Nice clear shot of Dupont Circle and Embassy Row and Finley dragging the garbage cans into the street. Dr. Keppler creeps from the bushes. "Are you the sister?" he asks her. "I guess," she answers. "I'm Dr. Keppler," he tells her, "I talked to your brother yesterday." "That's right, he said," Finley responds. "Listen, we need to have a conversation about what's happening with your house here," Dr. Keppler says. "Really," Finley says warily. "I know there's more than just you and your brother living here, I've been counting heads, so far I'm up to five," Dr. Keppler tells her, approaching slowly. "Well, we have people visiting --" Finley starts to say. "If the Sorrensons knew you have five people living here, you'd be out on the street," Dr. Keppler says. "I don't see how that's any of your business," Finley says walking away from him. Dr. Keppler follows her, acting more and more like Chester the Molester, and says, "Look, it's not difficult for me to call the Sorrensons and tell them what's going on here. As their neighbor, I'd feel as though it was my duty --" Finley spins around, "If you take one more step towards me, I'll scream!" Dr. Chester the Molester steps back. "What do you want?" Finley asks him. "A monthly contribution to the good neighbor fund. Say a thousand dollars in exchange for my silence," Dr. Chester the Molester says. "That's blackmail," Finley tells him. "Think of it as rent. Talk to your roommates and let me know tonight. And make sure you get your trash cans off the street by 10 AM," Dr. Chester the Molester says and walks away. Sheesh, he's really obsessive about that trash can thing.