Scene shifts back to Noah and Emma, who pull up next to a dumpster on a dirt area overgrown with weeds. They exit the vehicle and begin looking around the area.

"Where could he be?" Emma asked, confused as to their current location. "His phone stopped right here, huh?" Noah proceeds to dial Dave's number, which results in a ringing sound nearby. They turn their attention towards the dumpster.

"You hear that?" Noah asked.

"Yeah," Emma responds. She lifts the lid off the dumpster and gasps, as she discovers Dave's phone situated on top of all the waste. "Found it!" She becomes angry as Noah comes by her side. "He must've known we were tracking him."

"Well, they outsmarted us," Noah commented. However, his attention is soon drawn towards a male with a green mohawk and piercings smoking outside a building across the street. "Hang on." Emma follows his gaze and gasps upon seeing Duncan.

"Isn't that one of the actors?" Emma asked. Duncan heads inside the building after finishing off his cigarette, which he throws underneath the van.

"Guess they're not so smart after all, huh?" Noah said.

"Guess not," Emma said, triumphantly. "We are nailing this!"

They high five each other before running across the street towards the building in, strangely enough, a crouching position.

"Why are we crouching?" Noah whispered.

"I don't know," Emma replied. "It feels right."


We see them enter a dingy dive bar, which houses a few pool tables, a bar with a couple of speedwells, and a door leading to the back room.

"Oh, it's horrible in here," Emma said, thoroughly disgusted and terrified by her surroundings.

"Yeah, it's sticky," Noah comments as he walks across the hardwood floor that's clearly been doused with old alcohol, gaining a disgruntled grunt out of the guy. "Shoes are shot." He then sees Duncan sitting at a nearby table and immediately turns around to face his wife. "Ooh. There he is. There he is. Don't let him see you. Come on." Emma nods in understanding and they approach the bar. "Sit down right here."

They get themselves seated as Noah calls out to the bartender (Played by ZNBT). "Bartender, sir, can I ask you a question?" The bartender approaches Noah and Emma. "Um… You, um… You didn't happen to see a fellow brought in here, looks a little bit like me, but he's got a little bit of a sharper chin and higher cheekbones?"

"So a better-looking guy?" the bartender asked, gaining a disheveled look from Noah.

"No, well, I wouldn't call it that," he claims.

"I didn't see nothing," the bartender answers before walking away. As he does, Noah and Emma notice something peculiar about his speech pattern.

"Oh, boy," Noah said, believing he may be on to something. "You hear that?"

"Huh. Yeah," Emma says.

"That double negative?" Noah says, clarifying what may've occurred with his speech pattern. "'Didn't see nothing'? It's a little forced, right?"

"Yeah, I think he's in on it," Emma claims, believing she's got what Noah is laying down.

"'Course he is," Noah states.

"Look at those tats," Emma observes. "So fresh, probably fake." Noah nods and then gains an idea.

"Tell you what. Let's give him a test, okay? Let's order a couple of drinks that only a real bartender would know how to make."

"Oh, smart! Yes." Noah then calls for the bartender's attention once more.

"Sir! Excuse me. Hi." The bartender, looking a fair bit annoyed, walks over towards them. "Totally forgot to order drinks."

"Yes, uh…" Emma begins as she tries to come up with a decent drink order. "Could I please have a vodka tonic?" she intonates on that last part a bit too forcefully, looking away awkward towards Noah.

"Well done, honey," Noah says, sarcastically, before turning back towards the bartender to give him his drink order. "I'm gonna have a Harvey Wallbanger. Okay?" The bartender sighs in resignation before walking off. "Appreciate it."

Noah then scoots a bit closer towards his wife and coyly whispers. "Jesus! Did you see that look? Guy doesn't know what's going on."

"Think you stumped him," Emma says, as the two turn to face each other.

"Regional theater hack," Noah says, gaining a laugh out of his wife.

"Well, this is king of fun, isn't it?" Emma said.

"Yeah," Noah agrees. "It's nice to get out of the house. You know, we're not gonna be able to do stuff like this if we have kids."

Emma appears confused by this out-of-the-blue statement from Noah. "What? Why not?"

"Well, I don't know," Noah says. "I was thinking about it. Remember Carrie and Devin? Remember how much time we used to spend with them? Just tons of fun. And then they had those twins. Boom! Off the grid, right? Last time we saw them was their Christmas card with the wonky kids on it."

"Yeah, I love those Christmas cards," Emma claims. "They look so happy."

"But you know what I mean," Noah says. "We don't see them—" He's about to continue, only to be interrupted by the bartender, who returns with their drinks.

"Vodka tonic," he says, placing the drink in front of Emma. "Harvey Wallbanger." He places the drink in front of Noah.

"Appreciate it," Noah said.

"Thank you," Emma said, relieved that the growing tension may be cut down with alcohol.

"Cheers," Noah says, raising his glass before the two proceed to take a sip from them. They set their drinks down as Emma waggles her finger at Noah's drink.

"Did he get it right?" she asked.

Noah looks at the drink, quizzically. "Huh. I do not know. I realized I've never had one of these, but that is a tasty drink. It's kind of tart." Emma appears nonplussed at the fact that he ordered a drink he's never had before, but takes his word about its tastes and decides to take a sip.

At that moment, Lightning emerges from the back room, which immediately grabs Noah's attention. As he's closing the door, Noah manages to catch a glimpse of Dave tied to a chair with a bag over his head.

"Oh! Honey! Honey! It's Dave," Noah calls out, excitedly. "Dave is here. Dave is here. We're about to win this thing!"

They give off a mini celebration, accidentally exposing their position to Lighting, who proceeds to warn his partner about their presence. Emma turns around and sees Lightning pointing at them as he sits down in the booth across from Duncan.

"Oh! No!" Emma whispers, worryingly. "I think he made us."

"So what?" Noah asked, confused. "It's over. What, are they gonna try to stop us? Let's go." He's about to leave when Emma stops him.

"Yeah, probably," Emma said, believing that the game's ending can't be that simple. "But that's why I brought this." She digs around in her purse before pulling out Dave's pistol.

"Jesus Christ, honey!" Noah yells out, scared by the sudden presence of a gun and the fact that his wife is holding said gun. "Where did you get a gun?"

"No, no, that's the fake gun from Dave's fight," Emma clarifies.

"Oh, yeah," Noah said, now remembering where she procured the weapon. He continues staring at the weapon, intrigued about something. "Boy, that looks real."

"Yeah, well, you know… Dave never spares any expense."

"Yeah, that's true," Noah agrees.

"Okay. Follow my lead," Emma said, confidently.

"Why? What are you doing?" Noah asked before getting a kiss on the lips from Emma, somewhat blindsiding him.

Emma then spins around and points the gun at the thugs, yelling at the top of her lungs in a serious demeanor. "Any of you fucking pricks move, and I'll execute every motherfucking last one of you!" Noah, who appears both frightened and aroused by his wife's show of confidence, points at her with excitement.

"Very nice, honey," Noah comments. "Pulp Fiction, anybody? Right? It's a classic. We love films."

She lines the two thugs and the bartender up whilst still keeping the gun pointed right at them.

"Okay, what the fuck is this shit?" Duncan asked.

"Well, you're gonna hand over the keys 'cause we're gonna take my brother," Noah said.

"Bullshit," Lightning chimed in.

"Oh! You know what's bullshit is your ugly face and small brain," Emma says, gaining an offended look from Lightning and a nervous look from Noah.

"Uh-uh. No, that's personal," Noah told her. "Come on, honey, let's just keep it fun."

"All right, I'm sorry I called your brain small, you little bitch!" Emma said, gaining another look from Noah and Lightning.

"Well, that's, again, you know… Let the gun do the talking. Come on."

"Okay," Emma said, alternating between the trio to show that she means business. She then begins giving out demands. "On your knees. Hands in the air. Heads on the ground. Eyes closed."

"That's it. Get them up, reach for it." The thugs and bartender are forced to comply, considering the circumstances. "There we go."

"Hands up! That's right," Emma said.

"Get them up!" Noah tells them. The thugs and bartender appear to be having trouble due to Emma's rapid-fire demands.

"Yo, where's my head go?" Duncan asked.

"On the floor," Emma told him, angrily.

"Just rest it," Noah demands.

"How am I supposed to put my hands in the air with my head on the ground?" the bartender asked.

"Fucking exactly," Duncan agreed.

"I did have the same question," Noah said, commenting that the guy has a good point. Emma sighs in annoyance.

"Child's pose?" she asks the group. "Do you guys know child's pose?"

"Fuck is a child's pose, man?" Lightning asked.

"You've never done yoga?" Emma asked in astonishment. "Okay, wow." She scoffs before handing Noah the gun and demonstrating what she means. "Cover me."

"Show them, baby," Noah tells his wife, encouragingly. "Here she comes."

"Alright, arms out," Emma instructs the trio. "Knees apart if you have back problems." The trio begrudgingly complies with her instructions. "And if you're doing it right, you're really gonna feel that lumber opening up back there."

From the floor, Lightning looks up and glares at Noah, incredulous at the stupidity of Noah and Emma's stick up. "Let's put your head down," Noah tells them. "Come on. I don't wanna have to use this. Okay?" He shows off the gun and chuckles, believing they still have the upper hand.


We return to the study at Dave's estate where we see Ryan stacking furniture into a tower in order to reach the skylight. He momentarily stops and looks towards Stephanie.

"Can't you just tell me who it was?" Ryan asked.

"I know you, Ryan," Stephanie says, calmly. "If I tell you, you'll just obsess about it even more."

"Okay, fine. How about this? If I guess it right, you tell me."

"Fine," Stephanie agrees.

"Was it an actor?" Ryan asked as he began climbing the tower, worrying Stephanie.

"Yes. That tower is unstable."

"I'm not stable!" he says, angrily, before continuing. "Was he over 40?

"Yes. Be careful," Stephanie said, grabbing to furniture, worried for her husband's safety.

"Okay. American?"

"Yes." Ryan slowly turns his head towards her, believing he has the answer.

"It's Dustin Hoffman," he says, gaining a confused and disgusted look from Stephanie.

"What? Ew. No." Ryan continues to go through the other American actors that would fit the bill.

"Jamie? Was it Jamie? Jamie Foxx?" he inquires.

"It wasn't, unfortunately," she replies, somewhat disappointedly. However, Ryan appears relieved when he hears this.

"Thank God," he says, sighing in relief. He then refocuses his efforts on climbing the furniture tower, managing to stand on top and reach the skylight.

"Um… Be careful," he wife calls out to him. He unhooks the latch and opens the skylight.

"Oh! Sweet freedom," he says to her, gaining a smile from Stephanie.

"Oh, my God!" she says, amazed, prompting a laugh out of the two.

"You see, this dumbass thought he can keep us locked in here," Ryan said, referring to Geoff and his unscrupulous actions. "But guess what? You can't lock us in here! You see, hate put us in here!"

"Okay, baby," Stephanie said, trying to cut Ryan to short of his tirade.

"But love is gonna bust us out!" Ryan continued. He probably would've gone further, except the furniture tower soon gives way to his weight, tumbling over. Ryan screams as he falls off the top and falls into the door. Fortunately, the force breaks the lock off the door and knocks the console table down. Unfortunately, Ryan ends up in a lot of pain, prompting Stephanie to come to his aid.

"Oh, my God!" Stephanie says, worriedly. "Ryan! Ryan, are you okay?"

"Baby, I fell down," Ryan said, painfully stating the obvious.