Skeet opens the medicine cabinet in the bathroom to…get…something, I guess, and when he closes it again, he sees, reflected in the mirror, a redhead with bleeding wounds all over her face. "See what you did?" she hisses, and Skeet's understandably freaked out and yells, "Okay, I'll put the seat down!" Or…well, most likely not.
In the kitchen, Rebecca's fiddling with the gas on the stove and swearing. Skeet appears to have shaken off the terror of seeing a bloody ghost in the bathroom mirror as he walks in and asks what's wrong. She says she thinks there's something wrong with the gas, as the house is freezing and the stove isn't working. Handyman Skeet asks where the gas shut-off valve is, and Rebecca says, "In the cellar, I think," instead of, "In the cellar, of course, where it is IN EVERY HOUSE."
Skeet wanders down into the murky, cobwebby basement, which apparently doesn't have a light, so he uses a flashlight. The first thing he sees is a collection of dusty ice picks, ice tongs, ice hooks -- but no ice cube trays, no Ice Cube -- on a table. He finds the gas shutoff valve and turns it, and yells up at Rebecca to see if the gas is working now. He yells a couple of times, as he gets no response. Then he turns around. Maybe it's because of a noise, but I can't tell if that noise was supposed to be in the basement or just part of the soundtrack. Whatever the reason, his attention is drawn to a splotch of bright red paint -- er, I mean, "blood" -- on the wall. And he does what anyone would do: he places his palm right on it. He closes his eyes while this gibbering starts up, then opens his eyes again and shuts the flashlight off. But there's a lingering light effect in his eyes, which was kinda subtle and cool.
Since he forgot to get Rebecca anything for Valentine's Day, he brings an ice pick upstairs with him. And also, he can make endless I Know What You Did Last Summer jokes! He drags the pick along the counter, which makes Rebecca smile instead of freaking out that she's not going to get her damage deposit back. "What the hell is that?" she says, and Skeet says he doesn't know, but jokes that maybe it belongs to one of her boyfriends. "The guy who used to live here was some kind of iceman," says Rebecca, whatever "some kind of" means. He probably got his dairy products from some kind of milkman. She figures that was one of his tools, and it must be that kind of sharp observation that's serving her in good stead in her chosen profession as a writer. For some reason, Skeet glares at her, only she doesn't seem to notice. His cell phone rings, and he moves into the living room to answer, all the while still giving Rebecca the stink-eye (with her not noticing). It's Evelyn. "What?" he snaps at her. "It's Evvy!" she says brightly. "You said that already!" he snaps, like maybe he's upset at the roaming charges he's going to get stuck with. "Paul?" she says, uncertainly, and he mimics her: "Paul?" At some point, maybe Evelyn clues in that something might be wrong, as when Paul says, "She's screwing the iceman!" which is the only time you'll hear the line of dialogue in any movie or television show made after the 1920s (other than in the upcoming X-Men 3: Ice, Ice Baby). Then he says, "I have an idea, Evvy. Why don't you go mind your own --" and we cut back to Evelyn, so I guess we're supposed to think he finished with "fucking business." Evelyn hangs up, and chews on her fingernail thoughtfully. And sexily! Keel asks if that was Paul. Yep. "Is everything okay?" "I don't think so," she says, having no doubt put her skills as a cop to good use to deduce that all is not well in the mind of Skeet.