Shane (wincing): Both Helena’s exes. Nasty pieces of work…

Kai (handing her wife a cup of coffee): What are you up to?

Tasha (giggling): Sounds vaguely familiar.

Peggy (wheeling herself out): Here’s my flight itinerary, Detective. (Looking at her family) what did you do now?

Kai (pushing Lisa to a chair): Nothing. And no one’s going anywhere…

Tasha (trying not to laugh; nudging Alice): Take notes dear…

Alice (shoving her playfully; accidentally knocking her into Shane and Carmen): Sorry…

Shane (teasing): You’re going to be sorry.

Lisa (looking at Peggy’s flight itinerary, the small cord and the small chain): Shit (grabbing her cell phone.) Fuck…

Kai (shock): What’s up?

Lisa (dialing a number): I need a list of all flights coming into LAX. No just national. Eliminate international. Thanks. (Closing her phone) Tina you said your family was originally from where?

Tina (thinking): I was born in North Carolina, moved to Georgia, then went to New York and then landed here.

Lisa (apologetically): I think I may have something. Might be nothing. Ms. Porter do you still have a copy of the contract agreement between you and Ms. Wentworth.

Bette (shifting): Yeah in the safe upstairs.

Kit (protectively): What are you getting at?

Kai (doing the math): You may have had two uninvited guests here that night.

Alice (not catching on): Who?

Everyone started asking questions at once until Peggy interrupted.

Peggy (softly): I think Ms. Wentworth was here that night along with one or two other people. And if we’re right we can bag a couple of birds with one net.

Lisa (nodding): Very good Ms. Peabody. Kai, did you get what you need?

 Kai (nodding): Yeah, you bonehead, listen to me the next time (punching her in the shoulder.) Ms Porter if you could retrieve those documents I’ll take bonehead out of your hair.

Bette (chuckling): Sure. Just come with me so you get the right ones.

Alice (teasing): See, baby aren’t you glad we don’t work together…
Shane (pouring another cup of coffee): Although we can change that…

Helena (biting her lip): That thought alone is frightening.

Tina (sitting down; rubbing her arms): Shit…

Kit (rubbing her back): What’s the matter?