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- Brent, hi.

- Hannah.

How are things?
- Good, good.

I'm just about to pull
a loaf out the oven.

- Sounds delicious.

- Hopefully.

- Look, I just wanted to say

how much client loved
your latest photographs

for the website.

I mean, it's not easy
making processed cheese

look, you know, that good.

But I would love to see what you
can do with a shredded variety.

- Sure.

Thanks.
- You have a gift.

- And so, while I'm still happy
to take stills,

I've just been wondering maybe
my talents are better used--

- Your cookbook proposal, yeah.

Hannah...

we had a look.

But, well, it's just we
feel it's missing that thing.

That certain je ne sais quoi.

- OK.

- You know, that--
that crowning piece

that takes something from good

to fan-fucking-tastic!

Yeah?

- Brent, I've worked--

I've obsessed about this
for years.

- Hannah, it is a no for now.

But don't lose heart.

Our winter
deadline's coming up.

Could you get us the next draft
within the week?

- Brent, that's
really short notice.

Maybe I could--

- I've gotta--I gotta--
I--I--I got a call.

Hello. Brent.

- Brent.

- Thanks, mate.
We'll work this out.

Go. It's Brent.

- Evan.

- Hannah.

- Doomed love.

A relationship strangled.

Was this a horrific accident

or carefully planned
crime of retaliation?

Mr. Cunningham alerted
authorities about the stabbing

of his wife and friends.

However, traces of poison

have been found
on the victim's food.

Perhaps Cunningham has
always been rotten to the core.

I am Bongani Skosana,
and you're following the story

of the Rat Scratch Killer.

Only on "Murderer's Catch."

- Oof.
Well, that was underwhelming.

- You're underwhelming.
- Ooh.

Gotta admit though,
it's not exactly original.

- Sure.

The execution is a bit sloppy.

But then it's not
about originality, is it?

It's about intention.

I'd say she had it coming.

- Isn't it, like, anti-feminist
to be against the victim?

Whatever.

- What, you don't think
women can be dicks, too?

- Oh, no.
They can definitely be dicks.

I have firsthand experience
with that.

Yeah.

- Oh, don't worry about that.
I'll put it in the dishwasher.

- If only Cunningham
had a dishwasher.

I also got to give
the dude credit.

I mean, he did invite
his lifelong friends over

for a dinner and then poisoned
them all right there.

Something clever about that.

- Mm-hmm.

- What's wrong?

I'm just struggling a bit.

Work stuff.

- Your photo gig.
How's that going?

- Evan, it's not a gig.
I actually work there.

- Cool.

- Anyway,
I've been sending them

some ideas for my cookbook,
and they say that they like it,

but they think that
it's not good enough.

- Mm, I wouldn't worry
too much about that, Han.

There's lots of stuff out there
you can still try.

What I mean is, like,

do you remember when you tried
to take portraits for a living?

That didn't work out.

But you didn't throw away
your camera.

Instead, you found you
were just better at food

than you were with people.

And now look at you.

It's like what you were
saying about Cunningham.

It's about the intention,
not the execution.

Look, all I'm saying

is that your heart's
in the right place, OK?

Can't that be enough?

- Forget it.

It's getting late.

You're a good friend, Evan.

Till next time?

- I'll text you.

- Mm-hmm.

Jeez, I'm coming.

- Please open.

I'm gonna pee.

Finally.
- Oh.

- You wouldn't believe what
kind of morning I just had.

I come to my new place,
there's no water,

my spare key
broke inside the lock,

and I swear something
died in my front door

because the smell
is just, ugh, gross.

This is the third
door I've tried.

I really can't take it anymore.
I'm about to explode.

Oh, my God.
You're gorgeous, aren't you?

- Oh.
Um, listen--

- Hold that thought.

Can I please come inside
and use your restroom?

- Um--
I don't know.

I'm--I'm kind of busy right now.
- Really?

Girl, we're neighbors.

I'm literally around the corner
on the right.

60.

I'm in need, girl.

In need.

- Oh, OK, come inside.

- Thank you.

- Oh, no, downstairs.
Downstairs!

- Oh, oh.

Ooh, nice place.

- Um, it's to the left
over there.

- Oh.
- Over there.

- Got it. Thanks!

Oh, so much better.

Hi, I'm Blaire.

- OK.

Right.
I'm Hannah.

- Hannah.
That's a beautiful name.

- Is there anything else
you need?

I took one of these.

Sorry.

It's one more thing
that got lost in the move.

- Sure.

- Oh, OK.

- So those three trucks
yesterday, that was you?

Seems a lot for one person.

- Guilty.
I'm a fashion designer.

- I can see that.

- Yep.

Lots of clothes.

- Right.
Um, anything else?

- Actually, I see
you have a studio there.

You should take pictures
of my designs sometime.

- Oh--
- I'll pay you, of course.

- I take pictures
of food mostly.

- Oh, OK.

- You know what?

That sounds like fun.
Let's do that sometime.

- OK, cool.

Um, do you need my info,
handles?

- I think I know where
to find you.

Apartment 60.

- 60 indeed.

OK, cool.
- OK.

- Chapter 4,
my encounter with the hunter.

I know the hunter has found me,

my mysterious pursuer,

and still,
something was eerily familiar.

Underneath that mask,
our eyes driven with passion.

Was it lust?

Was it rage?

I barely had time to ponder
the answer before I felt--

- Hello?

- It was June 17th, 1982.

Hannah May was
in her apartment all alone.

- It's open.

You're late.
- Or so she thought.

Little did she know there was
a man inside her apartment

with ill intent.

- Oh, really?

- He carried with him the weight
of a day stressful

and a case of red rum,
red rum, red rum.

Well, it's more like
fermented grapes.

- OK.

You'd make a lousy killer,

but at least you have
good taste.

- It's still hard to talk about,

seeing photos of the victims.

- Hey, phones off
during family time.

- Sorry, I'm just looking
for someone online.

- Someone?

- Yeah.

- I was determined to find him.

This cycle must come to an end.

The next stop took me
back to the village.

- Is there more wine left?

- Mm, should be.

- But I knew that
there were details.

- Please.
You're such a good host.

- Fine.

- I checked everywhere.

I checked every suit,
every piece of furniture,

every piece of silverware,
every box in the attic.

Actually, nothing.

I was giving up hope.

It struck me--

- As his strength raised
me up from the ground,

I felt the heat from his breath
tickle my skin

as his thick, strong hands
held my soft neck.

- Hey, that's mine.

- I was just checking the time.

- It's going to make me think
twice about checking my mail.

- You're acting weird.

- I'm acting weird?
- Yeah.

- It's the first time
you haven't even been interested

in "Murderer's Catch."

I think you're acting weird.

- I'm just bored
with this episode, I think.

Aren't you?

- Why don't we
do something else?

- What do you have in mind?

- Sit.

- What are you doing?

- Just relax.
It's just a game, OK?

Sit.

Good.
Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

It was a dark winter's night.

The flicker of a single candle
is the only source of light.

- OK.

- The newspaper tells
of a mysterious killer.

- Evan, what is this?

Relax. Jeez.

Relax.

Right.

Killer on the loose.

He's just killed
his tenth victim.

- She.

- What?

- She's just killed
her 10th victim.

- OK.

She.

Her weapon of choice...

- A chef's knife.

- OK, am I telling the story,
or are you?

- Sorry.

- Chef's, chef's.

A young woman home alone.

And she maybe forgotten
to lock her door.

- Her name?

- Uh...

Lana--no.

Susana.

- Blaire.

- Blaire?

OK.

Blaire had forgotten
to lock her door.

And the Meat Mallet Murderer

could be heard
walking up the stairs.

She knew she should run,
but she couldn't.

She was utterly...

hopelessly...

helpless.

- Evan--

- And right before
that final blow...

- Mm.

- She looked up to see
the Meat Mallet Murderer...

- Evan--
- Right above her.

- Evan.

- Mallet in his hand
about to come down

and--

- I'd do it differently.

- Oh?

- Yeah.
You be Blaire.

Sit down.

- Wait, you want me to be--

OK.

OK, OK.

So is Blaire like a--

is she like a naughty girl or--

- On the contrary.

The Chef had never been caught.

She knew how to hide
in plain sight.

- OK, The Chef.
I like it.

- They were...friends?

Maybe more.

She was invited to dinner.

To dinner.

But the host
had a secret of her own.

The secret of her food.

Every bite,

every flavor,

Blaire was captivated
from her first bite to her last.

To her last. To her last.

To her last.

Blinded by her desires.

The best--

The best had yet to come.

Had yet to come.

And as she leaned in
with a kiss...

- Uh, Hannah--

You're--you're--
you're good at this.

Um, Hannah.

Hannah.

- So what do you think?

- It's a little real.

You could have nicked me.

- Oh. I mean,
you seemed really into it.

- Well, I didn't know
how kinky you were until--

- I felt that--

- Evan, what the hell?

- Hey, look, if you don't want
anyone getting into your phone,

don't leave it lying
around without a password.

- What?
- Oh, come on.

You can't be angry with me.

At least I told you.

Look.

I feel bad and I said
I'm sorry, OK?

- No, it's fine.

Look, I'm sorry.
You just--it felt like you--

- No, it's OK.

- Right.

- I'm gonna--
I'm gonna get going.

- Yeah.

- I'll see you Monday
for another murder mystery?

- Sure.

- Yeah.

- I bet you thought
you'd never see me again.

- What this time?

- As it turns out, your 60
neighbor needs your help again.

My showerhead's bust,
and I thought I'd use yours.

- And this?
- Oh, yeah.

This is payment with interest.

- Come inside.

- Oh, my gosh,
that was so refreshing.

You are a literal lifesaver.

- Oh.
No problem.

- Well, it was nice
seeing you again.

- Is it too much
to ask for a coffee?

- Oh, sorry, I overstepped.

- No, no, no, not at all.

- I can get a bit ahead
of myself sometimes.

It's really nice to see you.

And thanks for today.
I appreciate it.

- Any time.

- See you around?
- OK.

Hey, um,
why don't you come by later,

and we can take those photos?

I'll leave the gear out.

I insist.

You look really pretty.
- Oh, thanks.

- Um, so I was wondering.
- Yeah?

- I have this recipe that
I really need to try out

for my new cookbook,
and I need an unbiased critic.

- You're a cookbook author?

That is seriously cool.

- Well, I mean, not yet.

- That makes sense.

You got that whole chef-y look
to you.

- A what?

- I'm free tomorrow night.

Besides, I'll never
turn down good food,

and you're helping
me with this,

so count me in.

- Thanks.

One more time.
Let me just catch it.

One, two, three, go.

- It's been a while

I know I haven't been
a good friend to you

Oh, it's been a while
I held you

Maybe we can hit refresh

Wanna take a breath

Run it back

Searching high
and he's so electric

Run it back

To the beat
of the great unknown

Just pick it up,
'cause here we go

- Oh, you make me
look so beautiful.

Oh, that's a hard job.

And now it's your turn.

- What?
- I have something for you.

- Oh, no, no.
- Yes.

- No, I stay on this side
of the lens.

I'm--
- This, beautiful.

Wow, look at that.

- Mm-hmm.

- OK, come on, give
me some more passion.

Sorry, I don't know.

I just--can we just stop now?

- No, no, no.
Come on, come on.

Just trust me, OK?

We'll get this.

You got to focus more on your--

on your body
and less on your face.

Yeah.
Lean into your--that's it.

OK, so gotta also breathe.

May I?

- Yeah.

- OK.

Fill your lungs.

That's it.

That's it.

Now trust that
your leg will hold you.

There we go.

There she goes.
Nice.

That's it.

Stunning. I love it.
It's beautiful.

- OK, but I mean,
honestly you're

just a better model than I am.

I mean.
- OK, I won't contest that.

Let me show you how it's done.

- Yeah.

Han.

Hey, it's unlocked.

- Hey.

Hi.

- Wow.

You look amazing.

- Um--
- What's--what's going on here?

Is this a little crime scene
setup for tonight?

- This is--
this is my neighbor.

She moved in next door.

I'm so sorry.
I forgot about dinner tonight.

- Hi.
I'm Blaire.

- Blaire.
- Mm-hmm.

- Blaire.

Well, yeah.

Hannah's told me
a lot about you.

- Oh, really?

- Is this some kind of--

'cause I can really
get into this.

- Well, we were just
finishing up, right, Hannah?

And you'll send me the invoices
with the photos and all of that?

- Oh, yes.
Sure.

Oh, I've got--

- Keep it, please.

He's right.

You do look amazing.

- Thanks.

Um, dinner tomorrow night?

- Oh, OK.
Sure.

That'd be nice.

It's--it's nice to meet you.

- You, too.
- Mm-hmm.

- Am I losing my touch?
She didn't even ask my name.

What?

What was that about?

- One really should get to know
their victim, don't you think?

- So she is in on the game?

- What game?

- Right.

Actually,
I have a gift for you.

- I'll open it later.

No, Evan, that's
not for tonight.

- Doesn't even cut though.

- Yeah, no, it's a
baguette-style bread that's

really hard on the surface
and takes very long to make.

You have to, like,
wet it and heat it.

And if you don't
do this and just

put it straight in the oven,
it becomes very hard.

- So I can't eat it?

Reconnaissance.
Right?

What you were doing earlier
with Blaire?

- Straight into it, huh?

I've been thinking about
the other night a lot.

- What is her vibe like?

What's her thing?
Is she--is she involved?

Is she kind of, like,
part of a kink community?

What--what's going on there?

- Blaire?
- Yeah.

- No, of course not.

- So she doesn't
know about this?

- Obviously not, Evan.

- Don't you think
that's a little strange?

- What murderer warns
her victim beforehand?

- OK.

So I was thinking

the Chef's Knife Killer needs

a partner in crime.

- What makes you think
she needs an accomplice?

- Oh, I just think that there's
a few holes in her approach.

- Holes?
- Mm-hmm.

- Like what?

- Like how she's gonna
get away with it.

What she's gonna do
with the murder weapon,

how she's gonna
get rid of the body.

Creating an alibi.

- OK.

So let's hear it,
Mr. Accomplice.

- Actually, they are more
like partners in this case.

The Chef's Knife Killer
and Hollywood unite

for the ultimate kill.

- Hollywood?

- Hey, shut up, OK?

I am setting
the scene this time.

- Mm-hmm.

- They'd been
planning this kill for months,

and the Chef had spent the day
getting to know Blaire,

photographing her entirely,
every angle, every curve.

And she has a great ass,
by the way.

She gathered as much
info as she could

like her profession, which was--

- She's a fashion designer.

- OK, so she's full of herself.

- She's quite unassuming,
actually.

- It didn't matter to Hollywood
or to the Chef.

They knew they could
use her arrogance against her.

She would be
so focused on herself

that she could never
see what was coming.

But what did the Chef
see in Blaire?

And more importantly,
why didn't she tell her partner?

- Perhaps the Chef was
so used to working as a solo act

that she needed to know
that she could trust him.

- OK.

Maybe Hollywood first
needed to prove himself.

My proposal is

what we do after
the Chef's had a meal.

- Oh.

- I mean,
Hollywood's contribution

would be his focus.

His strength.

His body.

- You're talking about--

- Bodily disposal options,
of course.

- Of course.
- Yeah.

[Hannah chuckles

- Come on.

I'm just trying
to brainstorm here.

Get on board.

- How ever will we get away
with this, Mr. Hollywood?

- You're gonna
be thanking me later.

- If you say so.

- I'll get us started.

Woodchipper.

- Terrible idea.

It's so messy.

- Excuse you.

There are
no terrible ideas here.

- I disagree.

That is a terrible idea.

- OK.

Burning, then.

- Few cons come to mind.
- Such as?

- Bad smell.

Black smoke.

Difficult to hide
from the neighbors.

Plus the amount of fossil fuels
used to burn just one body

is absolutely ridiculous.

- I'm sorry, Hannah.

We're trying to figure out
how to dispose of a body.

Is the Chef really worried
about the environment?

- I'm a murderer,
not a monster.

- Are you just gonna
shoot down all my ideas,

or are you gonna
get on board at some point?

- OK, Mr. Hollywood.

What about burying them
in a forest?

- If movies have
taught us anything,

that is a terrible idea.

- Except I don't know if
you remember that documentary

that we watched where the killer
buried a body ten feet down

and then a dog
four feet above that.

- What kind of a monster
murders a dog?

- Yeah.
Humans disgust me.

- Yeah. Next.

- What if we reused a grave?

- Actually, that's--

that's really good.

It's effective,
it's environmentally conscious,

and there's a remote graveyard
just down the road from here.

You are gonna need some muscle,
though.

- I'd leave that
up to Hollywood.

- Through the adrenaline
of planning the perfect kill,

the Chef and Hollywood
were forming a bond.

A romance.

- Don't be ridiculous.

- Oh, she would deny it,
but he could see it.

It was there in the gleam
of her eyes,

the quiet passion.

- It's the publishers.

Brent, hi.

- Hi.

Uh, I got your last submission.

And the book's not a write-off,
but it's just--

- Don't tell me that
it lacks passion, Brent.

- We need something
that shows us

the real you,
what makes you special,

a meal only you could make.

Look, I hate to be the one
to break this to you,

but we are looking
at another author.

- What?
- Hannah, we spoke--

- No just--
just give me until Friday.

- We have a deadline.
- Please.

- OK, until Friday, OK?
But I'll be honest.

It needs to be something--

- It will.

I-- I'm going
to have something incredible.

- Are we gonna talk
about what just happened?

Hello.

You do this every time.

You string me along,
and then you leave me dry.

- No, that's not
what's happening.

- That's exactly
what's happening.

- I've always been honest.

Ev, you're the one
that's jumping to conclusions.

- I am the one who
is always coming over,

always putting up
with whatever it is

you want to make that night,

watching whatever
you want to watch.

I'm even playing
this childish game.

Don't you think I deserve
a little something in return?

- I'm sorry I gave you
the wrong impression.

- Don't--don't do that.

Don't pretend like
there's nothing there.

It's patronizing.

- You know what?
You're right.

There is something between us.

It just might not
be what you think.

- Explain it to me.

- No, I can't.

Well, at least not yet.

And there's still
so much to do.

- You still wanna
play this game?

- It's not a game, Evan.

- Relax. You don't have
to get emotional, OK?

We're just playing.

We are just playing, right?

No, you're--
you're not serious.

- Everything in my life...

everyone...

It's all so suffocating.

You all see me as
this banal waste of talent.

But I can do this.

I can do something special.

I can be someone special.

- OK, but Hannah,
this is not you.

You can't do that.

- And you know me so well.

- I do.

I do because I care about you.

I--I know what you need,
and it's not this.

You need someone
to care for you.

Someone who sees what I see.

- And what is it
that you see, Evan?

- That we'd be fucking
great together.

You know...

I just poured
my heart out to you,

and you have nothing to say?

Let me make it easier for you.

Do you have feelings for me?

- Evan, I--
- Come on.

Just say it.

- If you really cared about me,

you would just hear me out

and you'd see why
I have to do this.

- No, no, no, no, no.
Well, this isn't funny anymore.

OK?
Stop ruining a good evening.

- Let's just sit down
and I'll explain.

- No, no, no, no, no, I--

I'm done.

I'm out.

- Evan.

- Why don't I just go over
to your girlfriend next door

and explain to her how you're
also playing her, too, then?

- Just--just take it easy.

- You fucking--

- Why couldn't you just
be on my side, Hollywood?

Sunlight peered
through the windows.

Finally, it had arrived.

The morning before the dinner.

- Hannah.

- Hollywood had
finally come to,

but he didn't know
if he had drank too much.

Last night was a blur.

- Stop.

What the hell is this?

Fuck.

Come on, come on.

- Hey.

What's wrong?

- I just--I don't--I don't know
what's happening anymore.

Is--is this still a game?

Is this real?
I don't know.

- Maybe it's a real game.

- OK.

Um--

So, Chef--
- Mm-hmm?

- 'Twas the morning,
and Hollywood desperately,

hopelessly desired
the tranquility of a drink.

- I think Chef can oblige.

Oh, come on.
You can't be serious.

- Chef doesn't know if she
can trust Hollywood just yet.

- Um...

what does Hollywood need
to do to regain her trust?

- Well,

we can continue
discussing the dinner.

- OK, OK.
So this is about Blaire.

You still know
this is crazy though, right?

I mean, this is--

- Can I show you something?

What are your thoughts?

- Wow.
Very cool.

Um--

It's bread.

Immaculate timing.

This is my own invention.

- Oh, I recognize that guy.

- Do you?

Tonight's gonna be the test.

And if I get this right--

- Hannah, what are you doing?

- Well, I still need
a cover for my book,

and Brent suggests that I do
something that only I can make.

- OK, I think I see it now.

- What do you see?

- This is just
a cry for attention.

- Mmm.

- Hannah,
I have been always willing

to give you that attention, but
if you want to continue playing,

you have to admit
something first.

- What's that?
- Oh, I think you know.

- Enlighten me.

- You have feelings for me.

- I think
I'll open your gift now.

- Um, actually, you know what?

I wouldn't worry about that
because I think--

I was gonna return it
and it's just a--

it's--it's--
it's not relevant anymore.

Fuck.

- Hollywood.

- It's beautiful.

Maybe I'll use her
at dinner tonight.

- Don't you think that's gonna
be a little bit messy though?

- Evan, it's not like I'm
actually gonna cut her throat.

- Oh, thank fuck.

- But if I did,
is that what this is for?

Or--what is this?

- It's a drop cloth
for the body, I guess.

- And this is the one
you went with?

- It's a fucking beeswax
sustainable non-permeable top.

Hannah, what more
do you want from me?

- You know what?
It's sweet.

Thank you.
- Cool.

- Would you like
to see the menu?

- Smells enticing.

- Mmm.
This is my starter.

Mmm.
- Mmm.

- It is a messy tomato soup
with chopped spring onions

marinated in a delicious broth.

- Well done.

I'm sure it's great.
It's--I don't--

OK, OK, I'll try some.

- Too late.

- I'm so hungry.

- You'll be fine.

- Where did you even learn
to spike a drink like that?

- My ex-boyfriend, actually.

- When you say ex,

you mean like he's not
in the picture, right?

What's in that one?

- This chicken curry
with basmati rice,

this is my main course,

and I've made something special
on the side.

Allow me to present.

- Oh, my God.
Poppadoms.

Oh, my God.
God, that's good.

Mmm.

- Personally,
I kind of still prefer baking.

Which leads me to--

- Dessert, right?

- Something like that.

- You know, I--
I could lay the table.

I could do the dishes.

Anything you need.

- Oh, Evan.

You've already done so much.

I could never have
done this alone.

So...

what do you think?

- What do I think?
- Mm.

What?

You know what I think?

- Tell me.

- I--I don't see it,
all right?

I--I don't see a killer.

Is that what you're wearing?

- What do you mean?

- I mean, if you were gonna try
and impress me, then--

I mean Blaire--

if you were gonna try
and impress Blaire,

then don't you think
you'd entice her

with a little bit
more than this?

- Hold on.

One minute.

So I was thinking--

- Mm-hmm.

- People are more vulnerable
when they're aroused, right?

- I am--
definitely agree with that.

- And Blaire,
she obviously likes me.

What--what's not to like?

- What do you think?

- Oh, many things.

Are we doing this?
Is this--this real?

- Thanks for believing in me,
Hollywood.

- I mean it--
I mean us.

We doing this?

- Do you wanna see where
you're gonna be stationed?

Are you gonna cooperate, or am
I gonna need to persuade you?

- OK, that's quite tight.

Impressive, really.

- All right.
Everything is all set.

Oh, one more thing.

- What's--what's that now?

- Oh, can't have you
making any noise, can I?

- Uh, there's no need for that.

- No, you'll be able
to hear everything.

- No, I'm OK.
I said I won't say--

no, no, no, I don't want--mm-mm.

Mm-mm.

- Work with me, Hollywood.

- Don't give me that look.

- If you blow this
and we get caught,

you're an accomplice, remember?

It's best that I handle
everything from here on out.

OK?

- Hello.
- Hi.

- Don't I owe you
the housewarming gift.

- Well, I noticed that you like
your houseplants, so I had to.

- Thank you.
- Cool.

- After you.

- Oh, my God, Hannah,
it looks amazing.

- It's too much, isn't it?

- It's perfect.

- Can I get you a drink?

- Oh, yes, please.

It's been such
a stressful week.

- Something red?

- Definitely red.

Um, I'm really proud of this.

I'm hoping to use it
for my cookbook cover,

so that's why I've
got the camera set up.

- Oh.

- Mm.

- You finished your book?

Hannah, that's--
that's amazing.

- Well, I mean, let's see.

The publishers are still
giving me hell for it,

but I feel like
I found the missing piece.

- Which is?

- It's a surprise.

- I love it.

But where--where do you go?

- Oh, no.

Um--

I'm just gonna let the work
speak for itself so--

- But, of course,
the food looks amazing,

but don't you think people
want to see who the Chef is?

- Um, oh.

Um, you left in such
a hurry yesterday,

I didn't get a chance
to show you the pictures.

- Oh, my gosh.
- You want to see them?

- Yes, please.

Oh, wow.

I'm hot.

I mean, it's obviously
your mad skills, too.

- No, you look amazing.

I'd buy these dresses any day.

- Oh, look at that one.

- Mm.
- Look at that one.

- Do you wanna
see my favorites?

- OK.

Oh, my God.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
That's terrible.

- What?
- No.

- Blaire!
- No, no, no.

I--I like this one.

- OK, yeah. No,
you look stunning in this one.

- Oh, my God.

That can't be right.

- No, honestly,
if I wasn't there,

he would have choked to death.

- Oh, lucky him.

- I mean, he's no longer
with us, but, yeah.

- Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that.

- No. No, no, please.
He was toxic and horrible.

Look, it's fine.

- So what happened to him?

- He's--pfft.

Rotting for all I care.

- Reminds me of one of my exes.
- Oh, yeah?

- It started out so well
and then--

forget it.

It's fine.

- No, I mean,
you don't have to share.

The past is the past.

I never look back.

- Well, I try to learn
from each relationship.

Thought she was a keeper,
you know?

Oh, my god.

- But at some point, I had
to come to terms with the fact

that the relationship
was weighing on me.

I just kept trying
to work on it, but it just--

it felt, um--

uh--

- Suffocating.

- Yeah.

But, you know,
then I learned the importance

of boundaries and expressing
your needs and all of that.

And if the needs aren't met,
then--

- Oh, shit.
- Oh, my God.

You know what--
do you have a first aid kit?

- Um, yes, it's in the--the--
the third--third drawer.

The cupboard, next cupboard.
- OK.

What were you doing?

- I--must have slipped
or something.

- Oh, my gosh.
You're such an idiot.

Well, luckily,
it's not that deep.

- Thanks.
- Just push it in there.

- Oof.

- OK.
- Thanks.

- Wow.

Ooh, ooh.

- Are you OK?

- Yeah, I just get a bit woozy
at the sight of blood.

- Oh.

- Yeah.

So where were we?

- I think we were
talking about our exes?

- Oh, God.

Um...

Are you seeing anyone?

- Not at the moment, no.

- What about that guy who
came by yesterday?

- Evan?

I mean, you saw him, right?

- Well, I saw the way he looked
at you like a piece of meat.

- He's just a friend.

Actually, a friend
might be a strong word.

He is completely
obsessed with me.

He won't leave me alone.

He's kind of like a stray cat
that just shows up at my door.

- So why do you
put up with him?

- Oddly,
he's a really good motivator.

- So you're single then?

- I am.

What?

- There's something
on your face.

- I get it?

- No.

Let me help you.

I'm sorry.

- No, it's perfectly OK.

Um--

Ew.

- I'm sorry, not sorry.

- There wasn't anything
in my face, was there?

- No.

- Blaire!

- Oof.

Do you have a number
for a midwife?

Because the food baby
coming along real quick.

- Oh.

Why don't you just
take your pants off?

- Oh, you'd like that,
wouldn't you?

I mean, I wouldn't object.

Oh.
- Wow, OK.

- Oh, that's so much better.

- Yeah, no, get--get--
get comfortable.

Mm.

More wine?

- Yeah. Sure.

Why not?

- Hey.

- I--I have, um--

I've never met anyone like you,
Blaire.

Uh--

I don't want to--

I-I-I don't mean to--

I--I just--

When people get too close
to me, I cut them off.

- Listen.

Nothing has to happen.

We don't have
to force anything, OK?

We can--we can take a step back
if that's what you want.

- Sorry.

Oh, this is not how I thought
this night was gonna go.

Um--

I feel really bad because
you've already drunk the wine.

So I'm gonna have
to deal with that.

That's fine.
I'll figure it out.

Dessert.

Would you like some dessert
in the meantime?

- Oh, listen, I could get going.

- No. Nonsense, nonsense.

I still need you to see
this dinner through.

- Yes, yes.

- If you're still up for that.

- Mm, yeah.

I'm still--

still woozy from
seeing all that blood, actually.

Wow.

Looks amazing.

- I didn't ruin the evening,
did I?

- Oh, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

Dinner was great.

It was really amazing.

And if your book is anything
as good as this,

it's gonna be something
really special.

- Are you gonna--

sorry, um--

Do you--

- Hannah, don't!

- Oh, my god.

- Evan.

- Just--

Did you fucking--

thought I was gonna go to jail.

- Calm down.
I just spiked her drink.

It's not a joke.

Oh, fuck.

- Hey.
- Mm?

- Come here.

- OK.

- She'll wake up tomorrow

thinking that
she drank too much.

- You did to her what you did--

You're psycho.

You're a fucking psycho.

What--what, you--you get
off from embarrassing me now?

Is that your latest kink?

- No.
- No, you locked me in a room.

You--you speak shit about me

and then when you're done
having your fun, you just--

you what, you knock her out?

- Do you mind?

I have to go
and take this picture.

- Don't fucking speak
about that fucking cookbook!

I need some clarity about us!

- Evan, don't do this.

OK?
I know how this ends.

Listen.

You're right.

There's always been something
between us.

Just--I've just been
scared to admit it.

- Hannah.

- What if we just...

slowed down
and took a step back?

We could just--

- I-I'm not going anywhere.

- Evan--
- No.

I'm not going anywhere.

Sorry.

I really am sorry.

- You are?
- Yes.

I'm not...

making you feel like
you're enough.

'Cause you are.

I don't care if you're complete
or successful.

I'll have you as you are.

I love you, Hannah.

And you'll always
be good enough for me.

Now say it back.

- And everything
had finally gone to plan.

Hollywood and Chef...

were alive.

- The final ingredient
to our love story...

An ultimate display of passion.