Elevator interior. In a sly bit of business, Cole clutches Phoebe's purse against his stomach like the whipped loser he is while K'Feebs dizzily fiddles with her hair and bubbles something about offing Phoebe and taking her place. Alyssa's overdoing it with the ditzy intonation, by the way, so that compliment I offered earlier about matching the other actress's speech patterns no longer applies. Cole snarls that K'Feebs can't just kill Phoebe, primarily because he's still in love with her, but also because Phoebe's powers protect her from the sort of lower-level demonic threat K'Feebs represents. Cole pushes the purse into K'Feebs's hands and orders her to the Manor to assume, temporarily, Phoebe's identity. "And stop playing with your hair!" he barks. "Phoebe's more sophisticated than that." The only thing keeping me from snorting up my spleen at that assertion is K'Feebs's chastened, wounded expression. I wonder how many takes that bit of acting took. Cole smears out "to speed things up a little," leaving K'Feebs alone and forlorn.
The Only Hospital In San Francisco. Cole smears into a private room, confirms that the woman in the bed received her injuries in the slow-motion pre-credits fender bender, and places a hand on her forehead. She gasps and chokes as the veins in her neck bulge and tiny bubbles of subtly wicked Waste Land mojo destroy her circulatory system. "Nothing personal," Cole whispers as the woman's lifeless head drops to one side on the pillow.