You can’t keep going to the hardware store for milk. Kathy was the first person to learn this lesson about Deborah Vance, even if it took her a lifetime to figure it out. And she certainly won’t be the last.
Like most narcissists, Deborah is charming as hell; that’s how she reels you in. And once you’ve gotten close enough to see the face behind the mask, it’s already too late. Deborah and Ava’s relationship has been nothing but lovely this entire season.
The older woman finally gave her young collaborator the respect she deserves; and Ava, in turn, used her X-ray vision to see into the heart of her mentor’s insecurities—and love her even more for her fragility. So it was all but guaranteed that the honeymoon would end in heartbreak. In the season-three finale, the shit finally hits the fan—and boy, does it ever make a mess.
Deborah is riding high after finding out that she landed the gig; she’s already packing up her mansion to relocate to L.A. Everyone’s excited for her, but you can practically hear the theme as Deb’s eyes go black as a shark’s.
The first casualty? Her and Kathy’s tentative reconciliation. They’d been planning to spend the weekend together, but Deb is too busy, so she can only do Sunday—which includes a trip to their parents’ mausoleum. The sisters stand before the crypt, Kathy somber and Deb bored out of her skull.
Of course she hasn’t put her phone on vibrate, and of course she steps away to take a call from a producer..