The next morning, thinking someone's broken into her apartment, Ally takes out her gun and as she looks around she finds Austin in the living room reading her yearbook.

"What the F?!" shrieked Ally.

"These are cloth, they're nice." Austin said about her curtains.

"I could have shot you!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you not like someone invading your privacy?"

"Oh, come on. I...I glanced at your file. You broke into my home!"

"I care about who I'm working with too. And it's a little uncomfortable that you feel the need to travel with trophies."

"Okay, well, it's not what you think. They moved me up here, they rented this apartment, and...and this is all my stuff."

"These four shitty sad boxes? This is it? This is your life?"

"Yes."

"Oh, God. That couldn't be any sadder if you threw it all in the trash bag and started dragging it behind you."

"Oh, my word. You use coffee filters for toilet paper at your house."

"I'm buying them anyway, they have a dual purpose."

"It's not what they're for."

"Yeah, real fancy pants. I see it. I see it in here." He was looking at Ally's yearbook. "It looks like you were pretty cool in high school, huh?"

"Yes. Yes. I was, but..."

Austin turns the book around and shows her Ally's photo in the book. "Because you weren't." He points to Ally's photo, where she's wearing glasses and braces. "You know what that girl's not? That girl's not cool. Pretty hilarious. My favorite part is you only have two signatures, both by teachers. Mrs. Burk said, 'Have a good summer.' That's a personal touch. And then my real favorite is this one, 'It'll get better.'"

"Yes. Fine."

"Okay, now we're even."

"Okay."

He points to the photo of Ally holding her old neighbor's cat. "I see you have a cat."

"Yep."

"Is he around, cause I kind of like to, you know, pet him and stuff."

"He...ran away, uh, when I was in New York."

"Oh, God. That kind of tears me up."

"Yeah, it was um...it was a loss."

"Your cat got one look at your shitty life and said, 'no fucking thanks, man. I am out of here.'"

"I'm still kind of just grieving a little bit about it."

"That fucking tabby is an asshole, that's what he is." He's looking at the photo of the cat. "Fuck you. Fuck you. That's what I say to that cat. Goddammit." Austin rises from the couch, walks over to Ally and suddenly hugs her. "Such a shitty, shitty, low life. I mean, you can't even keep a cat." As Austin is holding onto Ally, he starts patting her hard on the back.

"You know, that hurts a little bit."

"That's just the grief."

"No, it's not the grief. Just the pounding a little bit, just..." Austin let's go of her. "Oh, alright. Well, don't be a dick about it."

"Thank you for that."

"Alright. Let's hit the road, okay?"

"Yeah. I gotta change."

"What's the matter with your pant suit?"

"It's...it's pajamas."

"Well, excuse the shit out of me. I didn't realize you slept in a fucking tux. Go ahead, get your top hat."

Austin and Ally drive over to the Moon family house where the family is gathered to celebrate Nelson release from prison.

"Praying to god," mumbled Austin.

They walked in to find the entire family in the kitchen arguing. It was his father, Mike; his sister, Rydel; his brothers, Rocky, Ratliff, and Riker; Rocky's girlfriend, Beth; and Riker's girlfriend, Gina.

"Oh, great, this asshole." said Ratliff.

"Alright, shut up." said Austin. "Hi, Pop."

"Hey, Bud," said Mike.

"Ah, well, well, well." said Riker. "Look who it is? Yeah, the rat's back in the house."

"Nice." moaned Austin.

"What, did you come back to arrest somebody else? Hey, you know I saw Ma throw a diet coke in the garbage the other day, she didn't even recycle it. Dad here, he's splicing cable off the neighbors next door."

"Hey, come on now, Riker," said Mike.

"Maybe you should start fingerprinting 'em, huh? That'd be a good call and maybe get yourself some stripes. Rocky over here, how many songs you downloaded illegally off the internet? Five thousand?"

"Ten, twenty thousand!" said Rocky.

"Twenty thousand! Ratliff stole a laptop from his work the other day."

"Stole?" said Ratliff. "I fucking work there for six weeks, I deserve to fucking take it."

"Exactly, no health insurance, that balances out. But not you, you're probably calling the fucking SWAT team, won't you?"

"Oh, actually, he could, cause these are horrible examples." Ally interrupted.

Austin's mother walks into the dining room carrying a platter of food. "Here come the nuggies!"

"Alright, here we go." breathed Austin.

Once she notices Austin, Mimi drops the food platter onto the dinning table. "What kind of an animal throws his own brother in jail?"

"This kind of animal. Right here." Rydel pointed to Austin.

"Shut up." said Austin. "Shut up. How about keeps him from killing himself? I was the only one that got him off the street, none of you fucks did."

"You should never arrest your family," Gina said.

"Who the fuck are you?" Austin demanded.

"That's Gina!" Rocky said.

"Well, tell Gina I'm gonna strangle her at the table!"

"Hey, she is my best friend! You touch her, you gotta go through me first." said Beth.

"Who the fuck are you?! I'll kill you and kill her with your fucking dead body!"

"Okay, everybody calm down." Mike interrupted. "Austin's right. This one has no business chiming in on a family matter."

"This one?" shrieked Rocky. "Why are you talking about my girlfriend like that?!"

"She wears sweatpants to your mother's dinner, that's why!"

"Those are her classy sweatpants, they don't say 'insert here' on the ass." said Beth.

"Her ass is hanging out!" yelled Rydel. "Look at her breasts at the table!" They all start talking at the same time and arguing as Ally and Austin watch.

Nelson walks in and says to Austin, "Welcome home."

"Hey." Austin said.

"Are you here to arrest me?"

"I hope not."

Nelson looks at Ally. "You selling bibles?"

"No, she's Ally. Let's go, let's go. We need to talk. Go." Austin grabs a chair for Ally. "Sit down."

Austin walks out of the room with Nelson, Ally sits down at the table looking uncomfortable as the Mooms continue to argue.

"Okay. Enough, enough." shouted Mike.

Everyone stops talking and turns to look at Ally, she then points to a painting. "Uh, that is...that's one of the, uh...better Jesus sports themed paintings I've seen. That's very good. Nice."

Austin takes his brother to the kitchen. "What are you doing at Club Ekko?"

"What are you, my mother? Were you following me? How do you know I was there?"

"Cause I know everything, that's why. Are you already working for those guys again?"

"No. No. This guy, Trent, he sent for me because he wants me to start working for him. But I told him no, I'm getting a straight job. It's fine. Everybody is cool now, we parted amicably."

Back in the dinning room, Ratliff asks Ally, "Are you a knock?"

"I'm sorry?" answered Ally.

"Are you a knock?"

She could not understand because of his strong accent. "A knock? I'm sorry, I don't know what that is."

"A knock." said Gina.

"A knock." said Ratliff. "Am I speaking fucking Japanese?"

"Yeah, listen to him." said Riker.

"I'm gonna sound it out for you. Are you, or are you not, a knock? A fucking knock?! Like Johnny Depp in 21 Jump Street?"

"Ah! I see, I see. Okay, a narc." said Ally.

"A narc, yes!"

"Yes."

"What are you...what was I saying?"

"I was missing the R when you were saying...I heard knock. But apparently..."

"He said, he said, narc!" yelled Rydel.

"I said fucking narc, right?" said Ratliff.

"Why are you wearing a long sleeve flannel? It's hot out." Austin asked Nelson.

"Yeah, I'm a little fluey. It's nothing." Austin goes to grab his arm to look at it but Jason takes hold of his hand.

"Want me to break that thumb?"

"Please! No, no!"

"Want me to break that thumb?!"

"Mercy. Mercy. Mercy."

"Just show me that arm." Austin pulls his sleeve up and sees that his arm is covered in cigarette burns. "Oh, my god."

"It looks worse than it is, it's not a big deal. This guy Trent, you know, they don't want me to stop working, they like me."

"Then tell me where I can find Trent right now?"

"No, just stay out of it, Austin. They're fucking maniacs, they'll chop you up, or gun you down or worse."

"Nelson, tell me what you fucking know?

"I don't know anything." Austin suddenly grabs hold of Nelsonn's skin through his shirt, making him yell out in pain. "Okay!"

"I'll rip it out!"

"Tilly Thompson. Okay? You know Tilly Thompson?"

"Of course I know Tilly Thompson."

"She was gonna steal this huge shipment they got coming in, so the popped her. She's in the trunk of her Caddy under the bridge."

"I want you to stay in this house. If I catch you out of this house, I'm gonna hurt you worse than them."

"What are you?" Rocky asked Ally. "What are you doing here? What are you doing?"

"I'm a Federal Agent. I'm a special agent, I work..." She answered.

"Special like retarded?" asked Gina.

"Well, we don't use that word, we say, 'special needs'. But I...I have a very high IQ."

"Are you a boy or a girl?" asked Beth.

"It's a fair question." added Gina.

"Uh, I'm...I'm female." answered Ally.

"No kidding?" said Rydel.

"All woman."

"From the get go?" asked Riker.

"Uh..."

"No operation?"

"Um...from birth, yes." Through the window, Ally sees Austin walking to the car.

"How do you get that close a shave on your face?" asked Beth.

"I need to go, but I'll be back to, um..." said Ally.

"Nice knowing you." said Mike.

"Uh...thank you."