It’s far from the model of calm efficiency that Wrench would like to project, but maybe it’s not altogether a bad thing to let the woman think he’s far from an accomplished killer. She has the right idea with the knife, but he’s not thinking about the sounds made by a series of percussive gunshots in this quiet little neighborhood. In the moments following the brutal scene, Wrench is wondering why the hell the salesman took so long to go down, and what they’re going to do about the stain on the carpet.

If his new wife has similar concerns, she’s doing a good job of not making them known. He steps forward when she hitches her arms under the body’s shoulders and brings the crumpled man off the carpet, but her single-word command has him following her gesture towards the door and back again. Wrench looks bobbleheaded. Is he this far off his game? Did he really expect this strange place would be the only part of his life that violence wouldn’t touch?

The bell buzzes again - not that he hears it - followed by the insistent rapping of knuckles against wood. Why would they answer? His new wife is lugging the body out of the living room and towards the back door and Wrench isn’t sure what to do but follow her lead, so he answers.

Before he can make sense of what’s gone on, a woman breezes past and beelines toward the living room like she knows what’s just taken place. Wrench tries to step around and block her path, but she sidesteps him quickly.