Park Ave. Catherine has unplugged the landline. Jump to...
Guyliner's hotel room. The Martins' phone is still ringing on his end. He looks again at the picture of Catherine, grabs his jacket and rushes out the door.
Park Ave. Bridget is visibly woozy. Since Juliet's been gone a while, she wants to check on her. Catherine says the girl probably just went for coffee. Bridget says she'd feel better if she checked. When she rises to her feet, she loses her balance. Her vision blurs. When Cattie asks if she's okay, Bridget writes off everything as a head rush based on a stressful week. She's makes her way to the next room, and finds a purse. Her vision is still blurry, so what I think is happening is that Bridget mistakes the purse for her own, and is looking for her own phone. She finds a phone all right, but it's Deadcicle's phone. Deadcicle's phone is in Catherine's purse, of course. She recognizes the phone and puts everything together, but since Catherine put so many tranquilizers in her tea, Bridget can no longer stand. As she falls to her knees, Catherine comes in the room and asks if she found what she's looking for. Bridget mumbles, "It's you," before she fully collapses on the floor. The phone slides out of her hand and under some furniture. I don't think Catherine sees it. She's too busy sprinkling the spent tranquilizer shells all over Bridget's head. Bridget's eyes are still open, but she's losing consciousness when we cut to the title card. Grrr Argh.
Dashiell Hammett: I haven't laughed so much over anything since the hogs ate my kid brother.
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