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Previously on Melrose Place:
Oh, my God.
Sydney.
Did you know her pretty well?
I met her four years ago.
She was the one who convinced
me I could be a real chef.
JONAH:
She moves in and a week later
Sydney's dead.
Coincidence?
Okay, the girl's a little weird.
That doesn't make her
a murderer.
We're getting married, guys.
LAUREN:
All my life all I wanted
was to be a doctor.
I went on this fancy dinner
with this guy.
He offered me $5,000
to have sex with him.
Junior publicist.
Simms.
Jonah, you are a hugely
talented filmmaker.
AMIR: What's a rich boy like you
doing this stuff for anyway?
Look, I need cash, okay?
AMIR:
Bring me something I can move.
What are you doing?
Get out of my restaurant right
now before I call the cops!
What did this guy do to you
anyway that was worth my career?
Look, I was trying
to help you.
Didn't you try to help Sydney
the night she died?
(phone ringing)
Rodriguez.
JANE:
I thought you'd like to know
Ella Simms had every reason
to want Sydney Andrews dead.
* I try it on
* I take it off*
* So what you got?
* Something about
boots and boys *
* Boots and boys *
* They bring me so much joy
* Bring me joy *
* I gotta say
I wear 'em both so pretty *
* As I walk in the city
* Watch out
* Boots and boys
* Give me boots and boys *
* Boots and boys
* Boots and boys, boys *
* Oh
* I'm keeping
quite the collection *
* Take nothing less
than perfection *
Oh, Lor!
Happy birthday, El.
Mm, she bakes, saves lives--
what can't the girl do?
You want to make a wish before
we burn down the apartment?
Uh, no, no, Lauren.
You know I don't play
the wishing game.
If I want something
I go out and get it.
Of course you do.
What was I thinking?
Last carb till my party
tomorrow night.
Mm, you are still
coming, right?
Yeah.
In scrubs and booties
if I have to be.
I love you.
Hey, I'll play with
both hands next time.
That might help you
a little bit.
(laughs)
You won by a bucket.
Or should I say, a letter.
Auggie and I
play a real game.
Oh, whoa, whoa.
Horse is a very real game,
my friend.
And so is my left-handed
reverse layup.
ELLA:
Freeze.
Both of you.
Oh, what, you're
too busy auditioning
for an Old Spice commercial
to RSVP to my party?
No, I just wanted
to do it in person.
You got a minute?
Hmm, yeah, why don't you
actually shoot me an e-mail?
After a soapy shower.
Uh, game on
for Riles and me.
I thought she was
going to call you though.
No text, no tweet, no call.
If I didn't know any better,
I'd say she didn't like me.
DAVID:
Well, I'm in.
And you're going to love
my birthday present.
Don't make promises
you can't keep, David.
Oh
look what the
tide washed in.
Hey, Aug, what's up?
Hey.
What's up, man?
Perfect timing.
I'm gonna go
get that shower.
Please tell me we're confirmed
on rezzies for tomorrow night.
Yeah, yeah, I've got a block
of Coal's best tables
with your name
all over them.
Awesome.
Marcello's in New York,
so I'll be able to get
you whatever you want.
Mm, my favorite words.
You're the bestest.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Hey, birthday girl.
I told the doorman
to make sure that your guests
get right past the velvet rope.
Oh, thanks, Violet.
Can't do much else
on a hostess salary.
I'm not exactly being paid
like a rock star.
Not yet,
but if there's one thing
that Sydney taught me,
it's that there is
always room to move up.
What do you think you're doing?
Disabling your vehicle.
That's what happens
when you don't pay
your parking tickets.
I just moved here
from Denver, I mean,
I thought you had like
a year to pay those things.
They're really expensive.
Due date's written
on the ticket
and on the
follow-up notices.
(crying)
Hey, you okay?
Not really.
(crying):
Oh, God.
I'm a total failure.
I can't afford the impound fee.
I mean, how am I supposed
to take care of my sister now?
There was a rock climbing
incident about a year ago
and she hit her head.
And now she has to relearn
how to walk.
And I'm the only one
who can drive her
to physical therapy.
(sobbing)
Look,
I'm never supposed to do this.
Thank you so much.
(sighs)
Bravo.
I know you.
From WPK.
You're you're Phillip's
client, right?
I was Phillip's client.
He said I was too demanding.
I just don't tolerate
incompetence.
Sydney Andrews.
Ella Simms.
Yeah, I've, um,
seen you in the lobby.
You know, between
my Jamba Juice stops
and picking up the
dry cleaning for my boss.
Something tells me
you'll have your own
Jamba Juice delivery boy
one day.
Really?
Well, what makes you say that?
I have an eye for talent.
You have a future, Ella,
once you rethink
the unique approach
to your hair
and get rid of those nails
before you
accidentally
impale someone.
You just need to find
a sense of style, sweetheart.
I like the way I look.
That's the problem.
I can help you.
I can take you to my salon,
we can go shopping.
What are you,
some Good Samaritan?
I have been called
a lot of things,
never that.
My art gallery
is short a publicist,
and anyone who can sell
a bogus story to
a Beverly Hills parking officer,
can sell the hell
out of my gallery.
It's eas
You just set your mind
on what you want and go get it.
If I hadn't learned that,
I'd still be commuting
to Beverly Hills from Van Nuys
in a hatchback.
Gotta run.
See you at Coal.
* How a girl like me can make
you feel when we're alone *
* If you're good to me,
you won't be thinking twice *
* When the show's over, you'll
get your million dollar price *
* Oh, I had nothing
Gentlemen.
You must be the, uh,
birthday strippers
my assistant ordered.
We need you to come downtown
for some questioning.
Ooh, unfortunately
that's impossible.
You see, I'm booked solid today.
We got a tip that
contradicts your alibi
on the night of
Sydney Andrews' ***.
You might want to postpone
your morning meetings.
Ella, I've known you
for seven months now
and you're one
of my closest friends
and, uh, I don't have
a lot of close friends.
I'd do anything for you.
And I do mean anything.
So, if you want to start your
next year off with a ***,
you know where I live.
I thought this was
supposed to be PG.
Hey, I try my best.
You're so not speaking
at our wedding.
Bye.
See you.
See you after school.
Okay.
Ow!
So, Ella's own
documentary.
That's a pretty big
gift for a birthday.
Hey, you know what,
she busts her butt
trying to send work my way,
so I figured she deserves
something special.
Hm.
What, like you don't have some
serious bling all wrapped up
in a bow for her?
Hardly.
Come on,
Ella's a great girl but she has
yet to earn diamond status.
Did you sell a blockbuster
and not tell anybody?
What is this?
Sick, right? This real
estate agent hires me
to shoot these virtual tours
of all these just
out of control mansions
for his Web site.
Check this out.
Look at this bedroom.
Riley would kill
for that room.
Well, then you just gotta
sell a couple of big movies
and make that happen, bro.
You're so right.
Oh, my gosh.
I'm gonna get
right on that.
Hey, Kyra, here are those
olives you asked for.
Thanks.
You okay?
Ah, my landlord's stressing me
out about my back rent,
my agent's not
returning my calls,
so I bought a bottle
of wine last night.
I didn't open it.
Listen, Kyra, if you need
a couple days off
Work is the best place for me.
Like you said,
if I'm in charge of the alcohol,
the alcohol can't be
in charge of me, right?
Hey, guys.
Hey, Violet.
Hey, V.
I'm gonna hit the storeroom.
Last night I saw Kyra pour
three apple martinis
with one hand
and pop open a beer
with another.
It was amazing.
She's a great bartender.
It's good to see
her bounce back
after some rough times.
What do you mean?
Let's just say
I try to be there for her.
You like helping people out,
don't you?
Well, when you've been
on the receiving end of it,
it's, uh, it gives you
a certain perspective.
RODRIGUEZ:
You know him?
Who doesn't?
Dante Zaretti.
P.
I.
to the stars.
Have you ever
used his services?
Half of my clients
are married to cheating,
drug-abusing, tax-evading
celebutards.
I have five P.
I.
's
on speed dial.
That's not a crime.
Why am I here?
We're still trying to account
for your timeline
the night
Sydney Andrews died.
Didn't we cover this?
Where were you?
Like I said the first time,
I left Coal at midnight.
And then I went home
and spent the night
molesting my neighbor,
David Breck.
It's okay, he's over 18.
Then why is there
security cam footage
of you in the alley
outside of Coal
talking to Dante Zaretti
at 1:00 a.
m.
?
I don't wear a watch.
I must've lost track of time.
Not only does
this picture prove
that your alibi is bogus,
but it also makes me wonder
what you're talking
to a P.
I.
about.
Okay, look, one of my clients
thinks her husband
is a closet case,
so she hired Zaretti
to follow him and he did,
all the way to Kathy Griffin
doing stand-up.
Ella,
you might spin stories
for a living,
but you're not selling it to me.
Well, I have nothing to sell
because I didn't do it.
So
either you release me now
or you charge me,
which isn't gonna happen
because you have nothing on me.
Here you are.
Thank you.
Well, I have to admit,
I didn't peg you as someone
who wanted to pursue this line
of work on a regular basis.
I'm not sure anyone really
pursues this kind of life.
Well, you'd be surprised.
We don't all grow up
wanting to be heart surgeons.
You've been looking into me.
Of course.
Then you know I'm
having some trouble
paying for medical school.
Well, we all have
our reasons.
Lauren, the doctor angle
is brilliant.
It is, but let's be real.
I need my girls
to be available, and you're not.
I know what
your hours are like.
But if-if I could set my
appointments in advance,
I could arrange my
schedule accordingly.
What do you think
I'm running here,
some sort of Sherman Oaks
modeling agency?
No, no.
No,
Wendi, no.
I
That night we met,
I was with a guy
and it got ugly,
and I was scared.
You know what it's like--
you can't tell anyone
where you're going,
or who you're meeting.
I need to know there's someone
keeping me safe.
Will you give me a chance?
Please?
I choose the client,
time and location.
New girls start
at $1,500 an hour.
I take 50 percent.
Are we clear?
Completely.
And, Lauren,
there is one rule
I insist you live by.
You miss an appointment,
no matter the excuse,
you're done.
Alright.
Dante Zaretti,
Ella Simms from WPK.
Listen, we got
to get our stories straight,
and we got to do it sooner
rather than later.
Great.
Call me back ASAP.
Ella?
Covering Jasper Barnes
at his photo shoot
at the Bradbury Building,
and I told TMZ
to accidentally show up
when Lizzie Stevens
checks herself into Promises.
You up to speed?
Yeah, nice try, Ella.
Hey, you want to tell me
about the incredibly attractive
police raid this morning?
They still have zero leads
on the Sydney Andrews ***.
Somehow they think I am
gonna shed light on the case.
The LAPD practically dragged
you out of here in shackles.
That's not bringing
comfort to anyone.
So, whatever mess you're in,
clean it up immediately
before you embarrass
the entire firm.
You embarrassed me.
Oh, well, hello
to you, too, Syd.
I have a conference call
with New York, so
I had another gallery
showing last night,
and only made one sale.
No one showed up.
Your publicity blitz was
a complete and utter failure.
Come on.
I wrangled more
buyers through those doors
than anybody at this company.
Well, they weren't there
last night.
Syd, you are being
unreasonable.
I got you write-ups
in the L.
A.
Times,
The Weekly, even Vanity Fair.
It is not my fault
if nobody likes the art.
We had a deal.
I turn you
into a real publicist,
and you promote my gallery.
What am I supposed to tell
my artists when they start
pulling their work
off the walls?
I don't know.
Paint prettier pictures.
Well, look who's grown out of
her UGGs and into her Manolos.
I gave you style, Ella.
I gave you a place to live.
I spent your birthdays with you
when your own mother
wouldn't even bother calling.
We were friends.
And this is what
you trade it for.
I'm still your friend, Syd.
I'm just not at your
beck and call 24-7.
Off to sign a client,
or just have sex with one?
Judging from the size
of your new office,
you've been
working overtime.
* Close your eyes
and count to eight *
Hey, you.
Don't know
if you remember me.
We used to be
best friends?
You're vaguely familiar.
It's Ella, right?
Ella actually gets to see you
for 30 seconds a day.
I know.
I miss you.
I'm sorry.
Seems like the only time
we talk nowadays
is when I'm rescheduling
another missed shopping date.
Actually, this is
one shopping excursion
that might have been
worth the wait.
I was hoping
that you would come with me
to help pick out
my wedding dress.
Riley, I would love that.
Good.
That is a huge relief,
considering
I don't know the difference
between satin and chiffon.
Mm.
Yeah.
Tomorrow afternoon
I am totally free.
That's perfect.
Okay.
Meet at my apartment at 5:30,
and we'll drive over together?
I'll bring the Kleenex.
If you don't need it, I will.
Hey.
You look like
you kind of know your way
around a bar a little bit.
Uh, I'm just
practicing.
I was thinking about
asking Marcello
if he needed an
extra bartender.
Violet, I know you're ambitious,
but you just started
as a hostess.
Normally you got to work
your way up a little bit.
I know, and I'm totally
grateful for my job.
It's just that rent alone
eats up my entire paycheck.
I could really use
the extra tips.
Yeah.
Living in L.
A.
is kind
of like eating at Coal.
It's all good
till you get the bill.
Especially when you live
around people like Ella Simms.
You kind of start wishing you
could dress like them, too.
Well, don't worry.
You don't need
expensive clothes.
You look great.
Looks like pericarditis.
(phone ringing)
Could you excuse
me a minute?
This is an emergency.
Hello?
Lauren, Wendi Mattison.
Wendi, hey, um,
I-I'm glad you called.
Good,
'cause I have a job for you
tomorrow at 4:00 p.
m.
at the Doheny.
There'll be a room key for you
at the front desk.
(alarm sounding)
Excuse me.
Line is in.
Hello? Lauren?
Are you still with me?
Yeah, yeah.
Um, tomorrow at the Doheny.
I'll be there.
Good.
Your name will be Nikki.
Nikki Bloom.
* You don't want to go home
* 'Cause your family's
all wrong *
MAN:
The space is magnificent.
You just don't find this kind
of Mediterranean charm
in a home this size.
Now, if you're interested,
I'd move quickly.
The owners
are accepting
offers after the weeke, okay?
Thanks, guys.
Thank you.
Mickey.
Hey, man,
here it is.
Top-to-bottom, 14-bedroom
tour of the entire estate.
I even got a shot
of that waterfall
in the backyard, tracking with
the stones in the foreground.
It's awesome.
Forget about
the damn video, Jonah.
Isn't that what
you hired me for?
Apparently not.
The diamond necklace
with the ruby pendant?
It's worth $65,000.
It was on the master suite
vanity, and now it's gone.
Where is it?
I don't
Wait.
Are you
You think I stole something?
You're the only one
who had access to that room.
Okay, I'm not a thief.
Is this
is this your little scam?
You sneak into these estates
with your camera,
and you rob them blind?
You've used me before.
I run a legitimate business.
So do I, but if my clients
find out that I was stupid
enough to let some punk-***
thief into their home,
bye-bye listings.
Mickey, n
I swear to you, I don't know
anything about a necklace.
Yeah?
Let's see what the cops have to say.
Hey.
Wow.
Wendi sure knows
how to pick 'em.
I'm Nicky.
Hello, it's nice to meet you, beautiful Nicky.
I'm Frank.
(laughs)
You let me kiss you.
Yeah, of
of course
* They say she needs
to slow down *
* The baddest thing
around town *
* She's nothing like a girl
you've ever seen before *
* Nothing you can compare
to your neighborhood ho *
* I'm trying to find the words
to describe this girl *
* Without being disrespectful
No.
Not yet.
* Damn, girl!
* Damn, you's a sexy ***
* A sexy ***
What's wrong?
* Damn, you's a sexy ***.
Nothing.
("Starstruck" by Santigold
playing)
I want you to dance for me.
Um,
Frank,
dancing's really not
not my thing.
Well, it's my thing,
and I'm paying a lot of money.
Right, and I understand
that completely,
but I'm a terrible dancer.
I-I can't dance.
Okay, so, what are you saying?
Do I need to talk to Wendi,
get a different girl?
* 'Cause when I
throw you on again *
No.
No,
of course not.
* What is the
missing ingredient? *
* I I see you fade
Stop thinking.
Feel the music.
* I I see you fade away
* I I see you fade
There you go.
* I I see you fade away
* Under the skin
* Is not so easy to swallow
* Don't rub me in
* Divide my dreams
are so hollow *
* What is it you get
I don't get? *
* I watch you fumblin' again
* 'Cause dream easy
on your cigarette *
* Through it,
ain't through now *
(sighs)
Wendi never disappoints.
You are truly
phenomenal.
Hey.
Hey, I'm just
getting started.
We-we spent an hour
Having earth-shattering sex.
Why not keep going?
I thought
Wendi told you, I always keep
the second hour optional.
Right.
Um, do you mind
if I make a phone call then?
Seriously?
You have somewhere
you need to be?
'Cause if you're-you're
too busy
No.
I want to be
wherever you want me to be.
(sighs)
Miss Simms, a
slight problem.
Your credit card's
been denied.
That's my platinum card.
Your machine
must be broken.
We called the
credit card company.
Your card appears
to be maxed out.
There's an ATM
around the corner.
(laughs)
Well, that's impossible.
There's a $20,000 limit
on that card.
How'd you pull
this one off?
Are you bored?
Lonely?
I'm still angry.
Did you think I would forget
that you told David
I was sleeping with
his father?
You're the one
forgetting the facts.
Like how you were also
sleeping with David?
You were practically
building a nest
in that family tree.
Just admit it-- it killed you
to see me happy again.
Syd, I would be overjoyed
to see you happy again.
Then maybe you wouldn't
feel the need
to humiliate me in front
of perspective clients.
I'm saving them the hassle.
We both know that
you'll kick them to the curb
when you don't need them
anymore.
Just like you did to me.
Last I checked,
you were the one who walked out
on our friendship.
Sweetheart, I think
you've made it very clear
that your definition
of friendship
vastly different than mine.
Hey.
I could
have you arrested.
You're the one with the
maxed out credit card.
If you can't afford this
place, there's a diner
just down the street.
(sighs)
Before I'm gray, David.
I don't mind being late
to my birthday party,
but I don't want
to be a no-show.
Two seconds, El.
I'm just about ready.
So what'd you get me?
Well, that's
a surprise.
Oh, please,
there's no such thing.
No peeking, El.
I'm not peeking.
(sighs)
Damn, birthday girl.
You look smokin'.
Why, thank you, David.
You make fairly suitable
arm candy yourself.
Oh, by the way,
before I descend
into a tequila-tinged haze,
you know our friend
Detective Rodriguez?
Well, turns out,
he's not really our friend.
He has his handcuffs
in a tizzy
over our alibi.
So, if anyone asks,
we got home after
You got it?
Wait, you said that
they cleared you.
Why is he snooping around?
Well, I made the mistake
of flirting with him
out of boredom.
Poor fool actually thinks
he has a chance.
But the questioning--
it's just getting so old.
So can we just, please,
keep our story
airtight?
El,
if I'm gonna be your alibi,
I need to know
the real story.
Okay.
Only if you promise
not to tell a soul.
I promise.
I mean it, David.
You say anything, and
I will tell everyone
that behind all the Prada,
you're really the
prince of San Berdoo.
Cough it up, El.
What are you hiding?
Okay.
You want to know the truth?
The night Sydney died
(quietly):
I slept with a client.
I'm sorry, what?
I slept with a client.
That's it? That's
your big confession?
Well, it is when
their high-profile wife
is also a client.
Look, if this hit
the blogosphere,
I'd get 15
minutes of fame
and a lifetime of peddling
In-N-Out burgers.
Can we please get
our butts on the road?
Very important people
are waiting
for an even more
important person.
Me.
(loud dance music playing)
Just the way the cop
was questioning me--
I was so nervous.
And I started doing that
twitching thing with my eye.
Now he probably thinks
I'm, like, a serial killer.
You told him the truth.
You didn't steal
that necklace.
Where is everybody?
I mean, he could be getting
a search warrant right now.
Next thing we know,
LAPD's busting down our door,
rummaging through
all of our stuff.
Yeah, and what are
they going to find,
your Doctor Strange
comic collection?
Oh, and they said
they're gonna call
all my past employers.
So, once word gets out that
I'm a suspected criminal,
I'm through, Riles.
Okay, Jonah,
if you're not up for this party,
don't stay on my account.
I'd much rather be on the couch
with you and a bowl of popcorn.
I can't bail on Ella's birthday.
It's just going to require some
advanced level intoxication.
Done.
Rum and
coke, my treat?
Yeah.
Okay.
I'll come find you.
Okay.
(patrons talking and laughing)
Can I get a rum and coke
and a red wine, please?
ELLA:
What do we have here?
Aw, thank you.
That is so sweet.
(clears throat)
Happy birthday.
Oh!
A bracelet.
It's beautiful.
You hate it.
I do not.
If there's one
thing Ella Simms
can't lie about,
it's jewelry.
No, it's just
that
I may have gotten a peek
at that amazing diamond necklace
that was in your desk.
You know, the one
with the ruby pendant.
So you were sneaking around.
I just thought
you were gonna surprise me
with it later,
that's all.
I love this.
Son of a ***.
I know it sounds
totally insane,
but somebody stole that
necklace, and it wasn't me.
And David saw footage
of exactly where it was.
Okay, so,
what, he burglarized
the place?
That's crazy.
Seriously, Jonah.
First Violet, now David.
You're like trapped in your
own Hitchckian thriller.
He seemed really interested
in that house when he saw it.
And the address was right
there in front of him.
Jonah, David could buy
ten of those necklaces
with his trust fund.
I know.
It doesn't make
any sense.
I mean, maybe he gets off
on the thrill of it
or something.
* You won't be lonely
* Even if the sky
is falling down *
* You'll be my only
* No need to worry
Oh, my God.
Jonah Miller!
A birthday video?
How sweet are you.
Get your butt over here!
Go on.
Go to your master.
ELLA:
Come on.
That's so sweet.
Riley,
hey.
I'm sorry I missed
our shopping date.
Okay.
Something came up,
suddenly,
and
You couldn't have
called to reschedule?
Like you have the
last three times?
I lost track of time.
Right, because the
only clock is
on your nonexistent
cell phone.
Riley, you know
what my life is like.
I have to be
at ten places at once.
Okay, and I only needed you
in one.
I promise you,
I'm going to help you find
the perfect wedding dress.
It's not about the dress,
Lauren.
It's us.
We used to do
everything together.
Now I feel like you have this
whole other life that I'm not
a part of.
That other life is a hospital
full of sick people.
I get that.
Except I called the hospital
and you weren't there.
Here are the limes
that you wanted.
Awesome, V.
Thank you.
I'm sorry to recruit you,
but I am slammed.
Oh, I can tell.
Do you need any help?
Yes, actually.
Would you mind stocking
some of those glasses
back there for me?
Easy.
You're a lifesaver.
* Just let it be
* Come on, bring your body
next to me *
* I'll take you away, hey
So, El, the fact that
you're concocting a way
to put this on my reel
and make your ten percent
is exactly why we love you.
Happy birthday.
And that
is why I refer
to Jonah
as the next Spike Jonze.
Thank you,
for the most thoughtful gift
ever.
Total group effort,
though.
It's really from all of us.
Oh, well, then, thank you
to everyone.
In this town, true friends
are hard to find,
and I am lucky
to say that I live in a
building full of them.
Cheers!
Mm.
How are we not on shots yet?
Good question.
My treat.
Let's go.
Yeah?
(phone chimes)
Can I talk to you
for a quick sec, outside?
Jonah.
Jonah.
We'll be right back.
Sure, bro.
* No need to worry
* Baby, are you down,
down, down, down, down? *
* Down
* Baby, are you down,
down, down, down, down? *
Hello?
I'm looking for my
birthday surprise.
Happy birthday,
Ella.
Zaretti.
Surprise.
Ten voice mails,
six e-mails.
Why are you stalking me?
I wanted to talk to you
before the police did.
You know, so we could get
our story straight.
That night we met,
we were discussing
a mutual client.
You got it?
Is that the lie you
spun to the cops?
Well, I certainly wasn't going
to tell them
you killed Sydney Andrews.
Hey,
I walked into that
courtyard to find
a woman facedown
in a swimming pool.
Are you delusional?
They are never going
to believe that.
If you're trying to pin this
*** on me, it's not gonna
happen.
Wait till
the cops
find out that you hired me
to break into her place.
Ella.
Syd keeps
text-bombing me.
I gotta go.
Gotta lose the leash.
I'll call you later.
You're my ride.
Cab it.
Who wants another shot?
Oh, whatever.
Oh
it's just a friend.
Her name's Sydney Andrews.
She lives on the second floor.
So, what am I
looking for, anyway?
Proof that she's trying
to hijack my life.
Credit history, medical records,
passwords, pictures,
whatever
she has on me.
Sydney wants to ruin my life.
And I want her
to rot behind bars.
What really happened,
Zaretti? Huh?
She catch you in her apartment,
you panicked,
stuck a knife in her?
Maybe I better have a little
conversation with the cops
and tell them how
you killed Sydney
and tried to
frame me for it.
LAUREN:
Ella?
There you are.
What?
Lauren.
Hi.
Um,
this is Mike Smith.
He's-he's a work
colleague.
Pleasure, Lauren.
I-I'm not interrupting
anything, am I?
Oh, God, no.
He was actually,
um, just leaving.
Happy birthday.
Are you okay?
What was that?
Yeah, no.
I'm fine.
He's just some drunken work guy.
No biggie.
Come on, let's get
out of here.
Okay.
Are you kidding?
Would you please just
answer the question.
Did you take the
necklace or not?
Yeah, man.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
I just couldn't resist
the way it brought out my eyes.
You think that that was
the same necklace?
She's talking about something
that belonged to a chick
that I hooked up with.
She left it by mistake.
Okay? You know what?
I bet if you go
to my place, you'll find
one of her earrings
on my pillow.
Wh Do you think I like
pointing fingers at one
of my best friends here?
I don't know.
My job is on the
line here, David.
Unlike you, I
actually have to work
for my cash flow.
Then why don't you leave the
detective work up to the pros
and go back to working
on your little home videos.
(scoffs)
It's pretty obvious why Auggie
wants nothing to do
with you these days.
Careful you don't burn through
your trust fund
like you burn through
all the people in your life.
I'm going
to get going.
I'm beat.
Wait a second.
Uh, is there another
cash box around here?
Uh, that's everything.
Why?
'Cause we're $700 short
at the bar.
Uh, did you include
the credit cards?
Marcello always forgets.
No, I ran the numbers
four times.
Well, then
something's off.
I mean, yeah, it
was crazy night,
but not a $700
deficit crazy.
Oh, God, I'm so sorry.
Auggie, I swear
I didn't do that.
I-I don't even know how that
got in there.
Really?
'Cause it looks like
it just came
out of your bag.
AUGGIE:
What is this?
$700.
Oh, what, you think I'm taking
advantage 'cause the boss is
out of town?
Auggie, you know me.
I'd never steal.
Yeah, but you've stolen before.
You told me
to buy drugs.
Okay, that was
over a year ago.
Auggie, you have
to trust me.
I did not do this.
Look, I don't know
what to think.
Let's just talk
about this tomorrow, okay?
Great.
So much for trusting each other.
LAUREN:
Riley.
Riley!
I should've called.
I blew it.
I'm sorry.
I know.
I stopped by Radiology
before I checked in at the desk.
No cell reception.
It's just, this wasn't
an ordinary shopping trip.
I know.
This was the most memorable
shopping trip of your life.
Okay, I'm not going to let you
down like that again, Riley.
What I mean is,
I was using this trip
as an excuse to ask you
to be my maid of honor.
I don't even know
what to say, Riley.
You know what?
You don't have to say anything.
It's probably really
selfish of me to ask you.
Why is it selfish of you?
I mean, you got showers,
fittings,
bachelorette party
Yeah, but, Riley
With your schedule
at the hospital
and all your studying
you probably don't have time
for silly wedding plans.
Excuse me.
First of all,
your wedding is
not silly.
And secondly, I'm not going
to lose my friend to my job.
I don't know what I'd do
without you.
I'm going to find a way
to balance my responsibilities.
There's nowhere I'd rather be
than beside you on your big day.
Come here.
(knocking on door)
David, it's Jonah.
Your backstabbing
basketball buddy.
Door's open.
Um, so I was wrong.
I was very, very wrong.
Apparently a maid,
kind of found that necklace.
It's actually a funny
story, she was
She was cleaning behind
some furniture and then
So what you're
saying is that
the necklace wasn't
in my apartment.
I I-I'm sorry.
I feel like crap, man.
Jonah, why would
I steal jewelry?
I don't know.
I-I don't know.
I I guess I just
kind of had it
in my head that
this could all be
a facade somehow.
Only in my geeked out
imagination
could I be sharing a courtyard
with Thomas Crown.
Jonah, stick with the romcoms.
Okay?
The film noir's killing you.
Riley would totally agree.
Look, man, what can I do
to make it up to you?
Let's settle it on the court.
One-on-one,
loser buys lunch.
You're on.
Good.
And I strongly suggest
you bring your jump shot,
'cause I'm starving.
Some of these dresses
should be made illegal.
Look at this one.
Um, the 1800s called.
They want their
sleeves back.
Okay, so my first duty
as your maid of honor
is to destroy this.
Oh, give me that.
You ruined it.
Vile.
(phone ringing)
Hello?
Hello, Doctor.
I heard you enjoyed my patient.
It was, um, it-it was
a pretty standard procedure.
Standard?
I told him to keep you
as long as he could.
Consider this your final exam.
This mean I passed?
With flying colors.
I'm going to be
using you again, Lauren.
In fact, I'm going to be
using a lot of you.
Welcome to the family.
Thanks.
Bye.
Passed what?
Oh, just this
test at work.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
(groans):
Oh, my God.
They still make
these things in teal?
How's Kyra doing?
She still swears
she didn't do anything.
Marcello doesn't
believe her, so
he's letting her go.
She was so cool.
I feel bad.
So do I.
I tried to convince him
to give her a second chance,
but he wouldn't budge.
So I guess
you'll be looking
for a new bartender.
Do you think Marcello
would give me a chance?
I already talked to him.
He's willing to give you
a couple of hours
on a Tuesday night.
No way.
But you have to be great,
'cause he made it clear
he's not running a charity.
Thank you so much, Auggie.
I so owe you one.
No, you don't.
Just keep your hand
out of the register
and you'll be fine.
Miss Simms,
how was yoga?
Oh, God, just move in already.
Thought you might like to know
we talked to Dante Zaretti
about your little meeting.
Oh, good.
Then I'm sure
he explained to you
that we were discussing
a mutual client.
Actually, he said
you hired him
to break into
Sydney's apartment.
Except when he got there,
she was already dead.
Well, that is
one P.
I.
with a very
vivid imagination.
He says you got there
beforehim that night,
stabbed her, then tried
to make him look
like the killer.
According to Zaretti,
you're the murderer.
Okay, why does he get to be
Mr.
Credibility?
I mean, he's obviously lying.
He's just saying that
because WPK didn't want
to use him anymore.
Look, Sydney Andrews
made me who I am today.
Why would I want her dead?
If we can confirm his story,
you can bet your Burberry
you'll be arrested for ***.
Well, that's one big "if,"
Detective.
Good luck with that.
Oh, I'm not so sure I'm
going to need any luck.
It's gonna feel real good
when I get to tighten
those handcuffs
around those adorable
little wrists of yours.