Ally finishes feeling Dallas's legs for his phone, she comes up to continue dancing with him.

"Hi." said Ally

"Hi. You know, you're the first chick over thirty to give me a boner."

"Great. Great."

"Wanna go get a drink?"

"Okay. Yeah." Ally looks at Austin as she leaves with Dallas. Austin continues dancing then sees Gethard dancing towards him.

"Could you go flirt with her again?" Austin asked him. "She's more into you than that bastard."

Dallas sat in a quite corner of the club with Ally next to him. "It's the only reason girls hit on me I think, you know?"

"Oh, sorry. Yeah."

"Cause every night the hottest chicks they come in here, they're like, there's Dallas. Short skirts, too much makeup, just looking like fucking Gremlins, right?"

"Oh, I hate that." She goes to grab his phone, which is on the table next to him, but he grabs her hand.

"Don't...don't feed 'em after midnight, right?"

"Yeah."

"Turn into more sluts."

Austin is at the bar keeping an eye on Ally and Dallas from a distance, she turns to the bartender. "Give me a whiskey?"

Back to Ally and Dallas, she points to a statue behind them. "I just noticed that lion, that lion. It's just, that..."

"Fuck. Who the fuck keeps putting lions in the back?"

The bartender pours Austin a drink. "Fourteen dollars."

"Fourteen dollars? Is it magic fucking whiskey? Do I get a motorcycle with it? Is it gonna be served with Jesus's shoe?"

"Can I sit on your lap?" Ally asked Dallas.

"Obviously."

"Okay. Alright." Ally sit on his lap.

"Yeah. I like where this is going."

"Me too, me too."

Austin turns from the bar and sees Ally sitting on Dallas. He angrily starts walking towards them.

"My nephew knows Seal. I'm trying to get Seal to come up in here."

"Oh, I would love to..." Ally starts to grab Dallas's phone from the table.

"I'm having a big foam party..."

"Yeah..." At that moment Austin walks up to them acting drunk. "Hey! Hey!" He trips on the table in front of her causing a distraction.

"So sorry." said Ally. Ally quickly grabs Dallas's phone and swaps the card inside the phone. "I'm so sorry"

"Drunk, fuck." Dallas called Austin. "Get out of here, guys."

"He hold his liquor like a five year old. I'm so sorry." Ally goes to help Austin and he picks her up on his back.

"Sorry." He circles around himself with Ally on his back. "I'm a pony!"

"Sorry. Sorry."

"Get him the fuck out of here." commanded Dallas. "Yeah, take him home."

"Okay, pony. Let's go." said Ally.

"Hey, I gotta drive the school bus tomorrow." said Austin. "It's my shift, it's my shift." Ally starts dragging Austin away.

"I didn't get your number." Dallas told Ally.

"I'll find you. I'll find you." Ally said. Ally and Austin leave the club and drive off. They drive away from the club a van starts following them.

"Oh, pretty nice, right?" laughed Austin.

"I have to say that was pretty awesome." said Ally.

"It really was bad. Put her there." Austin raises his hand for a high five, but Ally doesn't realize what she has to do.

"Put her there."

"Yeah. No, put her...put her there." Ally gives her hand to Austin and shakes it.

"Don't do that."

"What?"

"You just make it odd. I'm trying so hard not to lash out at you and you make it really fucking impossible."

Ally notices in the rear view mirror that they are being followed by the van, she quickly takes a turn and speeds up the car.

"What was that about?" asked Austin.

"We got company."

"Oh, shit." Austin takes out his gun.

"Hold on, I can lose them."

"Do you want me to take the wheel?"

"No, I was a precision driver at Quantico. They thought I was the instructor, I was that good." She tries to lose the van but they keep following them. "Shoot!"

"Lose 'em!"

"What do you think I'm trying to do?" Austin tries to take over the wheel. "Stop it, stop it! I got it!" Ally manages to get away from the van following them. "And that...that is how you lose a tail."

"Nicely done."

"Yes."

"I'm surprised." At that moment they notice the van following behind them again. "Our friends are back. I got it, I got it, I got it. Tag out." Austin starts getting out of his car seat.

"What are you doing?"

"I'll show you how you stop a tail."

"What are you doing? Just tell me what you're doing."

"Watch out!" Suddenly Austin puts her foot on the break making the van crash into them.

Austin and Ally quickly get out of the car and point their guns at the drivers of the van who have also got out their van and raised their weapons.

"FBI! Drop your weapon!" Ally notices the driver of the van. "Oh, my God!"

"What the hell is that?" asked Austin.

"I don't know."

An albino man pointing his gun at them shouted, "Special Agent Dez, DEA. Drop it!"

"No, seriously, what the fuck are you?" asked Austin.

"What are you, fucking deaf? I just told you! DEA! Drop your fucking gun! Now!"

The both of them lowered their guns. "I'm very sorry about earlier. I just thought you were an assassin, because of your...weapon." Ally apologized.

"And because you look evil as shit." added Austin.

"Yeah, I get it." Alright? I'm an albino, so I look like a bad guy. Right?"

"No, no. That's not..." Ally assured him.

"Yeah, yeah." answered Austin

"That's not what we were..."

"Yeah, well I'm DEA." said Dez. "Let me tell you something, two months we've been sitting on that club and then you two come in here one night like a couple of fucking amateurs and you almost blow the whole thing!"

"Alright. Obviously you have no idea who you're speaking with. I'm Federal Agent Ally Dawson, I..."

"Yes, I'm sure your credentials are quite impressive, as is your choice of wardrobe there. Nice hot pants, you might wanna try shaving above the knee next time." She looks over at his partner, Rose, who's chuckling.

Ally looks down in embarrassment which makes Austin tell Dez off. "Are you giving beauty tips, Casper? Do you own a fucking mirror?"

"Listen to me, alright? This whole 'female professionals in the workplace thing', man, I'm fine with it, alright? But here's the problem, with all due respect, with you people, is that you get all excited, you let your emotions take over, your hormones kick in, you're ridin' the cotton pony. The next thing you know, your complimenting the bad guy on his fucking couch!"

"Oh, with all due respect to you, who's your wife? A five pound bag of flour with a hole in it?"

"Hey, hey, hey!" interrupted Rosie. "Hey, listen, guys, we've been cramped inside this van for two months. Alright? And we're not gonna let you swoop in from out of nowhere and take all the credit."

"I don't wanna see you two anywhere near this case. We have got informants everywhere, we've got surveillance everywhere. We do not need the two of you coming in with your oestrogen, flying at full speed, sticking out in the middle of broad daylight fucking things up for us! Cause the two of us are gonna bring these guys in!"

While he talks, Austin notices the surveillance footage from the van and sees Nelson hanging out with Dallas and Trent, he starts walking away.

"Fuck you, snowballs!" Austin insulted him.

"Not even on your Birthday, Justin Bieber."

Ally also notices the surveillance footage and realizes why Austin is walking away.

"That's right, keep walking." Dez told Austin.

"This isn't over. Okay?" Ally wants them. She start walking away, then turns back. "FYI, women were...we were born with hair on our legs."

"Yeah." said Dez.

Ally drives Austin to his apartment. "You don't have to stop." He said. Austin goes to open the car door as Ally is still driving.

"No. What are you doing? Woh, woh, woh, woh, woh, woh!" Ally manages to stop Austin and pull over the car. "Okay, do you wanna tell me what was wrong back there?"

"Nothing."

"I saw your face when you were looking at the footage. It looked like you saw someone you knew. Possibly your brother?"

"You did not read that from my fucking face. You read my file, didn't you? God, you're an asshole!"

"Okay. Yes, I read your file. But it is my job to know everything about a case, including who I work with."

"I don't like that."

"We should talk to him tomorrow."

"Where is he?"

"Probably at my parents."

"Well then, let's go to your parents."

"I can't...no. I can't go to my parents."

"Why?"

"I'm the one that put him in jail."

"Okay, never mind."

"It's not like I liked doing it. You know, he got mixed up with a lot of really bad people and then he started...he started using that shit. And I just had to get him out of there. He's my little brother. He was still in high school during that and…my family hates me for putting him in jail."

"You know, ironically a lot of people become addicted when they're in prison. I think it's like, eight...eighty five percent of the inmates require treatment."

"I hate you."

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry." Austin opens the car door and starts getting out. "But you know, I actually wasn't finished. I was gonna say..." Austin shuts the car door and starts walking away.

"Why can't you just be quite?" Ally says to herself.