Gavin comes in and Jane leaves. Gavin and Olivia cuddle and Gavin tells Olivia to stop blaming herself for Sasha’s death because it was an accident.
Jane comes home and mauls Henry. He tells her about his possible new job and that they are going out that night with Brian and Louise.
Jane lies down on the bed of doom and looks up at the air vent through which she hears creepy music. She gets up to look through it, which, last time she did that she found all those nasty birds. Will she ever learn? Of course she uses this as yet another excuse to go down to the basement. The DOOR is now DRIPPING IN BLOOD.
That is not the shade I picked out
She sees a little girl – the little girl from before – who tells her “it’s bad in there.” That would certainly be enough to send me on my way – forever – but Jane’s all like “what’s bad, possible ghost girl?” Right then Gavin sneaks up on her because he found the original blueprints she had asked for. She looks back at the door and of course there is no blood. If I had a dime every time that happened to me… I would be flat broke. She asks Gavin to wait for her because sometimes buildings can be a little creepy. Gavin says he knows what she means.
Jane, Henry, Brian and Louise go out dancing. Louise says she used to be a club kid but Brian rescued her with his brilliant writing. Turns out that Brian actually did write a play that actually made it to Broadway. Oh, ok. So he is legit. But still, he spends way too much time lolling around the apartment doing nothing for my taste. Jane says she’s glad they can all hang out since Bri and Louise are planning on leaving. This is news to Louise, who is all WTF? Brian tries to change the subject by bringing up that Henry told him Jane thinks the Drake is haunted. But Louise won’t let it go and says they are not leaving the Drake since they have no reason to move. All of a sudden, who should show up “randomly,” but Alexis. Brian is not pleased.
Not-So-Lowly Annie is alone in her apartment with a bottle of champagne and a laptop. She makes up a totally awesome story about Kandinsky being a torturer, while a man who looks suspiciously like the guy she’s describing walks through the lobby and onto the elevator. Uh-oh! Now he is at her door with the very “murder kit” she just described. She hears a noise and goes to the door, looks out the peephole and realizes she is in deep shit. She runs, but he breaks down the door. She tries to climb out the bathroom window but he catches her and drags her off. She frantically tries to call 911 on her cell, but the call doesn’t go through. Fuckin’ AT&T.