In Ryan's minivan, the group begins contemplating their next move now that they have the information needed to obtain their objective.
Ryan sighs from the tenseness of the situation. "So, how are we supposed to get this egg out of Chris McLean's house?" he asks while looking in the rearview mirror.
"I don't know. I'm gonna figure it out," Noah said. At that moment, he gets a call and pulls his phone out of his pocket to see who it is. "'Unknown Caller'," he says to the group, worriedly. "Please don't be MacArthur." He answers it and puts it on speaker for everyone to hear. "Hello?"
"We have your brother," a heavy distorted voice says on the other end of the line. Everyone becomes startled upon hearing this, prompting a hasty response from Noah.
"Um… Okay. Uh, we know where the egg is, and we're actually on our way there right now," he says, attempting to reason with the individual. "We can do a swap, okay? Please don't hurt Dave."
"Meet us on the East 4th Street bridge at midnight," the voice tells him. "If you're late, he dies."
"Oh, my God," Emma said, fearful.
Noah cranes his neck to look at the time on the dashboard, causing him to inhale sharply. "Boy, that's less than an hour from now," he says. When he doesn't get a response, he sees that the individual has hung up on him. "Hello?"
"What's up with this guy's voice?" Geoff asked. "He sounds like a monster."
"He's using a voice changer, Geoff," Bridgette explains to him.
"He still sounds like a scary monster," Geoff whispers to her in confidence.
Eventually, the van slows down and pulls up opposite a large, gated mansion.
"And we are here," Ryan says as the van comes to a stop. The group overlooks the house in astonishment.
Geoff gives a light nod. "This seems right."
"You think he's overcompensating for something?" Ryan chuckles lightly, gaining a look from his wife.
"All right," Noah says to the group as he begins unbuckling his seatbelt. "You guys head home, and I will call as soon as I get the egg, all right?" He's about to exit the vehicle when Emma stops him.
"What? Wait a second. Wait. I'm going with you," she tells him, firmly.
"No, Emma. It could be very, very dangerous in there, okay?" Noah says. "And listen, Dave shouldn't have dragged any of us into this, but he is my brother, and it's up to me to fix it."
"No, bullshit! We're all in this together!" Geoff argues, with everyone else voicing their arguments until Emma shuts them all up.
"No, no, no. Noah is right. You guys should go home," she tells them before turning back towards her husband. "but you and I are doing this."
Noah attempts to argue further when Ryan chimes in with his counterpoint. "Okay, what happens if you guys don't make it out?"
"We don't come to game night because dying to play charades and shit," Stephanie tells them, sincerely. "We come because we love you guys."
"Honestly, this is best part of our week," Ryan comments.
"Mine, too," Geoff agrees. "And I have a lot of options on the weekend." Bridgette rolls her eyes upon hearing this.
"Wow. You guys…" Emma begins, nearly breaking down.
"Thank you. That's very nice," Noah said, smiling.
"Aw, good friends," Bridgette chimes in, causing Noah to return to his serious demeanor.
"You should probably go, though, right?" Noah asked, turning to face her. "I mean, you don't even know us."
"Yeah, why are you still here?" Stephanie asked, confused.
"Oh, I don't know. I just got caught up in it," Bridgette admits. "Also, if I go home now, and then I read in the newspaper tomorrow that you all died, I'll just… I'll feel like shit, so I'm gonna stick around."
"You still read the newspaper?" Geoff asked, causing Bridgette to look at him, nonplussed.
"That's what you got from that?" she asked.
"How are we gonna get into this place?" Stephanie asked, drawing the group's attention back towards the mansion.
Conveniently, the gates open for an exiting sports car, and Ryan quickly puts the pedal to the metal and drives inside the estate as the other car drives away.
The group, having exited the vehicle, creep up towards the porch, with Noah peering in through the window. Inside, he sees a lavish spread sitting upon a dining table with caterers dressed in black loading trays of food and drink.
"Looks like they got a party going on," Noah said. "This could be good."
The group enter the vicinity and cross through the foyer, glancing around the vast, luxuriously furnished room.
"Where is everybody?" Ryan asks, taking note of the fact that the space in front of them is completely vacant despite the exquisite spread located in the other room.
A caterer passes by the group and Geoff proceeds to take a glass of champagne from her tray. As they continue glancing around, they hear noises coming from downstairs and begin cautiously heading in that direction.
As they make their way downstairs, the noises intensify, revealing themselves to be the sounds of people cheering like their football fans who've won season passes to the Super Bowl. As Noah peers around the corner, he meets a sight that practically causes his jaw to hit the floor.
"No way!" Noah says in disbelief.
On a lower level of the house, dozens of formally dressed men and women surround two shirtless, muscular men fighting each other. The group watches the spectacle in astonishment, bewilderment, and disturb, all while a sly smile creeps up on Geoff's face.
"It's some kind of rich guy's fight club," Bridgette says.
"I knew it," Geoff said, beaming with a huge grin plastered on his face. "They are real."
The group continues watching as the two men rain vicious, bare-fisted blows on each other, blood dripping from their faces and onto their rippling torsos, as the onlookers continue to cheer them on. Ryan winces and Stephanie covers her mouth in horror. One of the men, a muscular, dark-skinned male with a bald head, grabs the other in a fierce headlock, then drops his limp body to the floor.
After this, Chris McLean emerges from the crowd, holding the victor's fist in the air.
"That's my Chef!" he loudly proclaims to the screaming spectators. "That's my Chef!" The group continues to watch, still disturbed by everything they're witnessing.
"Man, this some Django Unchained bullshit," Ryan says.
"Water!" McLean yells out to someone offscreen, who proceeds to give him a water bottle, which he proceeds to pour into Chef's mouth. "That's my boy!"
"Rich people are fucked up!" Geoff says.
"Chet, get Rodney ready!" McLean yells to someone offscreen before turning towards the onlookers. "Okay, minimum buy in is now 10 grand." He returns towards the crowd as a tall, muscular individual with messy, red hair enters the ring opposite Chef.
While they're preparing for the next fight, Emma turns and faces the others. "Okay, I think we should split up," she whispers.
"Yeah. And let's start upstairs," Noah tells the group. "Anybody finds the egg, just text the others, okay? And for God's sake, be careful with it. All right?"
"Got you. I got it," Geoff said, nodding while keeping his eyes glued on the ring.
The group begin making their way upstairs to search for the egg. However, Geoff heads towards the fight, which Bridgette notices, prompting her to grab his arm and pull him back.
"What are you… What are you doing?" she asked.
"Who says the egg isn't in here?" he says. "Also, I have a really good feeling about Rodney." Bridgette looks worriedly, but Geoff remains adamant.
We then turn our attention towards Ryan and Stephanie, who turn a corner and enter an extravagantly decorated bedroom.
"Wow!" Stephanie says in astonishment. "This is some bedroom."
"Does it remind you of your celebrity boyfriend's?" Ryan asked as they begin their search for the egg on opposite sides of the room.
"Are you still on this?" Stephanie asked, fairly peeved.
"Yes, I'm still on this, Stephanie," Ryan said, angrily. "That's all I can think about. And that's saying a lot, considering we got Eyes Wide Fight Club going on downstairs."
"Why is this so important to you?" Stephanie asked, rounding the bed, and coming towards her husband's side.
"Because…" He pauses for a moment before continuing to vent his grievances. "Stephanie, look, I am losing my here. Okay? We were broken up at the time. I got a hand job from Jennifer Pertsch, so you had you had every right to. So why not just tell me?"
Realizing that her husband will not relent, she smiles, conceitedly. "Okay, fine."
A flashback begins, showing a younger Stephanie filling up the gas tank of her car while her present-day self explains the events through voiceover.
"It was 10 years ago," she begins. "I was at a gas station, and I noticed a guy at the next pump." The events play out as she explains them while 'Hold On, We're Going Home' by Drake plays in the background. Past-Stephanie's eyes widen, and we see the person in question typing on his phone while waiting for his gas tank to fill up before he notices her gaze and gives her a charming smile. "It was Jamie Foxx."
Back in the present, Ryan looks at her while holding his chin, nonplussed.
"Hold up," he says, frowning, as he interrupts her story. "It actually was Jamie?"
"Yeah," Stephanie claims, smiling while Ryan looks at her, indignant at her deception.
Back in the flashback, we see Jamie striking up a conversation with Stephanie, though we only see their mouths moving.
"He was really nice," Stephanie explained. "He made some joke about how premium gas is probably the same as regular." We see Past-Stephanie breaking out in laughter as Jamie looks at her with a smile. "I took a chance, and I asked him if he wanted to get drinks. He said yes."
We cut to a fancy nightclub where we see Jamie and Stephanie seated in the VIP section with a bottle of gin, champagne on ice, several champagne glasses, and shot glasses strewn about a silver tray. The duo appears to be having a wonderful evening.
"We both got a little tipsy," Stephanie continued. "I offered to pay for drinks, and he let me, which I thought was pretty cool."
We soon find that they've moved to the dancefloor where they begin partying the night away, laughing and enjoying each other's company, as beams of electric blue and purple surround them.
"We danced for hours."
After that, we find them exiting an elevator at an apartment complex and making their way towards one of the apartments.
"Eventually, we ended up back at his place, and one thing led to another," Stephanie says, finishing off her story as he past self and Jamie enter Apartment #2007 to finish off the evening.
In the present, Ryan looks at his wife in astonishment as a result of this revelation.
"It was just this crazy thing that happened," Stephanie tells him. "And, in a weird way, it made me realize the only person I ever wanna be with is you." She smiles reassuringly. However, Ryan eyes her skeptically and shakes his head.
"Nah," he says. "Nah. I don't believe it."
"Oh, you…" Stephanie begins stammering, irked by the fact that he doesn't buy this explanation despite all they're gone through together throughout the evening. She then begins digging around in her back pocket. "Well, I took a picture with him at the club. I put it in a hidden folder." She takes out her phone and opens up to a picture she took of her and Jamie, which she shows to Ryan, who takes the phone to get a better look at it. "Jamie and Stephanie."
Ryan looks at the photo of Stephanie posing with her date before giving her a look of commiseration. "Yeah, baby, that's not Jamie."
"Yeah, it is," Stephanie said, still smiling conceitedly.
"Mmm. No, it's not," Ryan says, shaking his head. "Dude looks a lot like Jamie, but, uh, it's not him." He shows her the photo so she can get a second glance.
"You're crazy. That's… Look at that, that's Jamie," she asserts.
"Okay, let me ask you this," Ryan says, questioning. "Did he say he was Jamie?"
"Well, no," Stephanie admits, her smug smile disappearing as she began to explain herself. "He tried to introduce himself, and I cut him off because I told him I knew who he was."
Ryan nods, beguiled. "What kind of car did he drive?"
"A BMW." Ryan slightly nods, believing that he'd buy that answer. "Three series." He then gives a sharp groan when she mentions that last part.
"What was his place like?"
"It…" She begins, still slightly annoyed at Ryan's prying questions. "It was a two-bedroom condo." Ryan purses his lips as Stephanie continues. "And he used the, um, spare room as an office." She trails off at that last part upon recalling all the events of that evening, causing her attitude to dissipate along with her smile.
"Do you hear what you're saying right now?" Ryan asks, amused.
"Hold on, let me see," she takes her phone back and looks at the image once more. She zooms in on her date's face, and we discover that there are a few features that give away his true identity… and it's not Jamie Foxx.
"When you zoom in, the nose gives it away, right?" he asks her, chuckling as Stephanie realizes her supercilious behavior is rendered moot upon discovering she slept with a random stranger.
"God damn!" she whispers under her breathe, sheepishly.
Ryan stifles a laugh but decides to comfort his wife. "Look, don't beat yourself up about it, okay? There is some good news." She looks at him, quizzically, before he goes into a Jamie Foxx impression. "If you wanna get with Jamie, he's standing right here!" He laughs heartedly while Stephanie looks at him with an amused smile plastered on her face. "Because the real Jamie ain't got shit on me." They both laugh at this, pleased that their relationship is saved and stronger than ever.