The Intruder Page #2

What do you think of

the famous Badge?

I'm not sure. I haven't quite

figured her out yet.

Don't worry, you will.

Oh, God, I feel so lousy.

- Why don't you stay with us tonight?

- No.

I'll find my way.

I'll get home somehow.

You'll do as you're told.

I usually do.

Daisy's staying with us tonight.

Oh, yeah? Just don't snore.

Wise guy.

Interesting, isn't it?

- It's from the Congo?

- That's right.

I think it looks kind of nasty.

Yeah, it does.

It's one of the most powerful

pieces of African art.

I kind of like it.

Borrow it for a while.

You could use some more art.

Well that's very kind, but...

He's a hunter, Catherine.

He hunts wrongdoers

and people who cause

sickness and unhappiness.

He'll protect you.

Then we'll take him.

Interesting how he was made for

practical reasons and now he's art.

Who's that?

Let's go to bed.

Don't rush me.

Waiting makes it more exciting.

We'll wake Daisy.

So? We'll wake Daisy.

What do you say

we give her a reason

to be very, very...

jealous. Come here.

Daisy.

I'm sorry

- we woke you.

- Woke me?

Bout three in the morning.

Catherine, I slept

like a baby all night

soon as my head hit the pillow.

I was so out of it.

What's with you and Charlie?

Don't you like him?

He's not really my type.

I thought he would be your type.

I know he doesn't care

about money, but...

he did make millions

inventing a computer game.

Yeah, well he's still got a chip

for a brain.

Daisy, I meant

to ask you something.

Go ahead.

It's about Nick and Stella.

What was she really like?

Oh, God, Catherine, don't ask me.

I mean I hardly knew her.

Ask Nick.

No, Nick won't talk about her.

Charlie's lived upstairs forever,

I mean,

he knew her as well as anyone.

He said that she and Nick

had problems.

But I guess you already knew that.

He said that she used to disappear

for days on end.

- They had fights?

- I guess.

He said Nick was fascinated with her

because she was secretive.

But what does a guy with

a chip for a brain know, right?

I'll get it on my way out.

I'm gonna go.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, I can't eat.

- Okay.

- Thank you.

Bye, sweetie.

I'll talk to you later.

Where do you want this?

I don't really want it.

Well, sorry, you gotta take it.

Orders from the prima donna

downstairs.

Okay, you can put it here.

Mrs. Girard.

You don't wanna tangle with her.

The whole inventory's locked in.

It's finished.

- It's great to have an assistant.

- It's great to be working again.

- I'm so pleased.

- Why did you offer me this job?

I thought you'd be good at.

You've got the background

and now you'll get the experience.

Right, Nick told me...

Nick suggested it to you.

Come on, Catherine. Nick said

you wanted something to do.

And a bit about your background

in the art world.

- Don't be so touchy.

- Yeah, I'm sorry.

I wanted to ask you...

you saw something the other night,

- didn't you?

- Saw something?

At your party, in the mirror.

When you dropped that glass.

I thought you saw her too.

Her?

The woman.

The only woman I saw was you.

Nick?

Nick, you back?

Rosebud, it's you.

God, you scared me!

Badge was right.

You are delicious.

Wait a minute,

I want to show you something.

Can't it wait?

Who do you think did it?

Who would do a thing like this?

The power just dropped.

You seem nervous.

Is it the work?

No, I love working with you.

It's so much more

involving than the gallery

back in Paris.

I'm glad.

I know you well enough now

to ask you

from woman to woman.

Is everthing all right

with you and Nick?

Yeah. Everything's fine.

I'm just uneasy

about living in this building,

that's all.

Go on.

The truth is I feel like

a kind of intruder.

No.

I think you belong here.

Rosebud.

Down.

Good morning.

- You know what time it is?

- It's Sunday time.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

A dream.

Have you ever thought

of us moving?

No, why?

Well, after what happened here

to Stella...

I've managed to put all of that

behind us,

where it belongs.

Now good, bad or indifferent

this place is a part of me

and that's why I love it.

I like it because

it goes with you.

I'd never lived in a loft before.

It's so open, but...

it's just sometimes I get

the feeling of being watched.

That's marriage.

No, you know about marriage.

It's new to me.

Living with someone.

First and last someone,

I hope.

What did Stella look like?

Was she beautiful?

She was very attractive.

But she was a completely

different person from you.

She always seemed to be living

on the edge.

It was a difficult relationship.

How did she die?

Hasn't Nick told you?

He doesn't want to talk about it.

He must have said something.

Yeah.

He said it was some kind of

a break-in.

Stella put up a fight...

and she was shot.

Nick was in L.A.

If he'd been here,

he's sure she'd still be alive

today.

What happened, Badge?

Tell me.

It was the first freezing

cold night of the year.

Stella called maintenance

complaining about the electricity.

Maybe she let whoever it was in

thinking it was the maintenance man.

No one's sure.

The same guy as now?

Garnett.

Yeah, he's been working here

for years.

He's pretty weird.

Could it have been him?

I don't think so.

He found her body

and called the police.

God.

Stella tried to defend herself.

She was holding

a large pair of scissors.

Everyone here in the building

was questioned, of course.

The gun was never found.

It's still a mystery.

It leaves kind of an unpleasant

feeling in the building.

Yeah, it sure does.

Still a building is just a place

where things happen,

like a theater or a studio.

It's just a show.

I've been thinking about moving.

What does Nick think?

He likes it here.

He doesn't want to move.

Good.

I don't want you to go.

Rosebud?

Rosebud?

Rosebud?

I've never left water

in the tub.

- Ever in my life.

- Maybe you just forgot.

No way.

Someone filled the tub.

I had a shower this morning,

so it was not me.

You know, if you like,

we can get another cat.

I don't want another.

Why are you getting angry

with me?

You know maybe those migraines

are starting to affect your memory.

There's nothing

wrong with me, Nick.

I just want you to be well.

I am well!

Nick.

Before me, us...

was there someone...

was there a woman who had

a key to this place?

What other woman?

What are you talking about?

Someone after Stella.

Of course not, why?

Someone was in here today.

- Catherine, I can't deal with this.

- Deal with what?

The only woman to ever have a key

to this apartment was Stella.

Stella's dead.

Someone has a key to this place

- now.

- What the hell's a matter with you?

I didn't fill the tub with water!

Neither did I.

Well somebody did.

Then who left this?

I found this on the counter.

You can see,

it's not my lipstick.

So who's is it?

How should I know?

Badge?

- Badge?

- Badge,

Daisy... she was here.

Why are you making such

a big deal out of this?

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