As Jane and Henry make out on the terrace, Danielle watches from inside. Gavin sidles up and asks Danielle if she's there with a date, but no, she's single and bitter. Although she does have a date tomorrow, so obviously she's going to sell her soul for a man. Gavin mentions a restaurant in the Flatiron she should go to, and says he'll call the maitre d' to set her up. "Never hurts to stack the deck," he says. They clink glasses and drink.
Jane and Henry's place. There's a trail of clothes to the bed, because these two just cannot stop fucking. (Although I cannot blame them.) Jane says she thinks she left some clothes in the dryer and that there's a thief in the building (they keep saying it exactly that way, over and over, like they're trying to speak it into existence. It's weird), so she goes down to the laundry room in her undercrackers. That doesn't seem smart, Jane. She sees a door where there wasn't a door just a day ago. DUDE. RUN AWAY. Instead she opens the door and walks into an apartment. She walks farther into the apartment, which is decorated in mid-century Mad Men chic, while "I Only Have Eyes for You," by the Flamingos, plays on the record player. And someone is dead on the floor in the bedroom. Abruptly, the corpse's head snaps up, looking straight at her, and Jane wakes up in her bed next to Henry. But the clothes she went downstairs for are in the laundry basket next to the bed.
The next morning, Henry wakes up late. He's rushing around with his toothbrush in his mouth, looking for his black socks. He tells Jane he invited the Dorans to dinner the next night, because it's not like they can afford to take them out. She's all freaked out about cooking for billionaires, which seems reasonable, because that calls for more than a stroganoff in the Crock-Pot, no? (Although the America's Test Kitchen recipe for beef stroganoff in the slow cooker is amazing and I highly recommend it. I would totally serve it to billionaires. Well... Midwestern ones, at least. Warren Buffett seems like he appreciates a good stroganoff.)
At the front desk, Tony is on the phone again with someone about the elevators. I guess people in fancy-ass buildings are more concerned about having to take the stairs than the possibility that the elevator will try to murder them. Jane asks Tony if he's heard about a murder taking place in the building. He's only heard of a few suicides and a bunch of accidents. That seems creepier, even in a ninety-year-old building with a couple hundred residents. The exterminator is here. He... looks like he works with bugs, all right. In the Barlows' apartment, Jane looks in the giant hole in the wall and finds more birds. The exterminator says it's the biggest nesting murmuration he's ever seen in a building. Apparently that's the collective noun for starlings. They're making my skin crawl. He patches the hole and says sure, he can kill them all.