Desperate Housewives Spoilers: Dave Confirms a Murder

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While Neal McDonough had previously been quiet about on Edie's death on the show, Neal recently dropped some very serious hints to Access Hollywood.

According to an interview he did on their "The Billy Bush Show," Neal said, "I had to do something nasty to my wife in the show."

He further goes on to say "Before this, people knew who I was but now it’s, ‘You’re the son of a bitch who messed with Mrs. McClusky, you’re the guy who’s killing Edie.'"

Weird, he said killing and not killed.  We're going to assume that he worded himself vaguely on purpose.  Neal then further hinted that Dave had some more killing but then said, "I’m not saying who I’m whacking."

Dave, Katherine and Mike Camping

He did at least admit Mike was safe in this Sunday's hunting episode, "A Spark. To Pierce the Dark."

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Desperate Housewives Quotes

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Preston: We don't want to get spanked.
Porter: Yeah, we promise we'll be good.
Lynette: Too late, you stole and then you lied. Even worse, you made me look bad in front of Mrs. McCluskey, who you know is mommy's sworn enemy. Time to pick your poison. How 'bout a belt? It's a classic... Well, we could go with the old hickory stick. It's a cliche, but it's pretty effective. I know, we'll go with the spatula. The holes give it less wind resistance; moves faster.
Scavo kids: No! No! No! No!
Lynette: Guys, guys, guys, hey my hands are tied. Thieves get spanked. Just the way it works. Unless...
Porter: Unless what?
Lynette: For a first time offense, if you swear, cross your heart, that you will never, never steal again, and you write Mrs. McCluskey a letter of apology, I will let it slide.
Scavo kids: Okay! Yeh! We swear! Yeh! We swear!
Lynette: Alright, start with Dear Mrs. McCluskey.
Porter: Mommy, why are you smiling?
Lynette: Do you know what physiological warfare means?
Porter: No.
Lynette: Well, too bad for you