Up in the penthouse, Olivia purrs that Jane seems nice, and she's beautiful. "I like her spirit," she tells Gavin. "She's how we get Henry," he says. They're about a millimeter away from verging over from sinister into hilariously campy.
Brian walks back into the Leonards' apartment. His wife is on the phone. She seems to be a photographer or something. She asks Brian if he'll go out and get the things on her list, and he says he wasn't planning on going out. She's all, do my bidding, minion. That looks like a health marriage. He tells her he met the new managers, and then sits down to work on his play on his laptop -- all he's written is the title, his name, and "Act One." From the window at his desk, he can see into some lady's apartment across the street, and now he's watching that lady undress after yoga. Those chunky-knit shawl collars always disguise the pervs.
Down in the parking garage, Jane and Henry unload the last stuff from their Volvo. She goes over to their storage locker and when she slams the door there's a creepy man standing behind it. He says he didn't mean to scare her and starts shambling off like an extra from the "Thriller" video, but Jane insists on introducing herself and holds her hand out to shake. "John Barlow," he says, showing his hand, which is covered in blood. (He also looks like a cheap Xerox of Matthew Modine.) "Excuse me, I cut my hand," he says, and runs off.
Jane and Henry discuss John's bloody hand while they make the bed. Then they forget all about him and start making out. Meanwhile, John Barlow is out-out-damn-spotting his hand, which won't stop bleeding. "Please forgive me!" he says.
Gavin tells Jane his lawyer is drawing up their contracts. He says there are some ongoing building-maintenance issues he wants to discuss with her, like the "temperamental" elevators, sixty-year-old gas boiler, and a couple of floors that need renovations. Jane offers her help. Mrs. Leonard gets off the elevator and introduces herself to Jane as Louise, then invites her and Henry over for drinks. In the elevator, Gavin says, "It's a friendly building." She mentions John Barlow. "Eight-B," Gavin says. He's an accountant and his wife, Mary, died recently. I'm sure that's not suspicious.
In the penthouse, Olivia compliments Jane's necklace and says the Crawfords canceled on her and Gavin, so she invites Jane and Henry to join them Saturday night at a cocktail party and performance for patrons of the symphony. Jane accepts, even though, as she tells Henry on the phone later, she has $11 in her checking account and nothing to wear to a black-tie event. That is what calling your friends is for, lady.