Ryan was in the pool house trying to watch a movie when Seth walked in.
Seth: Ryan, Halo for old times sakes? You know you want to.
In fact Ryan did not want to play but at the same time he didn't want to refuse.
Ryan: Sure Seth I feel liking winning today.
Ten minutes later he did just that: win
Seth waited for the post win gloating stare, which never came.
Ryan: Good game Seth. I was planning on watching a movie if you're interested.
Seth: No thanks man, I think I'm gonna call Summer.
He leaves the pool house taking a worried glance back at Ryan
Kitchen
Sandy: I told you that it wouldn't work
Kirsten: Nothing we seem to do is working
Seth: I guess for the first time since I've known Ryan I feel like I don't know him at all. And if we don't who does?
Sandy: I don't know, but if this person exists I hope he or she knocks on our door sooner than later.
Just then the phone rings.
Sandy: That works too.
He answers the phone.
Sandy: Cohen Residence, may I know whose calling?
Bar where Ryan used to work.
Looking around she wrinkled her nose in disgust at the strong smell of alcohol and smoke in the bar. She briefly wondered why Ryan had chosen to work here, while making her way toward the bartender.
Bartender: Can I help you?
Mystery Girl: Yes I'm looking for Ryan Atwood. I was told he works here.
Bartender: Not anymore sweetheart. He packed up and moved back home
MG: To the Cohens?
Bartender: Yes, you know he comes back sometimes to watch a fight. Shame he doesn't fight anymore himself. I can tell him that you've come if you leave a name.
She leaves wordlessly from the bar.
Her apartment
Fighting. So he got involved in some sort of underground fight club. She reached for her phone to call the Cohen house.
Sandy: Cohen Residence, may I know whose calling?
MG: Hi Mr. Cohen, it's me again.
Sandy: …Hi Theresa
Theresa: I heard he was living with you guys again. Is it ok if I come by to see him soon?
Sandy: It's perfectly ok now. As a matter of fact we were just talking about you. Why don't you come bye tomorrow?