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[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.