All language subtitles for The Outer Limits_S05E09_What Will the Neighbors Think_.srt - 2

[Mona] I've lived
in the Clackson Arms
all my life,

and while I'd be first to admit
that it's seen better days,

there's still something
charming about the place--

Classic.

Like a grande dame

who probably needs
a facelift or two,

but what I'm talking about
is her soul.

Inside, she's... She's special.

And that's why
it broke my heart

when people started
abandoning her.

First it was the Egans,
then the Peters,

then the Rubenthals.

By the time
the Shankars moved out,

things were heading
downhill pretty fast

for the Clackson Arms.

Oh, how do you do that?

How do you do that?

[chuckles]

My name's Mona,
by the way--
Mona Bailey.

I live up in 305.

I have since I was born.

I guess things started turning

right after
the building went co-op.

The man carrying
the tray there,

that's my husband Ned.

He's such a sweetie--
so patient.

Especially since
my difficulties began.

Coming.

-Ned?
-Coming.

Ned, I think I know
what this is.

I think
it's Lyme disease.

In order for you
to have Lyme disease

-you'd have to have been
bitten by an infected tick.
-No.

And considering
you haven't been
outside the building

in the last six months.
I doubt...

What about
the headache?

And the joint pain?

Mona, do yourself a favor
and throw that thing away.

It's doing you
more harm than good.

My physician's
desk reference, Ned?

I don't think so.

Listen, Mona, Mona,

do you remember
that superstore
I told you about?

The one
they're building out west?

[Mona] Ned had been
the assistant manager

at Crazy Moe's
electronics store for years.

They've asked me
to manage it.

Huh?

I mean,
wouldn't that be an amazing
opportunity for both of us?

Well, you know
I can't go outside.

Oh, but nothing will
happen to you, Mona.

Ned, you don't know that.
I'm highly susceptible.

Honey,
if you want to go

without me,
you know I'll understand.

Oh, no. No, honey.

If you don't want
to come with me, then, um...

Hmm.

Oh, I love you.

I love you too.

[Mona] I felt awful.

That promotion was
everything to Ned.

But you have to understand,

there was no way I could
ever leave the Clackson Arms.

Ever, period.

Um, Ned, the milk--

What was the date
on the carton?

So, as the weeks went by,

more and more tenants sold out
and moved away.

They must have thought
the building would never
be worth anything.

But somebody
must have felt differently

because somebody
was secretly
buying them out.

The question was: "Who?"

The owners' meeting took place
at Dom Pardo's.

Dom was an artist

whose specialty was nudes.

Though, maybe special's
the wrong word.

[Dom] Whoever's making
these offers

is countin' on us panickin'
and selling cheap.

So then they turn around
and sell high
when we're we're gone.

Well, let me tell you.
I'm not going to let
that happen, huh.

Not without a fight!

[Mona]
Looking around
at my neighbors,

feeling that sense
of community with them,

it made my heart swell.

They offered me 25 grand
for my place.

Can you believe that?

[Mona]
Tory-Beth Walters
was my best friend.

I guess you could say
she had a bit of a temper
on her.

Carpetbaggers.

I say we hunt them down

-and chop off their heads.
-[all] Yeah!

And feed them to the rats.

[all] Yeah.

And then we can
eat the rats!

Boom-boom.

[laughing]

What?

I'm with ya.

[Mona]
At that moment I felt so proud
to be among those people.

I knew I had
to do something
to help out.

I sent away
for a Radon home testing kit.

See, I'd read this article
about Radon

and how it could leak into
buildings and cause cancer.

But then
it occurred to me

if it was Radon leaking
into our building,

maybe then it wouldn't be
so attractive

to the people trying
to buy it out from under us.

[beeping]

[rapid beeping]

[elevator bell dings]

I was shocked.

it was Shirley Baxter

and Dom Pardo,
and they were kissing.

[laughing]

[Shirley]
We've got to hurry.

I told my husband
I was going out
for cigarettes.

[Mona] Shirley was
a happily married woman,

and Dom, well,
he seemed bent on
doing it

with every woman
in the building.

Your hot,
flushed thighs.

[Shirley breathing heavily]

Yeah? Come on.

Just do it fast.
Come on.

Oh, I can do fast.

Fast, yeah.

Yeah. [chuckles]

-[exclaims]
-[grunts]

[Shirley] Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, oh, yeah.

-Yeah, yeah.
-[washing machine running]

[rapid beeping]

Do you hear something?

No, did you?

[grunting]

Spin cycle!

[screaming]

[grunting]

[Shirley]
Oh, yeah!

[screaming]

[Shirley]
Boy, do I wish
Vince could see this.

[Dom] Your fingernails,
they're killin' me!

[groaning]

[Shirley]
I'm coming,
I'm coming!

-I'm coming.
-[Dom grunts]

[Control Voice]
There is nothing wrong
with your television.

Do not attempt
to adjust the picture.

We are now controlling
the transmission.

We control the horizontal
and the vertical.

We can deluge you
with a thousand channels

or expand one single image
to crystal clarity

and beyond.

We can shape your vision

to anything our imagination
can conceive.

For the next hour,

we will control
all that you see and hear.

You are about to experience
the awe and mystery

which reaches
from the deepest inner mind

to The Outer Limits.

[Mona struggling]

[Control Voice]
How well can we ever know
our neighbors?

Ned!

Perhaps we might better ask:

How well do we want to?

-Ned!
-[door opening]

[Ned] Mona!

Ned!

I crawled all the way
from the basement.

My chair broke.

I was electrocuted.

It was horrible.

Why didn't you just
stand up and walk?

Oh, Ned!

I'm sorry.

Please, Mona.

Your legs work
just fine, sweetie.

No, Ned!

What were hell
were you doing
in the basement anyway?

I was checking for Radon.

You were... You were
checking for what?

Oh, Ned,
don't you understand?

There's Radon in the basement.

[voices murmuring]

Do you hear that humming?

Oh, I get it.

This is one of your
illnesses, isn't it?

No, no, no, Ned.
I swear,
there's a humming.

All right, I am not going
to indulge in this anymore.

Ned, please,
I'm not a well person.

By choice, Mona.

You are not
a well person
by choice.

My head is splitting.

There's a humming in my ears.

It's driving me crazy.

Ned.

-[woman screaming]
-What?

Oh, my God!

What?

Oh, God, somebody
just fell off the roof.

Fell off the roof?
What are you
talking about?

Ned, help me.
Help me, please.

[Ned] Honey,
there's nothing there.

[stutters] No, Ned,
I saw someone
fall off the roof.

They went right...
They fell...

You heard it.

You heard them screaming.

Ned...

I tell you,
the whole thing was freakish.

Between the voices
I was hearing

and what I had just seen.

Really?

You saw a body just
fall past your window?

-Oh.
-Go on. Try one.

[Mona] The problem with
Tory-Beth's cooking was

she tended to use, uh,
unusual ingredients.

Uh, different.

[chuckles] See, I used
baking soda toothpaste

instead of just
baking soda.

That way they're good
for your teeth. [growls]

Now, maybe what
you saw was a bird

or a piece
of the building.

Uh-uh.

Did you phone
the police?

Or an ambulance?

No, there was no body, so...

You think I'm making this up.

-Here, take this.
-[taser buzzing]

Look, obviously
you're feeling
threatened here.

It's hardly surprising--
We're at war.

When the enemy comes,

you'll feel safer knowing
you can fight back.

50,000 volts
right in the face!

[coughs]

Come on, honey.

[Mona] Maybe I had
imagined the body.

but I wasn't imagining
those voices.

But what was causing them?
Maybe I was going crazy.

Or maybe the Radon had
given me a tumor.

Miles and Delia Pendergast
lived in 307.

Delia worked for a law firm.

Miles came from money,

-But he worked for some
non-profit organization.
-Hey, guys.

Hey, Mona,
how are you feeling?

Oh, I'm okay.

I have a scratchy throat...

No, really, and my...

A brain tumor, possibly.

Vince is Shirley's husband.

You remember her
from the laundry room.

Have you tried
acupuncture?

I was numb all over,
worked for me.

Worked for both of us,
if you know what I mean.

Um, when you get
to work today,
ask around.

Find out if having
Radon in your building
makes us candidates

for a class action lawsuit

against the company
that built the building.

And maybe even the city.

[Delia] Oh, you bet.

Don't worry, Mona.

We won't let them
get away with this.

Oops! Sorry, Mona.

Oh, excuse me.
I'm sorry.

It's kind of
an enclosed space.

Hi, where were you
last night?

[Mona] I was going crazy.

Or I was dying.

[overlapping voices humming]

Madness.

Tumor.

Tumor, madness.

[voices murmuring]

I didn't like the sound
of either.

Please!

Make them stop!

There's nothing more
frightening to a hypochondriac

than finding out
she might be right.

[voices babbling]

The voices didn't stop.

They continued.

In fact,
they became more clear.

The torrent of sounds
became words, then phrases,

then whole sentences.

[Tory-Beth] Someone in here
has a hygiene problem.

[Mona] Tory-Beth?

[Dom] Why's he
looking at me
like that, huh?

He knows, that's why.

Some company
calling itself KM Inc.

has started making offers,
serious offers

to all the building's
remaining tenants.

[Leona]
Smug bastards!

Just sign the check
and I'm out of here.

[Shirley] That face
in the painting, it's me!

[Dom]
Can you believe it?

150 from...

I told you, I don't want to be
on your friggin' wall!

[Vince]
I can feel it.

Someone in here is
doing my wife.

Oh, yeah.

[Mona]
I realized, the voices,
they weren't mine.

[Beck]
She's looking at me.

[Esme]
He's touching my leg.

[Vince]
Who is it?

[Shirley]
Dom, I'm gonna kill you.

[Mona]
They were theirs.

What I'd been hearing
all along

was the sound
of everyone's thoughts.

But I thought you said
they were voices, sweetie.
I don't understand.

They are voices, Ned.

That's what they sound like.

Except they're thoughts.

They're... they're in
people's heads.

Ned, I don't know what--

Oh, my God,
she's crazy--

She's gone right over
the freakin' edge!

No, I'm not crazy, Ned.

I have not
"gone over the freakin' edge."

What?

I-- I don't think...

That's exactly what I thought.
Can it be true?

I could actually see
Ned thinking

the things he was thinking.

Is she psychic?

Ned, that's what it is.
I'm psychic.

I can read your thoughts.

I'm telling you, I'm reading
every thought in your head.

Oh, my God.
If she can read my mind,
then she knows that I...

I know what?

What? Just...
Just think it, Ned.

Think it
because I'm going to read it.

I'm going to read
your thoughts.

That I...

That I'm here for you, Mona.

[Mona] For me?

You're here for me.

[Tory-Beth]
I used chocolate laxatives
instead of chocolate.

[Mona] There they were--
My friends and neighbors.

On the surface,
they were all
so sweet to each other.

Well, let's just say
you were out on a date.

Well, you know,
I paint what's
familiar to me.

[Beck]
Dom's a great artist,
don't you think?

[Shirley]
Oh, yeah, and fast.

[Tory-Beth] And suddenly
the guy got aggressive.

[Esme]
Oh! Aggressive in a good way
or in a bad way?

What's wrong with you?
Don't you have
any self-respect?

[Mona]
But underneath...

Sure, I do.

Oh, my God, get this
crazy woman
away from me!

[Tory-Beth]
No, you don't.

There's more to life
than guys, you know.

Look at Mona.

She's so lucky
to have someone like Ned.

I like Ned.

If it's sickly he wants,
I could be sickly.

I could be a hell a lot
sicker than Mona.

I could get pneumonia
if that's what he wants.

Believe me,

there's not one guy
in this whole stinking world
is worth dying over.

I could get cancer.

[chuckles]
I'm not disagreeing with you.

Beck--

Oh, he hasn't
talked to me in two days.

And, God, that's another man
I've driven away!

Oh!

[Mona] Poor Ned,
he was working overtime

to keep his thoughts
to himself.

Beck,
pass me a cracker.

Oh, sure.

Oh!
I don't deserve to be happy.

-Hi.
-Hi.

I feel awful about Esme.

I can't even look at her.
It's just--

I don't want her near me.

So, Delia, I didn't know
you played tennis too.

Oh, I love tennis.

Are you any good?

Uh, not bad.

You know,
it kind of all depends
who you're playing with.

Well, have you ever
thought of playing
with someone else?

Uh, playing--

Yeah, I've thought about
playing with other people.

[Mona] I was looking through
some strange keyhole

into their very souls.

A woman like Tory-Beth
shouldn't even talk to you.

She's way smarter.

Oh, God, I want her!

Hey, what's the worst thing
that could happen, you know?

You ask her on a date
and she says no.

Then you jump off a bridge
and kill yourself!

-Oh, I see what you're saying.
-[giggling]

Do you play tennis too?

Sure I do.

Backhand, forehand...

I just love using my hands.

Can you imagine that slug
slobbering all over him?

[Mona] Who knew it was such
a soap opera around here?

Such a sordid one.

So Esme and Delia
wanted Beck,

but Beck wanted Tory-Beth,

who wanted Ned.

[Ned]
Boom-ba-boom-ba-boom-ba-boom.

You're looking
kind of pensive there, Vince.

Just looking around
at how you decorated
the place.

Taking in the details,
you know.

Who could it be?
Who could it be?

The way you've inserted part
of yourself into everything.

Yeah, well,
that's what artists do, huh?

Who could it be?
Who could it be?

Who could it be?
Who could it be?

I'd love to.

[Mona]
Seeing them all this way,
so naked,

I felt I should look away,
but I couldn't.

Man, nothin' beats the feeling
of silk undies, huh?

Especially when
they're nice and tight.

[laughing]

I wonder if she knows
I took them.

Hey, Shirl, huh?
I'm wearing your underpants!

[laughs]

Jeez,
what's with that look?

Shirley, you and Vince
aren't leaving, are you?

No, no, Vince and I
decided to stay.

Good-- Solidarity.

One kegel, two kegel, three...

Same here.

The only way I'm leaving
this place is feet first.

I wonder how quickly
those KMS people

could cut me a check?

I got to get that freakin' IRS
off my back!

Thanks, Miles, you--

Shove the pennies
on my eyes.

I got the feeling
that KM Inc.
is right here in this room.

Okay, slimebag,
let's just see who's got

the deeper pockets.

You okay, Mona?

-[Mona] I was fine,
compared to all of them.
-[speaks indistinctly]

These people were miserable,

And the more miserable
they were,

the more likely it was
they'd give up
on the community we'd become.

Well, I for one, was not
going to let that happen.

[Miles] I'm not quite sure
I understand the question.

Your family has
a lot of money, right?

Why don't you use some of it
to help keep
the Clackson Arms

from falling into the hands
of someone irresponsible?

Yeah, I see
what you mean.

I know it's none
of my business, Delia,

but you really need to be
a better friend to Esme.

She needs you.

I don't know what you mean.

He's in love with
somebody else? Who?

You're a pretty girl.

You deserve someone who thinks
more highly of himself

than Beck does.

Who thinks more highly of you.

You know, I just want you
to know that I love you,
that's all.

And the fact is, I'm not
the only person around here

who feels that way.

What are you
talking about?

Tory-Beth doesn't like me.

Even if she did,
I wouldn't know
what to say to her.

Just tell her how
you really feel, Beck.

Trust me, it's worth
the chance.

Yeah, but I owe
the IRS a ton.

Somehow they found out

about all this cash I made
off a chain letter.

And you think Miles
told the IRS.

Well, maybe.
Except I don't know
how he could've known.

I think I can help you, Leona.

Oh!
Nothing personal, sweetie,

but how the hell
can you help me?

I need money!
Lots of it!

I'll get it for you.

You?
You want in on our game?

Yeah, I want to play poker
with you.

Do you even know how?

A flush beats a straight,
full house beats a flush,

and nothing beats knowing
a guy in your building

likes to wear
women's underwear...

[counting notes]

That he stole.

[Miles] What's this
about, Dom, really?

Look, where does it say
ladies can't play with us, huh?

It's a tradition,
it's a guy thing.

So we start
a new tradition!

-Yeah, Miles, let her play.
-Yeah.

What's the deal, Dom?
She got something on you?

What makes you think
she's got anything o me?

What's the matter with you?

What's the matter with Dom?
What's he so jumpy for?

Something's wrong here, man.
I can feel it.

[Dom] Who told you
about me, huh?

How do you know?

Was it Shirl?

Nah... Delia.

Yeah.
Yeah that babe has
a mouth, all right.

What is Dom smiling at?

What is she smiling at?

I don't like this.

And I don't like her.

Sure, let her play.

[Mona] You know what
I really don't understand?

I don't know why
these guys think

they're such hotshot
card players,

I mean, considering how easily
their attention can be shifted.

Dom, your paintings of women
are very beautiful.

Thanks.

Where do you find your models?

These women,
they seem very familiar to me.

She's right!
This one looks like Delia!

Well, Delia with a boob job
and a facelift.

Now, why did Mona say that?

Why would Mona say that?

She's damn--
She's up to something--
I can feel it.

Maybe I should cut her in.

Maybe I should cut her throat!

Nice, uh, poker face
you got there, Mona.

[Mona]
You should talk.

Cut my throat?

I remembered the body falling
past my living room window.

Suddenly it was starting
to make sense.

These people wanted
to kill each other.

Maybe they wanted
to kill me too.

How you doing there,
Mona? You okay?

[Mona] Yeah, I'm okay.

Except my throat is scratchy

and one of my ovaries
is a little tender.

It was a rhetorical question,
you stupid bitch.

Like I give a rat's ass
how you feel.

Dom, you want
to quit fidgeting?

You're squirming around
over there

like your underwear
don't fit.

Why does he keep staring at
the painting of the blonde?

Just admiring
your work there, Dom.

The one
that looks a lot like...

Shirley!

It seems like I know
some of these people.

[men laughing]

Trust me, you don't.

[Mona] It was incredible.

They were thinking
about everything

except the cards
in their hands.

Come on, Miles, give it up.

What kind of deal is this?

I can't do anything
with this crap!

Dom, you son of a bitch!

You lay one hand on my wife
and I'll cut your heart out,
I swear!

Three, please.

Anybody thirsty?
Mona, you want a beer?

Yeah, 'cause my throat is
very scratchy.

-Dom?
-I'll take a brewski.

Miles?

Do you have a cat?

Geez, I got nothing, huh?

Damn you, Mona,
and your big mouth!

He knows,
and I'm a dead man!

Hmm, Mona.

Wonder what kind of panties
you got going there, huh?

Come on, baby.

Victoria's Secret.

Hmm?

[Mona] Careful. Mona.

The catalog this month--

Very beautiful women.

Have you seen it?

Yeah, matter of fact.

[Vince] Say what?

Underwear catalogs--
you fruit!

Two, please.

[Vince] What are you
doing painting my wife
in her birthday suit!

How do you even know--

[Mona]
It was around then

that the sound of their voices
started to get louder,

and it got harder
to dial them out

no matter how much I focused.

It was out of desperation

that I thought about Delia.

Suddenly it was like
my mind found her.

Why would Mona say
"Be a better friend to Esme"?

Like I'm not a good friend.

[gasps]
Is there something going on
between her and Beck?

Well, if there is,
there won't be.

She meant Delia.

That's who Mona
was talking about.

That's why she wouldn't tell me
Beck's in love with Delia!

Why does she keep
doing this to me?

Maybe if I explain to Delia

how I feel about it,
she'll understand.

All right... That bitch!

[Dom] Mona, Mona.

Mona, you with us?

It's your bid.

Mmm.

Oh, wow.

Mona, you sure you know
what you're doing?

[Miles] Hey, if she
wants to play
with the big boys,

let her play.

Yeah, you've been called.

Lay down your cards.

Four sixes.

Four sixes?
How'd you do that?

I got a full house
and I lose?

You sure got
a poker face, Mona.

[laughs] Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

Beginner's luck.

Hey, Dom.

Let me ask you about
that painting over there.

What?

That one, over there.

Yeah, that one.

Oh, you mean, uh,
Winter in Montana.

Montana.

[indistinct mumbling]

[Vince]
I'll kill them all now!

The voices in me
were starting to get to me.

I thought about Beck
and Tory-Beth.

[Tory-Beth]
Here, I made you some pie.

Eat it!

What the hell
was I thinking?

He is kind of cute.

-This woman
hates my guts.
-I hate cute!

Beck, come on.

She's lonely...

God knows you're lonely.

Come on, cowboy,
make your move.

Make it or get the hell out!

Looks like
you cleaned us out, huh?

Yeah, a broad
in a wheelchair.

I'm gettin' moist
just thinking about it.

[voices overlapping]

[Mona squealing]

There was murder in the air.

It was definitely time to go.

Hope you don't mind
if we don't
invite you back, huh?

[laughing]

Yah-hoo!

Take that, IRS!

Take that, Miles,
you yuppie scum!

Oh, Mona, honey,
thanks, thanks.

Oh, you don't know--
I don't know
how to thank you!

You meddling cow!

God, you get on my nerves!

I wonder
how much you'd want
for your apartment.

I hope you die!

How can you say that

After everything
I just did for you?

What are you talking about?

I-- I just thanked you.

No.

[sobbing]

Mona? Honey, you okay?

This feeling of dread
came over me.

I'd started something
that couldn't be stopped.

-There was murder in the air,
and on the pavement.
-[Leona] Die.

Die!

[elevator dings]

Mona!

Hey.

Hey, I'm really curious.

Where did you learn
to play cards like that?

You know too much for some
little girl in a wheelchair.

It's not prying
or anything...

I'd really like to know
what you told Dom at the door.

-[stammers]
-[elevator dings]

I don't remember.

I hope you're not
lying to me, Mona.

What did she tell you?
What did she say?

-What'd she say?
-I'm not hiding.

You know,
if you tilt your head back,
it'll stop that bleeding.

So,

what did you tell Dom?

You wouldn't hurt me,
would you, Vince?

You're a nice guy.

Oh, yeah, that's right.

Vincent Baxter is
a real nice guy.

Except I'm not Vincent Baxter.
I'm Kaiser Munson!

[man] We, the jury,
find you, Kaiser Munson,
guilty of murder

in the first degree.

Come on, Vince!
Come on, Vince.

You got to keep Kaiser
in the past
where it belongs!

Remember, remember.

You buried him
the night you broke out.

Kaiser Munson.
Kaiser Munson.

Keep Kaiser in the past
where he belongs.

Remember...

[Mona]
Kaiser Munson.

She knows who I am!

-She knows who I am!
-[screaming]

I don't know how she knows,
but she knows!

I'm going to snap your neck!

[coughing]

Mona, squeeze the bridge--
the bridge.

[sobbing]

I didn't tell him.

I didn't tell him anything.

Honey,
please talk to me.

They all want to kill me.

They want me to die.

Mona, let's get
out of here, huh?

Let's just pack up
our stuff and leave

before it's too late.

I wish I could.

It was already too late.

I wish I could.

From all over the building
I could hear them.

I'm going to get you, Mona,
if it's the last thing I do!

Esme, I'm sorry,
it's all my fault.

It was wrong of me
to take him away from you.

-He didn't actually--
-I know, I know.

He didn't even want you.

-You know, what if he had--
-What I mean is,

even if he had
wanted me,

you couldn't have
taken him.

-I did.
-Did not.

-Did.
-Didn't.

[both screaming]

That wasn't the worst of it.

Not by a long shot.

What have you done?

What in God's name
is wrong with you?

Why can't you keep
your anger in check?

It's fresh.

Made a whole batch
this morning.

[Mona] Tory-Beth,
what kind of meat
did you say was in them?

I don't know.

Meat.

Tory-Beth, did things not
go well last night with Beck?

I don't want to talk about it.

Is Beck okay?

I said I don't--

want to talk about it.

I couldn't help myself, okay?

He was being so needy!

And then he looked at me
with those,

those eyes!

You want to know
if I killed him?

Is that what
you want to know?

Okay, then, I killed him!

I ripped out his heart
and I ate him alive!

[Mona] The very idea of leaving
my apartment scared me to death

but I had to get that,
that meat pie out of my sight.

Mona?

Esme.

[sobbing]

You're a terrible person, Mona.

Oh, Esme.

You're a terrible person.

I have to find Beck.

Have you seen him?

I think Beck's dead.

What?

Oh, my God,
what happened to him?

I don't know
what happened,

but I think Tory-Beth
had something
to do with it.

[sobbing]

[Mona] That's when things
began to get
seriously out of control.

[indistinct chatter
over police radio]

What have you done to me?

[Mona]
I was wrong, you see.

Beck wasn't dead.

I'm sorry, I just...

I just... I don't
want to rush this.

What is that
supposed to mean?

Look, either you want to
or you don't want to.

There's no in between!

Yeah, I want to,
it's just...

Tory-Beth,
I like you.

But I'm not
interested in "like."

I couldn't care less
about love either.

You know what?
This was a mistake.
A big one!

You are every reason
I gave up this kind of
garbage, in the first place.

You self-absorbed, uninvolved,

pathetic little excuse
for a man!

You are dog food!

No. You are less than dog food.

You are nothing!

I'm going to kill you, Mona.

[yelling]

[Tory-Beth grunts]

How was I supposed to know

Tory-Beth's mind worked
so metaphorically?

In the end, Beck walked
right out the door,

didn't even leave
a forwarding address.

Of course, the police let
Tory-Beth go

and the meat pies
and everything.

Well, everything kind of just
went downhill from there.

[Esme] I want you
out of here.

I'll get you for this, Mona!

I want that bitch
out of here.

I want her dead. Dead!

Dead!

[Mona] Of course,
I couldn't leave.

Then it occurred to me,
I don't have to go anywhere.

The rest of them will be
leaving one way or another.

They're not getting me.

I'm getting them.

Over the next few days,

a plan started forming
in my mind.

It was quite simple.

They all wanted to kill me,

but if I could find some way
to redirect their anger...

Step one,
replace stolen panties.

"Dear Delia,
you are the best.

I mean it.
Sincerely, Dom."

"Dear Shirl,
you are the best.

I mean it.
Sincerely, Dom."

Step two,
set fuse on time bomb.

"Dear Vince,
it has come to my attention

that you used to go
by the name Kaiser Munson.

we should talk.
Your pal, Miles."

"Dear Leona,
it has come to my attention

that Miles discovered
your little secret

by reading your mail."

Step three,
light the fuses.

Step four,
sit back, enjoy the fireworks.

[scoffs]

Honey,
what you got there?

Oh, it's nothing.

[Mona] "Dear Leona,
it has come to my attention

that Miles discovered
your little secret

by reading your mail."

"Dear Dom, while you've been
trying to save the building,

your pals
Miles and Vince have been
working against you."

[Beck] Dear Esme,
sorry I left the way I did,

but after Delia told me
the truth about you

I felt I had no choice."

"Tory-Beth,
I'm still traumatized

by the other night,
but thanks to Delia,

I know why I feel
threatened by you."

[Miles] "You used to go
by the name Kaiser Munson."

[coughs]

[screaming]

[grunting]

[sobbing]

We have to talk now!

I got another pissant
to deal with first.

-[knocking on door]
-[Delia] Dom,
get the hell out here!

Dom! [sighs]

What are you doing here?
Go away.

"Thanks, you're the best"?

And you send me these?

I swear to God
I don't know what
you're talking about.

I didn't send them to you.

They're not even mine!
They're hers!

And you sent me hers,
you bastard.

Uh, uh...

You gave him your panties?

You're sick!

Miles!

Get out here!

[Dom] I'm telling you,
I didn't do it.

I got him first.
You back off!

Miles, open the door.

[Delia]
Shut up, Esme!

What are you doing?

Dom!

You want
a piece of me?

What are you doing
with my wife?

Get out of my way!

Delia!

[Delia]
Shut up, Esme.

[Dom]
I want a piece of you,
Kaiser Munson of KM Inc.

[clamoring]

I get her first.
She told Beck I was gay!

She told Beck I was a man!

[taser buzzing]

[voices murmuring
and fading away]

Are you happy now, Mona?

[screaming]

[laughing]

[stuttering]

[sighs]

-[gasping]
-[Mona] That, more or less,

-is what happened.
-[laughing]

I felt pain in every one
of my organs,

but I didn't care.

The voices were gone.

[laughing hysterically]

[voices murmuring]

Ah! Ah!

[voices flooding back in]

No!

[screaming]

No!

I got to thank you, Mona.

You just saved KM Incorporated
a small fortune.

-No!
-I should be able to get
the last of the apartments

for practically nothing.

The moment
this building is mine,

I'm going to knock it
the hell down.

Oh, and by the way.

KM Incorporated, KM--

"Kill Mona."

No.

That was how Ned meant
to get me out of the building.

-Except I was going to save him
the trouble.
-[screaming] No!

[voices overlapping]

-[beeps]
-[voices stopping]

Turned out Ned was right

about getting me
out of that place.

Finally, I was cured.

[Control Voice] It is said
that our relationships deepen

as secrets
give way to truth.

it may be, however,

that there are some stones
better left unturned.