I'm sure you all know what comes next...
Marvin is on top of Fiona, the two of them presumably naked but with a sheet covering them, as the bed shakes and the two quietly moan with pleasure.
I think I'm gonna throw up... and not just because of how sick this whole story is.
In the present day, Ben, Liz, and Val all have looks of complete and utter disgust on their faces, but Val is forced to excuse herself in order to go vomit in a bush. "As I was saying," Marvin sees fit to continue....
Marvin Pierce takes in a breath of fresh air as he walks his university campus, looking around at all of his fellow students. He is in awe at such diversity. From big things such as race all the way down to the little things like how one styles their hair. It was almost overwhelming for him.
And that's when I met her...
As Marvin continues to look around, he fails to notice the person walking in the opposite direction of him who he accidentally bumps into, causing her to drop all of her books. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she says to him, but he assures that it was his fault before getting down to help her pick up her books.
Ali's mother, the only other woman I've ever loved.
Ali's mother has just finished introducing herself, and we see that she's another beautiful blonde. Marvin is absolutely taken with her, and he holds out his hand to shake, going on to introduce himself as well.
It was love at first sight, I'd say. We dated the next couple years and got married immediately after we finished college.
We see Marvin and the soon-to-be Mrs. Pierce standing at the altar and reciting their wedding vows to one another before being bound together in holy matrimony.
Of course we then went on to have Ali...
We see the Pierce couple with a newborn Ali, and they look at one another with love in their eyes.
And it looked as though we'd live happily ever after...
We're now show a familiar piece of history, one that depicts the normal, everyday lives of the Pierce family. Marvin is sat at the table and reading his newspaper, his wife is putting out breakfast, and their daughter is looking ever-so-content with life.
But then it all went to hell...
"Mommy?!" a young Ali cries, and Marvin soon joins his daughter in witnessing the horrific sight before them. Ali's mother, Marvin's wife and true love lying lifeless in the bathtub with her wrists slashed. "No..." he utters, before collapsing to the ground in tears, pulling his daughter in close as they both sob profusely.
We see Ali and Marvin sat at the kitchen table trying to resume their old routine, but obviously it's not the same as it once was. Marvin was no longer at peace reading the morning paper, and Ali was of course no longer content.
So I reached out to the only person in the world I knew would be there for me.
Fiona puts out breakfast for Ali and Marvin, and refills the latter's coffee cup. "Eat up," she instructs, "I made it extra special today!" Ali proceeds to do as told, but Marvin can tell it's just not the same.
Fiona came in to fill this void in our lives, and... well in some aspects it worked...
With Ali put to bed, Fiona leaves her room to go into Marvin's, who is sat reading in bed. "We shouldn't..." he really believes, but Fiona argues, "Oh, but we most certainly should," and she proceeds to close the door behind her.
Besides Ali's mother, Fiona was the only other woman I had ever been with. And being with her again, well... there was just this sense of familiarity to it.
Marvin is on top of Fiona with a sheet covering them, just like old times, as the two moan with pleasure at the sinful act they are committing. Though Marvin now feels some guilt about what he's doing, there's something about his sister that keeps pulling him back. She proceeds to grab him by the face and pull him in for a nice, passionate kiss.
But I learned, yet again, that good things don't last forever...
In another moment of the past that we've already witnessed before, we see Ali just over a decade ago as she re-enters her childhood home. "Is anyone here?" she calls out, making her way to a room with a closed door. She proceeds to open it, but is absolutely disturbed by what she sees inside. "Oh, my God," she utters, in absolute disgust, as Marvin is seen on top of Fiona in bed.
Ali had come to learn of my secret. It was all over. What had been seen couldn't be unseen.
"Ali, please!" Marvin begs, re-dressed and following his daughter through their home. She wants nothing to do with her father though, but he grabs her arm in order to prevent her for leaving. "Let me explain!" he begs, but Ali shakes her head. "What's there to explain?! That's your sister!" the young blonde barks, "How long has this been going on?! Were you screwing her when mom was alive?!" Marvin assures his daughter that he wasn't, but she doesn't seem to believe him. Ali promptly yanks her arm away from Marvin, demanding that he get away from her. "Ali--" he tries, but Ali shakes her head, still appalled, and proceeds to exit their family home.
She wanted nothing to do with me after that, and I couldn't blame her. She continued to live at home, but we had little to no communication whatsoever anymore. And then one night she went out... and never came back.
Ali comes downstairs one night where she finds Marvin and Fiona both sat in the den, her aunt watching TV and her father reading a book. Marvin and Ali make eye contact with one another as Ali's stops to grab her coat on the way out, but no words are exchanged when Ali heads out the door for a night at the new club that's just opened up... and based on already-known events, we know that she never makes it back (see "Butler Who?").
My daughter had gone missing, and I feared the absolute worst... but then I was consumed with other pressing matters.
Marvin is on the phone with the police, trying to figure out what could have happened to Ali when he's soon joined in the kitchen by Fiona. He turns around and is so surprised that he alerts the officer on the other line that he'll have to call him back. The camera pans over to reveal that Fiona holds none other than a positive pregnancy test. "We're gonna have a baby," she utters with extreme delight, but Marvin doesn't know what to make of this.
My sister was pregnant with my child and, well... I had to be there for her. For them.
We see Fiona in the delivery room of the hospital, holding Marvin's hand while pushing until finally Cassandra Pierce is born.
Marvin and Cassie are sat at the breakfast table, with Fiona soon joining them, as the three perfect a new everyday routine.
Fiona had spent years digging her hooks into me, and now she was succeeding in doing the same thing to my daughter... our daughter. At the time it didn't seem like a problem...
We see Marvin as he looks into Cassie's room one night, with Fiona reading to her in bed. A bond is being formed between the two, one that Fiona knows will come as an advantage at some point. It's about much more than having a close relationship with her daughter for Fiona, but Marvin has yet to realize this.
But then one night, after hearing nothing for ten years, I was watching the news coverage when there was suddenly a breaking story...
Marvin is sat in front of the TV when his program is interrupted, and his eyes widen in shock at what he sees.
There she was... Ali... my daughter... on TV being questioned by officers as about a dozen women are seen exiting that big mansion.
Sure enough, Ali is in the background on Marvin's TV. She's just let the police know about the hostages Jorgio Del Barrio had kept in the basement, and they're all being escorted out and to safety (see "Drop Dead Devious"). "Fiona!" Marvin calls, "Fiona, come here!" Soon enough, Fiona joins him in the den, equally as shocked by the sighting on TV, and the two look at one another pondering what happens next.
I wanted to reach out to Ali, but Fiona told me not to. She said that Ali would still want nothing to do with me after all this time, so instead I kept my distance. I watched her life from afar...
We see Marvin as he reads up on the articles regarding Jorgio's business, what the conditions were like and what all the ladies went through. We see him online checking out the website for the charity Ali started now that she's inherited her imprisoned husband's fortune, and how she's spreading awareness for the crime that is human trafficking. Marvin watches countless interviews, numerous speeches, and even follows her Twitter and Instagram accounts to keep up with her vacation before finally returning to a normal life in Wikerly Hills (see "Malice in Workerland").
Marvin is sat down at the kitchen table writing out his first letter reaching out to Ali, addressing it as being from the "Pierce Residence" (see "The Peasant and the Devious"). Fiona hovers over him all the while, with an ever-so-devious grin on her face, and so the letter is shipped off.
Of course, as you already know, Ali chose to ignore it. At this time I thought it was because of you, well, these 'people' in her life. So I kept sending them... again... and again... and again... until the two of you finally reached out to me.
Marvin writes letter after letter, mailing them all off over the course of six months until finally he receives one back. He reads it being from two of the people Ali is closest to now, and how they want him to come over (see "...Baby One More Crime"). As such, he shows it to Fiona, and he and Cassie pack their bags and head for Wikerly Hills.
And, well, here we are now...
Back in the present day, with Marvin finally having come to the conclusion of his story, Ben and Liz stand in shock, jaws dropped, while Valentina sits on the ground entirely zoned out. "I'm sorry, you lost me at banging your sister," the maid snaps back in, but everyone continues to disregard her. "I... don't know what to say," Ben admits, turning to Liz who says, "I do. You're sick!" this part is directed at Marvin, who nods in agreement. "But wait..." Ben realizes, "You said Fiona had a plan that came with reuniting with Ali. What the hell is it?!" A tear falls from Marvin's eye as he admits: "I thought it was something innocent. I thought it would involve saving her from the two of you, but I'm starting to see... you people aren't the villains. My sister is capable of far more than I realized before and, well, I'm not so sure anymore that my wife's death in fact a suicide... or if Ali's kidnapping was entirely random..." "Does that mean...?" Ben's coming to understand, and Marvin nods. "You have get home to her now."
In bed, Ali looks up at her inbred sister who is soon joined by her mother/aunt. "It's about time, sweet girl," Fiona says to Ali, who is still very incapable of fighting off her professed fate.
Fiona twists the knob on the bathtub in order to turn the faucet off, content with the amount of water that fills the tub, and she exits the bathroom to rejoin Ali and Cassie, the latter of which she instructs to go down to the kitchen and bring back her pocketbook. Cassie nods, going to do as told. "And now we go," she says, and Ali, though still a bit hazy, is able to make out the view from her bed of the filled up tub. "You've done this before..." she utters, coming to a realization. At first Fiona doesn't know what to say, but finally a very-common-these-days devious grin comes across her face. "Clever girl," she commends, "though it did take you a good fifteen or so years to figure it out." "Why did you do it?" Ali hoarsely asks, to which Fiona frowns and replies, "Because your whore mother couldn't mind her own..."
Your father and I were in love. What Marvin and I had was real, true love... and then one day he came home with that uptight, toothpick-thin, wannabe-bleach-blonde bimbo.
In the past, Marvin has returned from college for the first time and has brought with him his new girlfriend, who would go on to become Ali's mother. Marvin's parents are absolutely taken by the girl's beauty and personality. They couldn't have chosen someone better for their son. Fiona, on the other hand, stands off to the sidelines with a face green with envy.
I went from being your father's everything to being nothing to him at all. He no longer wanted anything to do with me. He wouldn't even look at me!
We see again Marvin's wedding to Ali's future mother, as he stares into her eyes and professes his eternal love for her. They're sworn together in holy matrimony, pronounced husband and wife, and allowed their first kiss as a married couple. All the while, Fiona sits in the front row of the chapel with tears in her eyes. "Tears of joy?" a random wedding attendee inquires, but Fiona merely glares at them, proceeding to scoot a little bit away from them.
Fiona sits in a crumpy one bedroom apartment, drinking vodka straight from the bottle as tears stream down her face as she reads Marvin's Christmas card which, right in the center, has a happy family photograph of him and his new wife and daughter, Ali.
Years went by, and my pain only worsened... until one day I decided I'd had enough. I knew Marvin would be working during the day and that you would be at school, so I decided to pay my dear sister-in-law a visit.
"Oh... hi, Fiona. Come on in," Mrs. Pierce greets with a warm smile, albeit a little surprised by Marvin's sister's unannounced visit. Fiona looks around the little suburban home and comments, "Quaint..." "It's small, but we like it," Mrs. Pierce says, "Would you like some tea?" "Oh, would I!" Fiona beams with false joy, and so Mrs. Pierce goes to fetch her a cup.
It was as if she was asking for me to roofie her so I could draw her a bath and slit her wrists, though I'm not complaining.
As Fiona sits at the kitchen table, Mrs. Pierce puts out two cups of fresh tea, but, as she goes to fetch them a snack, this gives Fiona enough time to pull out a Ziploc bag of the remnants of dozens of crushed sleeping pills, which she proceeds to pour into and stir in her sister-in-law's cup. With only seconds to spare, Fiona is rejoined by Mrs. Pierce, and the two settle down to have their drinks and chat... until of course the drugs kick in and Mrs. Pierce promptly falls unconscious.
You might be wondering if I ever felt bad about what I did to that poor woman or if I have any regrets, but quite frankly my dear the answer is no. Hell, I'd never felt more alive!
We see Fiona dragging an unconscious Mrs. Pierce into the bathroom, raising her up in order to put her into the filled-up bath she's drawn for her. "You really were a dumb slut," Fiona laughs (bear in mind this is like fifteen years ago), and she proceeds to hold up the knife she brought with her from the kitchen and roll up Mrs. Pierce's sleeves. With that, she takes the knife and begins digging it into her sister-in-law's wrists, and blood squirts out everywhere. It just misses hitting Fiona, as the insane woman is able to shove Mrs. Pierce's arm into the bath water, thus turning it a sickly red.
Fiona happily hums throughout the kitchen, taking on the old role Mrs. Pierce played in Ali and Marvin's family dynamic. She finally feels at peace with the world again, having gotten exactly what she had wanted. However, she remains oblivious to the unhappiness of her niece and the somewhat awkwardness of her brother.
And then you had to go and ruin everything.
For the third time now, we see Ali returning home and asking if anyone's there. She makes his way through the house until coming to a room with a closed door, and upon entering she is startled by what she sees: her father and his sister having sexual intercourse. "Ali, please!" Marvin begs, later re-dressed and following his daughter through their home. She wants nothing to do with her father though, but he grabs her arm in order to prevent her for leaving. "Let me explain!" he begs, but Ali shakes her head. "What's there to explain?! That's your sister!" the young blonde barks, "How long has this been going on?! Were you screwing her when mom was alive?!" Marvin assures his daughter that he wasn't, but she doesn't seem to believe him. Ali promptly yanks her arm away from Marvin, demanding that he get away from her. "Ali--" he tries, but Ali shakes her head, still appalled, and proceeds to exit their family home. Fiona meanwhile, overhears all of this, and she is not happy.
Fiona walks through the streets of a shady side of Wikerly Hills one night, holding an umbrella and wearing a hat and pair of sunglasses. She sees a figure in the shadows - a man wearing a trenchcoat - who steps out into the light and we see is none other than Jorgio Del Barrio.
Oh, I'm sure you didn't see that one coming. Well, your now-late husband and I struck an agreement.
"See this girl?" Fiona exclaims, holding up a wallet-sized photo of Ali, "She's all yours." Jorgio examines the picture before furrowing his brow and looking back at Fiona. "What's the catch, Miss Pierce?" he asks. Fiona takes a minute to consider her options.
Basically, Jorgio covered the expenses of mine and Marvin's trip to Italy the following Spring. It really was a win-win situation... well, for everyone except you of course.
"Keep in touch," Jorgio says to Fiona, shaking her hand and handing over his business card. "Will do," Fiona exclaims, slipping the card into her bra as the two part ways.
All that I had to do next was see that you made your way to a bar or something and, knowing about that new club that was opening up and your desperation to get out there and land a man, I knew it shouldn't be that hard... and yes, I read your diary.
Fiona is sat on Ali's bed one day skimming through her niece's diary when suddenly she's hit with an idea. We next see Ali arrive home and head into the kitchen where she notices on the counter there to be a flier for the new club that's opening up. Fiona watches from the hall as she sips a cup of tea, knowing her niece is taking the bait.
After that awkward-as-all-hell silent exchange you had with your father before you headed out, I knew that it was best I get going too.
With the door to the Pierce residence closing, Ali having left, Fiona proceeds to click the button on the remote and let out a fake yawn. "I think I'm gonna head to bed," she says to Marvin, "Don't wait up." Marvin nods, barely even looking up from his book, and so Fiona heads for the stairs... only to make a detour to the back door and sneak out in order to pursue her niece.
We see Ali sitting nervously at a club in her early twenties, rather antisocial and wanting to try and push herself to get out there (see "Butler Who?"). Fiona watches from afar, sipping a cocktail and reveling in this, but she's soon reminded when looking to her left and spotting Jorgio watching her that she needs to get moving. As such, Fiona finishes her cocktail and opens up her purse in which she keeps two pills given to her by Jorgio. They instantly dissolve once hitting liquid, thus making Fiona's job a lot easier, and so Miss Pierce makes her way over to Ali when she's not looking and is able to slip the two pills into her glass. When Ali looks back, Fiona is already gone, shuffling through the crowd to get out of sight. She looks back at Jorgio who gives her a nod, thus indicating that her job is done.
But yeah, after drugging you and watching you be escorted out by that rather scary-looking man, that was about it. Oh, and of course a few days later I peed on a stick and learned your replacement would arrive in nine or so months.
"And now that you know all of this, hun, I'm afraid it's time for you to die," Fiona exclaims with glee and proceeds to reveal, "Then all of your money will go to your sister, to be enjoyed by her father of course as he still is her legal guardian. And what's enjoyed by Marvin, well, it'll be enjoyed by me too!" Ali looks up at her at her aunt, simply shook to the core. "Cassandra," Fiona claps, "Auntie hasn't got all day," and sure enough, Cassie arrives back upstairs with Fiona's pocketbook, having missed her "aunt"'s whole reveal. "Thank you, darling," she says to the little girl, taking the handbag and digging inside until finding a nice, sharp knife. "Funny, I saw this at a flea market," Fiona giggles, "I knew right away I wanted to use it to slice your wrists," she says to Ali, who just stares at Fiona and begins shaking in fear. However, to her aunt and sister's oblivion, Ali starts to feel a little different... as if she's regaining a bit of her strength. Not too much, but she can feel some of it returning to her. "Cassandra, hold this," Fiona says, tossing her pocketbook back into her biological daughter's arms, then telling her to step back. Cassie does so, and Fiona proceeds to walk to the end of the bed and grab a hold of Ali's legs, still maintaining a grip on the knife all the while. She starts dragging Ali off the bed, not even caring if her niece hits her head or not, and she drags her across the room and into the ensuite. Tears stream down Ali's face as she looks up and sees Cassie following her and Fiona, the little girl still looking unfazed by all of this. Ali gives her sister a pleading look, but Cassie then just looks forward in order to avoid it, and Ali's hope is starting to become lost yet again. "Up we go, dearie," Fiona exclaims, having dragged Ali to the end of the bathtub, and she reaches down, knife in tow, as she begins lifting her niece up. Ali, however, as she's being forced to her feet, is starting to regain the strength needed at a much quicker rate. It's now that she's able to put up somewhat of a fight, attempting to shove Fiona back some. "You disobedient slag!" Fiona barks, using the back end of the knife to punch Ali in the face with, knocking her backwards and down into the water. Ms. Del Barrio is dizzy now, still feeling some of the effects of the drugs as well as the pain from her aunt's hit. Fiona, meanwhile, goes and lifts up Ali's legs in order to get them into the tub as well, and once done she stands back and smiles, satisfied with the image she has created thus far. "It really is a shame we couldn't all just be a family," Fiona exclaims, approaching Ali and grabbing her arm, prepared to dig the knife into her wrists. Tears stream down Ali's face, and she looks up at her sister one last time. Cassie sees this, making eye contact with Ali, and then looks up at Fiona. The knife is near pressed to Ali's wrist. It's about to be over. And then Cassie lunges forward at her "aunt" letting out a loud "NO!" She knocks Fiona to the side, sending the knife flying out of the wicked auntie's hand. Fiona looks at Cassie in absolute shock, and the mother and daughter each run for the knife, with Cassie getting to it first. "You ungrateful little heathen!" Fiona barks at the little girl, "Hand it over now!" But Cassie shakes her head, albeit trembling a little, and Fiona scoffs. "How dare you defy me?!" she screeches, "I am your MOTHER, and you will do as I say!" Cassie is absolutely taken aback by this revelation, tears now welling up in her eyes as she starts to break down. Ali, meanwhile, is able to just sit up enough in order to see this conflict between mother and daughter take place. However, before Fiona is able to act any further, the three are all alerted by the sound of the front door opening, with Ben calling out: "Ali?!" "Oh hell no..." Fiona utters, glaring at the two sisters before storming out of the bathroom.
Downstairs, meanwhile, Ben, Liz, Marvin, and Val have all filed into the mansion. "Liz and I will check the downstairs, you and Val take the upstairs," Ben instructs to Marvin. "If you think I am trudging up all those stairs then you've got yourself confused," Val exclaims, planting her huge butt on the bottom step and Liz feels the need to ask: "Why is she here again?" "Because I'm a series regular, obvi," Val answers, as if it's obvious. Ben and Liz just shrug their shoulders though, setting off to investigate the downstairs while Marvin rolls his eyes at his lazy assigned-partner, proceeding to run up the long staircase. "Ali?!" he calls, but once making it to the top he's shockingly met by Fiona. "You idiot," she spits, feeling oh-so betrayed by the man she spent all of her life in love with. "Fiona..." Marvin utters, but she doesn't let him say anything further, proceeding to use her surprising strength and shove her dear brother down the stairs, thus causing him to roll all the way down and end up all the way at the end, dizzy, looking up at Val. "You might wanna move," the pregnant woman suggests, "I'm feeling a little gassy."
"Ali?!" Ben calls out, elsewhere in the mansion with Liz. "The playroom!" the redhead recalls as being Ali and Cassie's main hangout, and so the butler and the bitch make their way through the halls and to the room only to find no one there. Still the two enter, and it's Ben who approaches Cassie's art station and notices a particular painting: a blonde girl with slashed up wrists, bleeding out (see "Shine to Five"). "Oh, my God..." Ben utters, and Liz comes to the conclusion: "In 13 Reasons Why, the main girl killed herself by slashing her wrists in a bathtub. Was the most disturbing scene ever." "So they're gonna stage Ali's murder like a suicide," Ben finishes, and he and Liz realize where to head next.
Fiona returns to the bathroom where she plans to fight for the knife back from Cassie. "Hand it over, you insipid brat!" Miss Pierce barks, but she sees that Cassie is no longer in possession of it... and then an eerie grin comes across the little girl's face. Fiona slowly turns to her right, looking at the bathtub, and quickly realizes why Cassie's demeanor has changed. "What have you done...?" she utters, only grabbed a hold of from behind and slammed against the wall with the knife now being held against her neck. It's Ali, her strength having all returned, as she stands there soaking wet with rage in her eyes. "This can't be happening..." Fiona utters, but the knife is pressed even harder against her neck. "Shut up!" Ali demands, "Just shut the hell up!" "Ali..." a voice then calls out, and the angry blonde turns to see that she's been joined by Ben and Liz. "Pu- put the knife down," Ben pleads of his best friend, but Ali shakes her head. "She ruined my life! She took everything from me!" "And it was so worth it," Fiona speaks up and Ali snaps, pressing even harder as she barks, "I WILL CUT YOUR THROAT, YOU HATEFUL BITCH!" Fiona just sneers though, knowing that if she's going down now then at least she'll be dragging Ali down with her. Ben, meanwhile, takes a step forward. "Ali..." he utters, gently, "this isn't you. You wouldn't do this. You're not a killer, and you know it!" "I don't know what I know anymore... or who I am," she argues, tears streaming down her face. "Yeah, well I do!" he says, taking another step forward, "You're Ali. You're the kindest, most warm and caring person I've ever met. You're strong, and you're assertive. You put others first even when you're going through troubles of your own, and you're not just this flicker of light amidst a sea of darkness... you're so much more." Ali is beginning to tremble, her grip on the knife becoming looser, though utters back: "But she doesn't deserve to live," in regards to Fiona, who takes offense to this. "Maybe not," Ben agrees, "but that's not your call to make, and all you would be doing is making things worse for yourself. Why let her darken your soul just for one act of revenge?" Ali takes all of this into consideration, and Ben deems it safe enough to properly approach her now. The blonde cries, but her butler bestie is able to slide the knife from her hand and escort her away from Fiona. "She ruined my life!" Ali bawls, burying her head into Ben's arms as he shushes her, pulling her in close for comfort. "It's gonna be alright," he promises, "It's gonna be alright." In the meantime, Liz is slipping out of the room, and Cassie is seeing fit to continue standing on the sidelines in silence. Fiona looks around, annoyed to see that Ben wasn't stupid enough to put the knife down like a lot of people do on TV. However, she deems her niece and the butler to be busy just enough so that she's able to slip away; though, some think otherwise. "She's getting away!" Cassie calls out, interrupting Ben and Ali's moment, and the three run after Fiona who's headed for the stairs. What she doesn't anticipate though is that Liz is standing there off to the side, just waiting for insane woman to cross her path, allowing her to outstretch her foot thus tripping Fiona and sending her tumbling down the steps. Ali and Ben watch in shock as they rejoin Liz, the latter of which embraces her heroic girlfriend in a loving kiss. Meanwhile, Fiona lies at the bottom of the stairs in pain, feeling a sense of dizziness and wondering what just happened. She sees Marvin now standing over her, his arms crossed. "It's over, Fiona," he says to his wicked sister while taking out his phone to dial the police, but if things weren't already bad enough, Miss Pierce finds herself being hit with the fart to end all farts, turning to see Val sat on the step next to her and lifting her hips. The pregnant maid then smirks, "Told ya I was feeling gassy."
"Who do you think you are?!" Mary barks, "Breaking into my house when I'm not home, snooping around my bedroom?!" Miss Solano currently walks back and forth as she lectures Rena who she's moved into the den and forced to sit down on the couch. He just looks down, feeling ashamed and also frightened because of what he currently believes of his girlfriend. "You know how I feel about personal space, so what gives?!" Finally, it's Rena's turn to talk, though it doesn't seem as though he really wants to take the chance right now. "Well?!" Mary barks again, exclaiming that she doesn't have all day. And so Rena finally utters: "I know you're the Devious Butler." Mary is taken aback by this. Literally, she feels the need to take a step back. "I... am fighting such a strong urge to hit you right now," she admits, and so Rena finally works up the courage to stand up. "Are you not gonna deny it?" he asks, to which she responds, "No!" "No you're not gonna deny it?!" "No, I'm not the Devious Butler, you moron!" she barks, raising her hand to slap her boyfriend but manages to pull it back down in time. She proceeds to let out a deep breath and turn back to him, wondering: "Why on earth do you think I'm the Devious Butler?" "Well, there's quite a few reasons," Rena shrugs. "Like?" "You keep not wanting me to go after them." "Because I don't want you to get yourself hurt?" "Or because you know I'll figure you out!" "Sweetheart, if I was gonna run around as a serial killer then I would've gone with a far less mediocre disguise than 'the Devious Butler'." "There's also Liz's stunt-double. It creates more publicity for the film," Rena argues, but Mary points out that she's famous enough to not have to stoop so low. "And then there's the obvious," the butler remembers, "Why do you have all of those sharpened household items under your bed, hmmmm? Especially the mop, which was used to decapitate Elijah Davis who I recall you were once friends with. Perhaps you had a falling out so you took him out?" "Oh, for crying out loud, Rena! My falling out with Eli was because of his mistreatment of Liz during their divorce," she tells the butler (see "Houseboy Who Cried Wolf"), "And as for all the weapons, I practice this form of martial arts and so I re-purposed some old household items. Case you forgot, I wasn't born into some wealthy family that gave me everything. Everything I have I had to earn on my own. I built myself from the ground up, and yeah I'm not entirely accustomed to just letting things go to waste." "Oh..." Rena utters, "I- I guess that makes sense." "Yeah," Mary beams, proceeding to hold her hand out for the key demanding that it be returned to her. Begrudgingly, Rena fishes it from his pocket and hands it back. "But wait!" Rena recalls, having one more question - perhaps the most important one of all considering it's what led him on this wild goose chase, "What does 'DB' mean?" "Huh?" "Your bracelet," Rena points, as Mary still has it on, "it's what led me to suspect you in the first place." "Oh, that," Mary realizes, "Have you heard of Double Benetration?" "What?" "Of course not," Mary replies, "Well, it was the first film I ever made. Had loads of merchandise made for it - 'DB' - and yeah it flopped hard." "Wait, so your first film was a porno?" "Yeah, it wasn't a porno." "Oh... um, okay." Mary nods, confirming that it's exactly as bad as it sounds - a spin-off film to a Benedict Cotton series, in fact, so one can imagine. "Then why do you wear the bracelet?" Rena wonders, and Mary shrugs, stating that it went well with her outfit. "Until that deranged serial killer was a thing, it was never a problem," Mary points out, and Rena nods. There's a moment of awkward silence, with Mary not really knowing what happens next and Rena realizing he screwed up. "I'm... I'm sorry," the butler finally utters, "I just... I really wanna bring this guy down." "I get that," Mary says, understanding, "but you need to chill some. You keep going after the first person who sounds even slightly suspicious, but the reality is there's a whole town of people it could be. You went after some rando gay doctor and me of all people. That's just... yeah, maybe go to Joe for some help, but you're not really getting anywhere here." "I admit, Dr. Strange was a misstep," Rena concedes, "but you..." "What?" Mary asks, not liking Rena's change in tone. "I think I just... I wanted to find out what was wrong with you before..." "Before what?" Mary inquires, really not having a good feeling about this. And so Rena decides to come clean: "I think I'm in love with you." It appears Mary was right to follow her gut's instinct. "Oh..." she replies, "thank you." Rena now frowns, having not seen that response coming, and the couple look away from one another as Rena's phone suddenly starts to vibrate. The butler fetches it from his pocket, relieved to be pulled away from his current situation and he answers to none other than his sister. "Theresa?" he greets, who on the other line exclaims, "Go outside. You're in for a surprise." Confused, Rena looks back at Mary one last time who's yet to look back at him, and he proceeds to exit the Solano house where he finds that, parked in the middle of the road, is an Uber which none other than Theresa Duarte herself steps out of, bags in tow. "Big brother!" she greets, just after telling the Uber driver that Rena will cover the charge, and rushes over to him for a hug. "Theresa!" Rena gasps, having not expected this at all, while yelling for the Uber driver to hit up Mrs. Montgomery for the charge. He embraces his sister, though is confused as to why she flew all the way out from Portugal so suddenly. "Isn't it obvious, hun?" she points out, "I'm here to help you find the Devious Butler!" Rena's smile instantly goes away at the revelation of this though, not liking the idea at all.
Meanwhile, in an unknown location we see the Devious Butler as they carry a tray with a teapot and two cups over to a table, placing them down and pouring tea into each of the respective cups. The masked serial killer hands one of the cups over to an unseen figure sat in the seat next to them, as the Devious Butler sits down in their own. The camera proceeds to pan over though, and shock should befall all as it's revealed to be none other than a second Devious Butlers. There's at least two masked serial killers running around Wikerly Hills. The two figures turn to one another and proceed to clink together their two mini cups of tea.
With his grocery bag in tow, Josh stares up at Brad's apartment building, and Brad stares up at it too. "So," Josh murmurs, "I guess it's time." "It sure is," Brad smiles, and Josh smiles to him as well. There's a moment of hesitation, and then Brad asks his husband what it is he's waiting for. "I don't know," Josh admits, "I just... I feel as though everyone needs to understand. I don't want them all thinking I just abandoned them." "You could leave a note," Brad suggests, but Josh points out, "It'd burn." More hesitation, and finally the English butler takes out his cell phone. "What are you doing?" Brad wonders, and Josh replies, "Making a quick call." He begins to dial.
Over at the Winters' mansion, Joe's cell phone tells him that he has a call waiting, only he can't answer it right now because he's currently engaged in trying to ring James. "Still not picking up, huh?" Joanna questions from over by the couch, taking a sip of something, and Joe replies, "No," then throwing his phone down in frustration. "Well that oughtta make him answer," Joanna quips, and Joe just slumps down next to her. "I can't believe it all went wrong," he moans to his fiancée, "Here I was, thinking I was about to gain this new piece of family and then..." "Tell me about it," Joanna utters, and then Joe turns to her properly and is shocked by what he sees: the glass she is sipping from does not contain wine, but water, and he immediately has to exclaim, "Oh dear lord what's wrong?" "What do you mean?" Joanna asks, and Joe recalls that the last time he saw her drink water she said she was staving off visions or something (see "Drop Dead Devious"). "Yeah, well, you know..." she murmurs, and Joe again presses, "So... what's wrong?" Joanna puts her glass down, and finally finds herself admitting, "I wanna have a baby." "Oh..." Joe utters in response, "Really? Well, um, I suppose, when we get married, we could, uh..." "I can't, Joe," she elaborates. "Can't?" "Have kids," she goes on, "The doctor told me it'd be a medical miracle, and... and I got so desperate, I... For crap's sake, I tried to buy one of Ben's daughters." "You what?" "Let's just move past that," she brushes. "Why, when, what, um... Since when did you wanna have kids so bad?" he wonders, and Joanna tells him, "Since I told you about the Nadia stuff, her sending me things. You told me not to let my paranoia get in the way of what I want, and... and I was gaining you as a family member, and I guess I wanted to just... grow that. My family." "Oh..." Joe utters yet again, "Well, that I more than understand." "You don't think I'm crazy?" she asks, to which he states, "Oh, sweetie, of course I do. It's one of the reasons I love you." She smiles, and he gives her a kiss, and then, "But having a baby would be the wrong move for us. There's so much going on, we're both kinda messes, and while we need to progress and move forward we need to do so in... well..." "Baby steps?" Joanna finishes for him, and Joe tells her, "Yeah." She nods, and there's a moment of silence, and then Joe pipes back up with, "But.. I am tempted to take my own advice." "What do you mean?" "About the paranoia thing. Not letting it get in the way of what we want. And I've let my whole kidnapping extravaganza hold us back long enough - I think we should try again with the wedding. Soon." "You do?" Joanna smiles, and Joe promises, "I really do. We need to make each other family officially before we really think about expanding on it. And hey, who knows, once we tie the knot... we might find out that we're all that we need." Joanna's smile widens, and she kisses her fiancé hard. "I love you," she tells him, and he responds, "I know." "So," she goes on, "where should we have the wedding?" "Not where we had it last time," Joe figures. "And definitely not a church," Joanna adds on. Joe nods, then looking around at the mansion they're in and suggesting, "Why not here? I mean I made it all nice for the proposal, I don't see why we can't make it even nicer." Joanna too takes a look around, thinking about what could be done with the place, and decides, "Here could work." Another kiss, and then Joe tells her that he should probably try contacting James again. "If we're gonna get married, I'd kinda like my brother to be there," he states, and Joanna nods. However, when Joe picks up his phone from where he threw it down, he sees that he has a voicemail from Josh, and finds this awfully curious. Joanna sees, equally intrigued, and then Joe plays it. "Joe," comes Josh's voice, "I'm sorry I couldn't reach you properly, but, I'm actually kind of glad that this is going down as a message. Posterity and all, plus it gives you no chance to try and talk me out of it." "I don't like where this is going," Joanna comments. The message goes on: "Think of this as my note. I want you and the other guys to know that I love you, and I'm really gonna miss you, and I'm sorry for any pain that this might cause but... you have to understand. Brad is my everything, and I need to be with him. I know it's meant to be 'til death do us part but... I can't let a silly thing like death get in the way of us. I just can't. So..." he takes a deep, rattly breath, "goodbye." The message ends, and Joe and Joanna turn to one another in utter horror. "What the hell is he gonna do?" Joanna exclaims, "And where the hell is he?!" "Brad's apartment," Joe guesses, "That's where these delusions kept him for months." "I hope you're right," Joanna states, getting to her feet. "Whoa, what are you doing?" Joe asks, "We need to call the police!" Joanna arches an eyebrow, and Joe responds, "Yeah, I heard it, let's go." Joanna grabs her car keys, eyeing her car in the drive, and assures her husband-to-be-very-soon, "Don't worry. I can get us there fast."
Within Brad's apartment building, Josh can be seen approaching the fire alarm and breaking the case-of-emergency glass. It cuts his knuckles a little, but he doesn't care - after all, he already has a whole wrist full of them - and then the alarm itself is sounded. With that, he begins to head further into the building as the rest of its residents begin to rush out, partaking in evacuation. Grocery bag in tow, he then heads for the elevator, and one of the female tenants who's just emerged from the stairwell asks if he's crazy. "Maybe," Josh responds monotonically as he pushes the button for Brad's floor, and then the door closes and he begins to rise. From beside him, Brad promises, "You're not, baby. You're doing what needs to be done." Josh nods at this.
Meanwhile, Joanna's car can be seen speeding down the evening roads of Wikerly Hills as Joe holds on for dear life in the passenger seat. "We nearly there?" the latter asks. "Almost," Joanna promises as she really hits the gas and drives right past a red light. No one takes much notice because the rich people in this town seem to do whatever the hell they want anyhow.
Finally, Josh arrives at Brad's apartment door, and Brad comments, "Here's hoping they haven't sold it yet." "Yeah," Josh utters, then asking his husband, "Could you hold this?" in reference to his grocery bag. However, the bag just drops right to the floor, and Josh says to himself, "Oh, right." "That's why you're doing this, remember?" Brad reminds him, and a tear leaks from the English butler's eye as he takes the key from around his neck. He looks beside himself, wanting reassurance, but suddenly Brad is gone, and then come the words, "Down here." Josh looks down, and realizes that the noise in his head - his husband's now disembodied voice - is now emanating from the key. "A talking key, remember? Now open the door. It's time." Josh places the key into the lock and twists. The horrible fire alarm is still ringing in the background, but he's able to block it out. "Listen only to me," Brad beckons as he reforms beside his husband, and then the door is opened, the key is reapplied to Josh's neck, and the grocery bag with the can, the gas and the matches is scooped up off the floor. Josh heads on inside his eerily empty former home. "Place is looking a tad bare," comments Brad, trying to keep the mood light, "We're out of soap, for one thing. There's no couch, for another." Josh just keeps moving.
Joanna's car comes to a screeching halt near the building, which nearly flings Joe off his seat, but he manages to stabilize himself with the seat belt. There's not exactly parking anywhere, because a multitude of evacuated residents as well as two honking firetrucks are outside. "Uh oh..." says Joe, coming to realize what it is that Josh is going for, and Joanna tells him, "Let's get moving." They both unbuckle and hop on out of the car, trying to work their way through the crowd. "You see Josh anywhere?" Joanna asks, hoping against hope, to which Joe replies, "He must be inside." They eavesdrop on the firemen some, one of them saying, "There's no fire in there. Must be some punk kid playing a prank."
However, at that very moment, Josh is going around his beloved's old living space with a watering can full of gasoline in tow. Elegant as a housewife, the English butler moves from area to area, sprinkling a myriad of surfaces with the highly flammable liquid until there's none left to pour. With that, he throws the watering can to one side, and then, because there is no furniture anymore, he takes a seat on the floor. Eventually, he reaches for the matchbox and removes a single match, then striking it along the box's rough edge a few times before creating an actual flame. He looks at it for a few moments, allowing the bright light of the tiny fire to reflect in his eyes, and then the vision of Brad looms over his cross-legged husband, ordering him to, "Go on. Do it." So he does. With a swing of his non-cut arm, Josh launches the match behind himself and the entire kitchen counter begins purveying a blaze. "Good," Brad smiles, the fire not reflecting in his not-real eyes, "good." Josh just sits there, patiently waiting for death, rocking back and forth and kissing the key around his neck.
"There's your fire..." one firemen says to the other, now seeing it through the window, and the team of firefighters begins to get in formation. "Oh, crap," Joanna says to Joe, "They're not gonna be able to prise him from there. If he wants to die, he's not budging." "So what do you suggest we do?" Joe asks, and Joanna pauses for a moment, before stating, "I have an idea. It's not exactly a good one, but..." The window shatters and flames roar out. "Right now, I'll take anything," Joe tells her. "Okay," Joanna nods, giving him a kiss, "Create a diversion?" "What?" But she's already gone, moving through the crowd, and Joe sees that she's heading for beyond the tape that the firefighters have set up in order to keep civilians at a safe distance back. Joe, not knowing what to do, soon finds himself pointing in a random direction and crying, "Look! There! Is that the Devious Butler?!" Everyone gasps and turns, fire dept. included, and then Joanna ducks under that tape and begins to run. "Hey! Lady!" one of the firemen yell as they see her dashing for the building's entrance, but it's too late. She's in, heading quickly for the stairs, and all Joe can do is pray for her safety. "I hope you know what you're doing, sweetie..."
The fire has spread further around Brad's apartment now, some smoke billowing over Josh's head, and he gives his first cough while sat very firmly on the ground. "This reminds me of our third date a little, actually," Brad comments, the smoke passing right through him, "Dinner by candlelight. You sure know how to set a mood." Josh coughs again, and the vision crouches down in order to look him in the eyes. "I know it's scary right now," he states, "But you're being incredibly brave. And it's gonna be over soon, I promise. The end is nigh and then... Well, you and I get to begin all over again. Doesn't that sound nice?" Josh nods, tears flooding his eyes, soot staining his face, and he chokes some more. "I can't wait to see you," says Brad. There's a bang at the door. "Ignore that. I love you." Another bang. "I love you so much." Another, and another. "So, so, so much." And BOOM. The door is kicked open by Joanna Winters - she has a knack for that. "JOSH?!" she screams, immediately licked back by the flames, trying to make him out through the smoke. She coughs, and she sees him, and she does her best to power forward. "Wha... wha...?" Josh tries to speak; he tries to look to Brad, but Brad's gone, and it's Joanna who looms over him. "You have to come with me, now," she tries, outstretching a hand, and Josh finds his voice. "You're crazy if you think I'm going anywhere! Especially with you! You killed my husband!" "No I didn't!" Joanna screams; they both have to shout to be heard. She coughs again. "Josh, please! You're gonna die!" "That's the point!" he yells back at her, and Joanna nods, knowing that she must do what she came up here to do. She sits. "What are you doing?" Josh shouts, and before he knows it his former boss - his former friend - is sitting cross-legged opposite him. "If you wanna die, then you're gonna have to take me with you," Joanna states, tears pouring from her own eyes as the smoke whirls around her. A flame moves dangerously close to her hand and she whips it away. "You think I care if you die?!" Josh screeches, "You deserve to die! You're the reason Brad's gone!" "Yes, I am," Joanna shouts in response, "I should've known what was gonna happen, and I'm sorry! And I understand your pain! I really do!" "I lost a husband! You killed yours!" "I also lost a friend," Mrs. Winters exclaims, "And I'd really like him back! But that's not gonna happen! So... here I sit with him. If you wanna leave this world, you're gonna have to leave it with me!" Josh stares at her, through the smoke and fire. She stares back at him. The crackling of the flames, the sound of the alarms, it's so hectic. "I'm... I'm better than you," Josh roars, and Joanna roars back, "Yes, you are!" More staring, more tears. No more Brad to muddy his thoughts. Josh sits there, amid the flame, and Joanna sits opposite him, and everything is slowed down as everything is taken into consideration. His eyes close. He clutches his key. He wants to be with Brad. He really does. But... he also can't be the one responsible for the death of another human being. That just isn't him. His eyes burst open and he lets the key go, allowing it to hang from his sweating neck. "Dammit!" he screams, and he gets to his feet, and Joanna manages to smile as Josh now looms over her and outstretches his hand. She takes it, and he pulls her to her feet, and he tells her, "Let's get the hell out of here, okay?" Joanna nods, not letting go of his hand, and begins leading him towards the apartment's doorway. They go over the busted door, which has thus far managed to avoid catching light, and then they emerge from the flaming pit of despair and into the less smoky - but still pretty smoky - hallway. Both are coughing, and Joanna continues to lead Josh out of there. "This way!" she beckons, trying to see through the thick clouds. The door finally catches fire. The floorboards follow suit. It's like a chase, and Joanna's leading turns to a run, heaving Josh along as he runs too.
"Come on, come on, come on, come on," Joe is continually chanting via whisper from outside. He sees that the building's lobby has filled with smoke now, meaning there's no way to see when Josh and Joanna emerge - if they emerge. He waits, and waits, and sees the firemen preparing their pressure hose and prays and prays and sees a flicker of light in the lobby - the fire has spread - and looks desolate as all hell and all hope seems lost and Josh and Joanna are surely dead and then... Both choke as they finally come out from the smoke and fire, and immediately firefighters rush in to escort them back to safety. They begin berating them for whatever the hell it was that they were thinking, while Joanna just makes eye contact with Joe and smiles, and he has the biggest look of relief etched up his face. Josh is still crying as the building is sprayed with water, and he and Joanna are soon sat next to one another both draped in shock blankets. "Josh," she tries, "I know--" "Don't say anything," he begs through his tears, "I... I just miss him so much. I m-- I miss--" He can't go on, because he's crying too hard; he can't even help himself from collapsing, in tears, into Joanna's lap. "I know you do," she nods, stroking his hair as he continues to let out inhuman whines, "But you need help." Breathing heavily, trying his best to calm his cries, Josh's head lifts, and he nods. "I do," he utters, "I want help." And, while the fire is defeated, the cries go on into the night.
The police finish up taking statements from everyone in the Del Barrio mansion, and Ali, her now dry hair finally relaxing, takes a great big sigh of relief. Ben and Liz, yet again, feel the need to ask her if she's okay, and she, yet again, feels the need to assure them both that she'll be fine. She eyes up Marvin and Cassie, with the former holding the door open so that the officers can exit ("Now let's go check out that letter thing," one of them comments on his way out), and tells her best friend and her lover, "I have bigger things to worry about than myself." They appear intrigued, and then she walks away from them both, approaching her dad and sister. "Ali," Marvin greets, relieved that she's alive, "I'm so sorry for--" "I don't wanna hear it," Ali tells him, and he appears taken aback. "In fact..." she goes on, "I don't really wanna be seeing you again." "Ever?" Marvin adds, taking a gulp, and the blonde nods, "At least for a long while." "What about Cassie?" Marvin asks, gesturing down to her, and Ali smiles down at her sister for a moment, then reasserting her cold gaze for her father. "That's exactly it, though," she states, "You're gonna take Cassie, and you're gonna dedicate the rest of your life to raising her right. And that's how you can make all this up to me. By avoiding with her all the mistakes you made with me. She's been screwed up enough. It's your job to fix that now." Marvin nods, understanding, and tells his eldest daughter, "I'll try my best." "You'll do it," Ali makes clear, and again he nods. "Ali?" Cassie utters, looking up at her sister, sorrowful. Ali re-adopts her smile, crouching down to talk to her face-to-face. "I'm really sorry... for everything," the little girl goes on, "Aunt Fiona, she..." "I know," Ali assures, "She got in your head. You were scared. But your daddy is gonna make absolute sure that nothing like that happens ever, ever again." "Yes," Marvin states firmly, "I am." "Goodbye, Cassie," Ali tells her, and the two sisters part ways with a hug. Ali then rises and becomes the one to hold the door instead of Marvin, allowing for he and Cassie to leave. "I'll be sending child support checks every month," Ali makes clear to her father on his way out, "If you squander them, I'll know." Another gulp, and like that he's gone, taking Cassie with him. Ali lets out a gigantic siiigh of relief, letting the door close and turning her attention back to Ben and Liz. "So," she breezes, "where were we?" "That was a really cool thing you did," Liz exclaims, going over to her girlfriend and giving her a kiss, "You were so in demand, it was super hot." Ali giggles, and Liz says, "You know what, if you wanna order Chinese food again to celebrate surviving this whole ordeal, I'll even eat it." "Whoa," Ali is taken aback, "Wanna go order?" "Sure," Liz smiles; another kiss, and then she heads for the phone. Ben and Ali are then left alone, and she asks him, "You're really back, huh? For good?" "Forever," Ben promises, and Ali is overjoyed to hear this, giving him a big ol' hug. "Who needs a dad when I have you?" she questions, and Ben pulls out of the hug, asking, "That's not how you see me, is it? As a dad? How old do you think I am?" "Aren't you like forty?" Liz asks as she reemerges from the other room, "I went to go use the landline then remembered that this is 2017 and I have a cell phone. Hold on." "I'm thirty-three," Ben states, but Liz responds, "Can't hear, dialing," as she heads off again, now on the phone to the Chinese place. "You're more like a big brother," Ali clarifies to her butler, and the two of them share another hug. "So," she goes on, "are you gonna explain why you left in the first place, or...?" "I... can't," Ben assures, and Ali nods, "Okay, okay, fair enough, I respect that." "Thank you." "Just, uh... be aware of one thing," she goes on. "What's that now?" "This mansion always houses secrets," she explains, "and they always come out. It might not be today, it might not be tomorrow, but, eventually, you are gonna tell me what's going on with you. It's just a law of nature. And I'm gonna be here for you when you do. That's a law of nature, too." Ben doesn't know quite how to respond, but he doesn't have to, because it's then that there's a knock on the door, and Ali asks, "Food here already?" Ben shrugs, going to answer it, and James is on the other side. "Oh, hey," Ben greets. "Sorry," he states, "Forgot my key." "Right, you still work here," Ali suddenly remembers, "It's been a crazy couple days." "You're tellin' me," James responds, "I mean, I only recently found out that you're technically my stepmother." "Dammit," Ali responds, "is there anyone left whose stepmother I'm not?" "What's up?" Ben asks, noticing James' offset demeanor, and James reveals, "Actually, I only really came back to quit." "Quit? Why?" Ali questions, and James tells her, "I'm just... not really comfortable being on Fanon Drive anymore. There are certain people I could just do without seeing everyday." "Where are you gonna go?" Ben wonders. "I can go back to the Von Trump place," James figures, "No one's there right now, I still have the key, I'll crash there then beg for my job back when Kathryn's back from her death moon." "I'll head back with you and nap in the master bedroom," says Val, and James, Ben and Ali all turn to her. "How long have you been standing there?" Ben asks, stunned. "Like, the whole time," Val responds, and we see that she's holding a wooden skewer, "Sorry I didn't say much, I was eating a corn dog. It's no Chick-fil-a, but..." "Oh, screw it," Ben decides, "Val, would you like to join us for Chinese?" "Sure," she shrugs, exclaiming, "Expelliarmus," as she tosses the corn dog skewer to the ground, and then, "I could eat." Ben then turns to James, asking if he'd like to join them too, but he says, "Nah. If all's the same to you, I'd like to get off this street ASAP." They bid him goodbye, and, when he's gone, Ali says, "Darn. Back to one staff member again. Why oh why did Rochelle have to leave to go play the slots?" "Yeah..." Ben utters awkwardly, "How did you find out about that exactly?" "Moving James in, we found a note saying so in her room," Ali explains.
We flash back to Rochelle Little actually writing this note and leaving it behind for her bosses to find. "Boy, oh boy can I not wait to double my fortune in the City o' Lost Wages! I'mma turn that punk ass place into my bitch!" She appears ever-so-happy, and then, "Now I gots me a wedding tuh get tuh." She neatens up her outfit and leaves her room, and we see the note fall to the floor, "Off to hit the slots in Vegas, you bunch of bungee hoes. Don't wait up or nothing. Big Ro Li'l x."
Ben goes, "Ah, right," as he and Val follow Ali into the room where Liz is still placing their order. She sees that big fat Val is gonna be joining them and so tells the guy on the phone to triple whatever the hell it is she's asked for. "What do you mean what do I mean? Triple it. As in three times as much. I thought Asian people were supposed to be good at Math... Alright, alright, alright... Just keep laying out food until it looks like you have enough to feed a hippo and its three human friends... Okay, great, half an hour?... Awesome." Val appears indignant. After hanging up, Liz admits that she thinks she may well have just been speaking to one of Juanita Kwon's relatives.
The Chinese delivery van - Kwon Mexiental, slogan "It's NOT people" with a brown, slanty-eyed winky face - is seen passing by James as he walks his way all the way back to the Von Trump mansion, sighing as he does so. As he makes it back to the mansion's front door, his cell phone begins to ring in his pocket, and he sees that it's "Broseph DeWar" calling. "That seemed so cute a few hours ago," he comments to himself, before screening yet another call. "Tomorrow," he decides, heading on in, "I'm too tired to deal with this." Upon entry, he notices that there's some mail on the floor and so picks it up. He decides to open it, but soon sees that the letter opener with which he opened his and Joe's blood results is no longer where he left it, nor is it in the drawer where it's usually kept. He doesn't think much of it though, simply shrugging and tossing the mail onto the nearest surface. This house sure looks creepy at night, but James seems rather used to it, going up the stairs to his room, only to find that it's now Valentina's room. The place has the distinct, classy touch of an interior designer and there's a cork board full of pictures of her with Justine, as well as a few of Ben and some of him with the other butlers with comically lewd things drawn all over them. "My stuff's in the basement," James recalls, letting out another sigh, and then he begins to make his way down. He opens the basement door and clicks on the dingy little light, then slumping his way down the creaky wooden steps. He sees a few boxes marked on orders of Kathryn "Even-More-Generic-White-Person's Crap" and rolls his eyes, heading towards them, but then he grows distracted by the gentle hum of the freezer being kept against the far wall. He squints, confused as to why it's there, for truth be told he hasn't really been down here much. He then approaches, curious, and tries to open it, only to notice that there's a padlock keeping it shut. It's on, though. Definitely on. And James utters, "What the--" He finds some old, abandoned tools amid some of the other junk down here and bashes the padlock open with them, then removing it and allowing himself access to whatever's being kept inside this thing. And, he opens it, and his eyes widen in absolute horror when he sees what he sees. "Oh, my God!" he finds himself exclaiming, only for this exclamation to be met by a response: "He can't help you now, though. In fact, He never helps anyone at all." James turns towards the familiar female voice at the top of the stairs, as slowly the shadowy figure makes their way down, their nice shoes clip-clopping against the creaky wood of the steps. "Oh dear," her voice once again rings, while James just remains glued to the spot and shaking in fear and confusion, "Has someone been naughty?" And then Nadia's hand flashes through the shadows, bearing within it the Von Trumps' letter opener, and the next thing we know James is screaming.
Way across town, in a field we know all too well, the police are seen excavating a certain site. A hole has been created in the earth where one's already been dug before, and the WHPD are left staring down at the long-dead body of Rochelle Little. One of them bears with him the package that they received in the mail earlier, shrugging as he figures it was right.
And, in the morning, back in the Von Trump mansion, we are shown James Edmond for the final time. His phone begins ringing again, with Joe wanting to contact him, but it's no use, because James is hanging from a noose in the middle of his old boss' living room. It appears his wrists have been slashed for good measure, or rather, that he slashed them himself before kicking the chair over. A murder, staged as a suicide. Like father, like son.
- What became of the real Joanna's body after Nadia took it away?
- Did Nadia leave the knife for Joanna? If so, how did she come to suspect the switch?
- Why did the church explode? Who was behind it?
- Who paid Rochelle to kidnap Joe?
- Was Troy involved in the church explosion?
What did Ali's father do that she threatened to expose? What was the meaning of Cassie's painting? Who did it represent?
- Who killed Troy and why did he have Joe's name written on his hand?
- Who are the Devious Butlers, and why are they murdering people in Wikerly Hills?
What are Cassie's plans for Ali, and where does inviting Fiona factor in?
- What did James discover in the freezer in the Von Trump basement? Why was Nadia there?
- How was the site of Rochelle's burial known to Nadia?