Meanwhile, over at the Applewhites, there is some serious "behind closed doors" stuff going on. Betty is playing a hymn on the piano; the funeral just put her in the mood for it. Matthew stops in to listen; he's carrying a food tray. "Did you remember the butter?" she asks him sharply. Matthew reminds her that he makes up the tray every night. "Of course you do! I'm sorry," says Betty in a peculiar, biting sing-song. Still playing, Betty notices that there's a rose in a vase on the tray. Still in the "sarcastic storyteller" voice, she says, "Oh look! You added a flower!" Matthew says, semi-defensively, that he just thought it might be nice. "How did I get so lucky to have a child like you? You really do try to think of others. That flower, it's a small act of kindness, and yet you did it anyway. It says a lot about how you were raised." Matthew: "Well, I guess you did your job." Hold on. What is going on here? There are some serious creepy undertones to this whole conversation. It's all very bad touchy-touchy. Betty comes over to Matthew and says, "I'll take the tray, you take the gun." Who? What?
Together, Betty and Matthew go down to the basement and unlock an elaborately rusted door. (How lucky for Betty and toothsome Matthew that the house they bought over the internet or whatever came with its own rust-stained dungeon!) Betty goes into a small room and places the tray on a table as Matthew watches on from the door. Betty retreats to the door, then takes one last look at the food tray. "It really is a lovely gesture," she says, and she and Matthew leave. The door swings shut, and...a SHACKLED HAND reaches out for the glass of juice and/or urine.
What the...? Where is that plodding over-explainer MAVO when you need her?
Next Sunday: Karl sleeps with Edie!