(Mike is pacing in his cell when Susan comes up to him.) Mike: They told me somebody was coming, but I did not expect it to be you. Susan: Is Edie getting you a good lawyer? Mike: I doubt it. She dumped me today. Susan: What? Why? Mike: Well, I was arrested for murder. Susan: Still, it's tacky. Well, okay then, uh...I'll help you get out. Uh, what's your bail? Mike: A million dollars. Susan: Oh. Mike: You don't have to help me, Susan. Susan: I want to. Mike: Aren't you gonna ask? Susan: What? Mike: If I killed that woman? Susan: I don't have to. I know you didn't. Mike: I wish I was that sure. I, I have these flashes, where I see her face, so I must've known her. And if I did, maybe something happened. Maybe I got angry, maybe... Susan: There is an explanation for this, and we're gonna figure it out. Don't worry about a thing. (She strokes his hand through the bars of his cell.)
(Edie and Mike talk through the bars of his cell.) Mike: I'm gonna need a good lawyer. And that may take a little research. Edie: Uh huh. Mike: And whoever takes my case will need a retainer. So if you don't mind, I promise I'll pay you back. Edie: Oh, okay. Mike: And make sure he knows about my wrench. Apparently, they tested it and found traces of Monique's blood. What's wrong? Edie: I don't know if you picked up on this, Mike, but...I haven't been happy. Mike: No, I didn't pick up on it. Edie: Well, I wanted to tell you this weeks ago, and I wish that I had, because now I know you're gonna think that I'm breaking up with you over this whole blood on the ax thing. Mike: Wrench. Edie: Whatever. But believe me, that's not it. It's just...we are moving too fast. Mike: What are you trying to say? Edie: Well, maybe we should just take a break. You know, date other people. Mike: You're telling me this on the day I'm put in a men's prison? Edie: Well, I said the timing was bad. I am sorry. I, I really am. I just can't do this.