Single White Female 2: The Psycho Page #3

- Come on back.

You don't play in a band, do you?

No.

- What do you do?

- I'm in P.R.

- Oh, that must be fun.

- Well, most of the time.

But I'll bet you get a whole lot more

satisfaction out of your job.

My mother was a nurse,

so I sort of fell into it.

She always said "There's nothing

more rewarding than helping people."

Wow. This is beautiful.

- How long have you lived here?

- Six years.

It's mostly old people in the building.

You hardly ever see anyone.

It's like I have

the whole place to myself.

I can't believe anyone

would ever leave this place.

- What happened to your roommate?

- New boyfriend's.

When the right man comes along,

it's like old friendships never existed.

She left without paying

last month's rent.

- I'm sorry.

- It's history.

You have a boyfriend?

Not anymore.

I caught him cheating

on me with my roommate...

...in our apartment...

...after she sent me on a fake

business trip out of town.

You work with her?

I have to face her every morning...

...until I get my promotion.

Then I'm gonna fire her.

I would have killed her.

I've thought about that.

But I'm more angry with him.

I just thought there was

something special about him.

That maybe I loved him.

It's so humiliating when

you love someone...

...who sleeps with your roommate.

I'm sorry.

That is way too much information.

- I am so sorry.

- Don't be.

This is your room.

- My room?

- You need an apartment and a friend.

You can move in

whenever you want.

Oh, thank you so much.

I will be the best roommate

you've ever had.

And I promise never to sleep

with your boyfriend...

...no matter how cute he may be.

Be careful.

There goes their tip.

What have you got in here,

a dead body?

I used to move around

when I was a kid.

Everything I ever needed

was in here.

Now, it's mostly filled with junk

I can't bring myself to get rid of.

Was your dad

in the military or something?

I never really knew my dad.

He left before I was born.

So it was just you and your mom?

Until I was 7.

Then she got remarried, and there was

a house full of evil stepsisters.

Something like that.

- It's the third one. Not too far.

- Okay.

Okay. Here we go.

- It'll be safe down here.

- Is this all your stuff?

Yeah. Awful, isn't it?

Please don't tell everybody

what a pack rat I am.

- Yeah.

- Okay, just...

Slip right in...

...on the side.

- Okay.

Why do you have all this stuff?

It's nothing. It's where I keep all the

things I don't want the world to see.

- How's the new place?

- I love it.

Good. Mr. Rifkin wants to

see you in his office ASAP.

I'll be right there.

Nice work on

the restaurant account, ladies.

David Kray signed the paperwork

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