Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- When I talk to her, she may leave. - Do you want to sleep here tonight?
- Sit down. I'll make some tea. - I don't think I had lunch.
I hope you don't mind me storing some stuff in the cage downstairs.
Why don't you look in the mirror?
No, up to Graham's. He's already involved.
Oh, no!
Ellen Besch.
- Knew what? - I told her.
- We'll still be friends. - Sure.
I thought we could leave it open. You fixed it.
- Tomorrow. - That's good.
Ignore the litter box, I do. I think I saw your room-mate.
Yes... Allie.
That you came up here and pretended to be her? What is this hair?
I think my room-mate Hedra is your daughter. Ellen.
Just like that stupid girl in Tampa. She called my parents, too.
No, it's not a good time.
You're an actress, right? You're never the same person twice.
It was an accident.
You take them. I'll borrow them when I want to.
You're in a different league. I know that.
Look!
Excuse me.
No.
- What is it? - Look.
In the settlement you got all the hardware and a rent-controlled flat.
I didn't do anything.
Hedy?
Up!
- Are you all right?. - I can't hear you.
It's beautiful. Thank you. What do I owe you?
You were terrific... but you know that, don't you?
I'll call you tonight after I check on some things.
On mine, too!
- Scrambled or fried? - This is fine.
- He's put me back to square one. - Only if you let him.
- but I know that I survived something. My therapists think so.
Nothing. It's just a little housewarming.
- A-I-I-i-s-o-n. - Very good.
Well, she wants me to.
If you need a reference, you can call them at Rizzoli.
And my friend Graham upstairs.
Or to kill any more. I don't want to kill any more.