David Hunter asks Kelly to come to his office.  He asks her what she thinks she is playing at.  "I've found out the sort of questions you've been asking...what we do with left over food.  Anyone would think we hashed it up and served it up again." accuses David.  "Oh so you've been spying on me have you!" says Kelly angrily.  "I wish I'd never given you permission to come here!" shouts David.  "You...you..pompous stuffed up shirt!  I wish I'd never set foot in this Motel.  You make me sick!" shouts Kelly.  She goes to the door and opening it, walks out.  David follows her but stops at the partly closed door.  "You can go if you want.  We don't need your third rate publicity here" shouts David.  Kelly stops in her tracks, turns and angrily pushes the door open with all her force.  She hears a thud from inside the office and as the door rebounds open she sees David Hunter standing there with his hand over his left eye.  

 

Sandy gives Jane some time off to go to Amy's home, but on her return Jane tells him that Amy isn't at home. 

 

David orders something to reduce the swelling of his black eye.  Avis Tenneson takes a silver dome-shaped platter into the office and puts the dish down on David's desk.  David swivels around in his chair to face away from her.  Avis leaves and David turns back to the desk.  he lifts the lif from the platter to reveal a very bloody steak.  He bangs down the lid. 

 

The following morning Avis takes a breakfast tray in the sitting room.  David walks into the room carrying a newspaper and sporting a black eye.  Sandy and Avis stare at him.  David sits down and brings the paper up to cover his face.  "Is that mine?" he asks, referring to the breakfast on the tray.  "Yes," stutters Avis.  "Is it hot?" asks David.  "It was," says Avis.  David ruffles his newspaper and Avis makes a quick exit.  "A door hit me last night," David tells Sandy from behind his newspaper.  "Oh really.  Then we'll have to remove these doors that get in the way," says Sandy.