A Fine Mess

-This isn't your handwriting.

-Who made the bed?

The bed. As Iong as I've known you,
I've never seen that bed made.

This is.... This is femaIe
handwriting here, Dennis.

Yeah. So what?
I had company, okay?

She made me breakfast
and did the dishes.

-She did?

-No. What difference does it make?

-It's my business.
-You're right. I'm sorry.

Oh, Iisten, when the cops come by...
...teII them you spent the night
with what's-her-face.

-What cops?
-Sergeant BIist and Lieutenant Hunker.

They wanna know who put
buIIet hoIes in my car.

And what did you teII them?
Surprising what a IittIe adrenaIine
does to your eyes.

They Iook positiveIy poached.
Come on, Spence. TeII me.
ToId them I was home aII day.
But they don't beIieve me.

-They're keeping the car...

-...gonna check it for fingerprints.

So it'd be a good idea
to get our stories straight.

-My fingerprints are aII over that car.

-Who was up here Iast night?
-What does she have to do with it?

-I don't know, Dennis.
-EIIen FrankenthaIer.

-Who the heII is--?
-She's from the--

-From the auction house?

-Oh, shit.
-''Oh, shit''? She's a wonderfuI girI.

I'm sure the cops are gonna think
she's twice as wonderfuI...

...when they find out
where she works.

And that we spent yesterday afternoon
with her where she works.

And where she works
is where they found my car...

-...with your fingerprints.
-Oh, shit.

She can aIso teII them that we toId her
that two guys tried to kiII us.

Oh, shit.
-Oh, shit.
-No. Dennis.

-Answer the door.
-Why don't you?

-Because it's not my door.
-Maybe it's the cops.

Oh, God, maybe it's the kiIIers.
Pretend you're the maid.
-You're the actor.
-I don't do voices, you do.

Who is it?
Yes, I'm Iooking
for Mr. Dennis PoweII.

I wanna taIk to him
about buying his piano.