Now, we're shown a yellow Sedan driving into the parking lot of a strip mall. Once they've come to a stop, we see Geoff and Bridgette exiting the car.
"There it is," Bridgette says, taking note of the Murder Mystery place entitled, 'Murder We Wrote', situated at the end of the strip mall.
"Yes, I'm so glad I invited you tonight, bra!" Geoff said, pumped up as he comes to Bridgette's side, gaining a laugh out of her.
"Yeah, me, too," Bridgette says in agreement.
"I usually bring these girls I wanna sleep with, and they just suck!" Geoff explains. "You're like a breath of fresh air."
"Aw, thanks," she said, touched. "I usually go out with men I find interesting and non-stupid, so this is a bit new for me, too." She continues walking but Geoff stops and looks at her with conviction when she makes this comment.
"Whoa!" Geoff said, taken aback. "Are we cool? Did I say something wrong?"
Bridgette turns back around to face him and shakes her head. "No." She then goes into further detail as to what she meant. "No, I mean I was wondering why you asked me along tonight, and now I know you just needed a ringer, so…"
Geoff, realizing what happened, looks uncomfortable. "Oh, did you… You thought this was a date? I didn't…"
Bridgette laughs upon hearing this remark. "No, actually. Well, I was hoping it wasn't."
However, Geoff notices something peculiar. "Then why are you wearing lipstick?"
"I'm not," Bridgette claims, though Geoff manages to see through her little white lie.
"Yeah, you are," Geoff replies, walking towards her while smiling. He reaches out to touch her mouth, causing her to flinch.
"What are you… You can't touch a girl's mouth," she tells him, angrily.
"Why? Are you scared I'm gonna smear your lipstick-" He tries to touch her mouth again, only to be bitten, causing him to recoil his hand in pain. "Oh, my God! You bit me!"
"Yeah, and I'll bite you again," she says, turning back around to walk towards the Murder Mystery place.
Geoff, noticing a red smudge on his finger, smiles and holds it up. "There's lipstick on here," he claims as he follows her.
"Oh, shut up!" she tells him. However, she soon brings her hand to her mouth, trying to conceal the fact that she was indeed wearing lipstick.
"I see you wiping off that date lipstick," Geoff called out, triumphantly. Bridgette sighs in annoyance.
We then see them enter 'Murder We Wrote' where they find themselves in a reception area. The space holds a few desks and a few props and mannequins, setting the already creepy mood.
"Ow!" Geoff says as they enter while he holds onto his finger. "That really hurt a little bit." They begin looking around, but find no one in the vicinity.
"Hello?" Bridgette called out.
"Hello?" Geoff said, following her example, knocking on the counter.
They walk further into the reception area when they notice the top of a person's head resting beyond the backrest of a swivel chair facing away from them.
"Um, excuse me?" Bridgette asks the person. However, they don't appear to acknowledge Bridgette and Geoff's presence. Bridgette gestures towards Geoff, prompting him to hesitantly approach the individual.
"Um… hello?" he calls out once more. When they don't respond, he timorously reaches out and spins the chair around. Once he does, they find a woman with black hair with dyed teal streaks sitting back with her eyes close and a large bullet wound in her forehead. Geoff jumps back in fear while Bridgette clings to Geoff and gasps in terror.
"Oh, oh! Oh, shit!" Bridgette said, frightened.
Suddenly, the woman's pop open and she screams, scaring the living daylights out of Geoff and Bridgette.
"Holy shit!" Geoff screams, as he, Bridgette, and the woman begin trading off screams of fear. "God!"
"Come on!" Bridgette yelled out, clutching her chest to make sure her heart's still beating. "Bloody hell!" After a moment, everyone calms down.
"Phew!" the woman said, breathing a sigh of relief as she clutches her pregnant stomach. "You guys scared me so bad. What are you doing?"
"What the fuck is that?" Bridgette asked, pointing to her head to indicate the woman's wound.
The woman reaches up to touch and understands why they jumped in fear. "Oh. Well, I just came from a six-hour murder mystery where I played the corpse," she explains. "I must've dozed off before I had a chance to clean up."
"Well, you scared the shit out of us," Bridgette told her, still trying to get back onto solid ground.
"Really? Thank you," the woman said, taking this statement as a compliment. "Actually that means a lot 'cause I do my own makeup."
"What kind of party has a pregnant corpse?" Geoff asks.
"No, I'm actually pregnant," she says. "This isn't part of it. This is just…"
"Oh!" They both say in understanding.
"Congrats," Geoff tells her.
"Thank you," she said. They chuckle as Geoff and Bridgette get seated across from her.
"Um, we want you to give us the final clue to the murder mystery David DeSanto ordered," Geoff tells her.
"Oh, my gosh," the woman said, surprised. "But that would ruin the fun."
"We don't want the fun," Bridgette tells her. "We just wanna win." However, the woman still appears unmoved by this.
"Yeah, I can't do that," she tells them.
Bridgette sighs before eyeing Geoff and nodding towards the woman. Geoff, seeing where this is going, reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. He opens it up and slides some cash across the table. "This change your mind?" he asks as he slowly slides the money towards the woman. The woman looks down to see a $10 bill.
Now knowing that they're trying to pay her off, she smiles and politely declines. "No," she replies, bluntly.
Geoff decides to go even higher and pulls out another piece of money, with Bridgette attempting to dissuade him from doing so. However, he continues with it, gaining an eyeroll from Bridgette. "What about this?" he asks the woman again as he slides another bill towards her, even slower than before.
The woman looks unimpressed as he slides the money next to the $10 bill, revealing it to be a $5 bill. She eyes the $5 bill with a sigh. Bridgette and the woman know that this isn't going anywhere, but Geoff doesn't falter. "You drive a hard bargain. Okay. Let's take it up a notch." Geoff digs another bill out of his wallet and repeats the process, while the woman looks incredulously at Bridgette, who leans back in her chair and throws up her hands with a shrug.
He soon finishes sliding the $1 bill next to the other bills, gaining a small head shake from the woman. Geoff, still not relenting, looks for another bill while Bridgette just looks like she's done with it all. "I was hoping I wasn't gonna have to dig this deep, but okay." He pulls out another bill and slams it onto the table. "Final offer." He slowly inches it across the tabletop, revealing it to be another single. He continues sliding it until Bridgette, having had enough of this, angrily calls her out.
"You know what? It doesn't matter how slowly you slide it over!" she tells him. "Okay? It's $17!" She turns towards the woman. "How much do you want?"
The woman thinks for a moment. "Um, I don't know. Probably $100."
"Give her $100," Bridgette tells Geoff.
"I don't have a hundred," Geoff says to her, softly.
"How much have you got?" she asks him.
He pauses for a moment before discreetly telling her the amount of money he has on him. "$17."
"$17?" she says, incredulous, before angrily digging into her purse for her wallet while the woman watches. "You brought $17 out?" Bridgette sighs and rolls her eyes as she pays the woman herself.
"Nice!" Geoff says.
"Thank you!" the woman says as she picks up the $100 bill.
"Cool," Geoff says as he attempts to grab his $17 dollars, only for all of his money to be taken by the woman. "Oh. So you're just gonna keep it." He nods in understanding. "I got you."
Back at the house, we find Agent Sanders leaning against the table, groaning as she rubs her mouth in pain. She notices Ryan and Stephanie approaching and holds her hand up.
"Stay back," she yells at them, but they approach her anyway.
"Hey, buddy, can you just give us the answer to the second riddle, 'cause we're way behind," Stephanie asks, politely.
"Don't you get it?" she asks them before pointing towards the door. "That was not supposed to happen."
At that moment, two men in jumpsuits and clown masks bust in holding guns, gaining surprised and confused looks from Ryan and Stephanie.
"Oh, what now?" Stephanie asked as the two mooks points their weapons at the two. "You guys already did the breaking-in thing."
"Shut up! And get on the floor, all of you!" One of the men barks out. However, the other guy turns and sees Sanders on the floor, redirecting everyone's attention.
"Whoa!" he says as he and the other guy remove their masks. "Nicole, you okay?"
"No, Cody, I'm not okay," Sanders tells him, angrily. "Two guys came in here and attacked me." Ryan and Stephanie simultaneously gain a look of realization upon hearing this.
"Oh, my God," Cody says in astonishment.
"I know!" Sanders says, angered. "And I quit Disney Cruises for this bullshit."
Back at the Murder Mystery place, we see Geoff and Bridgette overlooking the final clue, which Geoff proceeds to read out loud.
'Look in your jacket pocket'?" Geoff says in confusion. "We can check, but that doesn't make any sense. I'm not wearing a jacket." Bridgette begins rummaging around through her jacket pockets, hoping she may find something. She then gets an idea.
"Maybe it means, like a book jacket," Bridgette said.
"Why would a book have a jacket?" Geoff asked, causing Bridgette to pinch the bridge of her nose, aggrieved, gaining a smile from the woman, due to the fact that without the other clues, they're stumped.
However, the moment is interrupted when the phone rings and the woman answers.
"Murder We Wrote," she says.
"Gwen, it's Harold," one of the mooks says on the other end. "Something terrible has happened."
"What?" Gwen said, worried.
"Cody and I showed up for the takeaway," he explains.
We cut back to the house where we see Sanders with an ice pack to her forehead while Harold goes into further detail.
"And Nicole had been attacked."
We return to 'Murder We Wrote' where Gwen seems particularly worried by this new development.
"Where? At the David DeSanto house?" she asks. Upon hearing this, Bridgette and Geoff turn away from the final clue and look towards Gwen.
"Huh?" Bridgette asks.
"What?" Geoff asks.
Gwen, realizing that this isn't a joke, proceeds to put the phone on speaker. "Is everyone okay?" she asks.
"No, no. I'm not okay, Gwen!" Sanders says on the other end.
We return to the household where we see Harold and Cody further tending to Sanders as Ryan and Stephanie watch on.
"I have a throbbing headache, and they took the host!" Ryan and Stephanie appear fearful of this new development.
"Who took him?" Gwen asks.
"Kidnappers!" Sanders yells out. "Real ones! Dangerous fucking criminals!"
We return to 'Murder We Wrote' where we see Bridgette, Geoff, and Gwen all share apprehensive looks, now realizing that this is no longer a game.