At a convenience store, Emma enters, picks up a few items, and collects her change. "Thank you!" she says to the store clerk as she picks up her receipt. At the moment, her cell phone rings, and she answers. "Hey!"

At Dave's estate, we see Stephanie on the phone with Ryan, Geoff, and Bridgette in the background.

"Oh, thank God," Stephanie said, sounding relieved. "Listen, Emma. It's all real."

"Oh, no, I know," Emma said on the other end.

Back at the convenience store, Emma is rubbing her forehead, perturbed.

"Dave is caught up in something and…" She takes a deep breath before resuming her speech. "Okay, where are you guys?"

At the estate, we see an officer tending to Sanders' wounds as Stephanie continues the call.

"We're all at Dave's. Waiting to talk to the cops."

"No!" Emma said on the other end, frantically. "No, no, no! Do not talk to the cops!"

Upon hearing this, Ryan chimes in. "What? Why? What's going on? Are you guys okay?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"We're fine. We're fine," Emma reassures them. "I shot Noah, but he's fine."

"What?" Stephanie yelled in a hushed tone, exasperated.

"Look. We will meet you back at our house."

"Whatever you do, do not tell the cops anything. Dave's life depends on it."

Emma exits the store and walks down the street towards an alleyway where Noah sits waiting on the hood of the car.

"Hey," Emma calls out to the Noah, stirring him.

"Hi," he said, warily, while clutching a rag to his bullet wound.

"Okay," Emma said, as she inspects the contents of the bag. "I got a bunch of stuff." She sets the bag next to Noah and begins removing items from said bag. "Pocketknife. Tweezers. Sewing kit. Gauze."

"Good, good. All right," Noah said, admiring her work. "Wow, you did great!"

"Yeah," she said, smugly, before pulling out another item. "And they didn't have rubbing alcohol. And they don't sell hard liquor, so I got you this lovely chard."

"Good idea," Noah nods, approvingly. "Way to pivot, yep. Good girl." He then looks towards the bag and begins digging around for more items. "What else did you get, huh? More good stuff?" He notices something peculiar and sees a magazine. "What is helpful in Country Living?"

Emma removes her purse and takes the magazine from Noah. "Oh, that's for later. There's a corn chowder recipe. It looks really good. You love corn chowder, huh?"

"Sweet. I do, yeah," Noah agrees.

"That'll cheer you up."

"Thank you."

Emma then pulls out the final item, which is a rubber hamburger. "Okay. And then a squeaky toy." Noah appears confused by this. "For the mouth."

"For the pain," Noah said, gaining a nod from his wife. "Okay. Well, hopefully I won't need this."

"Okay," Emma said, clapping her hands together, psyching herself out before the whole ordeal takes place. "Let's see this bad boy."

"All right," Noah said, as Emma began carefully removing the rag situated around Noah's wound. "Be careful." Once she's finished unwrapping his makeshift bandages, she inhales sharply at the grizzly site while Noah groans in pain and disgust. "Okay. We're gonna push past it. We're gonna get the bullet out."

"No problem. No problem," Emma claims as she grabs her phone and begins typing on it.

"Honey, can you return the text later?" Noah asked.

"This is instructions on how to remove a bullet," Emma elaborates.

"Oh, sorry," Noah said, sheepishly.

"It's an alt-right militia website, so I'm just gonna ignore the racist stuff." She begins scrolling through her phone as she prepares for the operation. "Okay. 'Step one, sterile gloves'." She grabs a pair of rubber gloves and puts them on. "Check!"

"We're doing the best we can, right?" Noah asked.

"Yeah. We're getting by," Emma reassures him before going back to the instructions. "'Step two'. Um… Okay. 'Disinfect wound'." She grabs the chardonnay bottle and begins unscrewing the top.

"Right, yeah," Noah said, knowing where this is going. "That's gonna sting, isn't it?"

"Yeah, a little bit," Emma said, smiling nervously at her husband.

"Let's do it," Noah said, placing the squeaky toy in his mouth and biting down on it as Emma pours the wine onto his wound. His muffled groans can be heard underneath the squeaking due to the sharp pain shooting up his arm.

"That smarts, huh?" Emma said, cringing, as Noah painfully nods and whimpers. "Yeah." She sets down the wine and goes back to the instructions. "Gonna administer anesthetic." She then realizes she forgot that component. "Oh."

"We don't have that," Noah said, muffled.

"Just gonna skip that one. Okay. 'Step four, apply pressure above the wound'." She proceeds to grab Noah's arm and place it above the inflicted area. "Here, you squeeze that there."

"I got it," Noah said.

"Great. Thank you," Emma said, before grabbing the pocketknife and removing the blade component. "We're just gonna make two tiny incisions…"

"Oh, my God," Noah said, mentally preparing himself for the worst.

"On either side of the wound," Emma continues, nervously pouring wine onto the blade in order to disinfect it. "Easy-peasy. Huh?" She attempts to put on a fake smile and push through it. "This is fun, huh?"

"Are you having fun?" Noah quipped, sarcastically.

"No," Emma admits.

"Let's get the bullet," Noah tells her. "Let's get in there and get it. Nice and small, nice and small, baby."

"Okay. Here we go. Okay. Yeah, yeah. Tiny, teeny."

She slices the blade across the wound, causing Noah to bite down on the toy even harder. She ends up making a really big incision, causing blood to come out in spades, propelling whimpers from Noah until he spits the toy out, accidentally hitting Emma in the face.

"That's not small," Noah says, exasperated. "That's really big!"

"So big?" Emma asked, worriedly.

"Way too big, baby. It's a bullet, not a grapefruit."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry. This is my first time. I don't know…"

"Oh, there's so much blood." He immediately begins to gag upon noticing the severity of the situation, gaining a sick look from Emma.

"No, no. Don't you start doing that. No, you're gonna make…" She begins gagging soon afterwards, resulting in them gagging in between each other's gags. Eventually, Emma manages to pull herself together. "I'm sorry. I'm looking at you, and you're making me…"

"Well, don't look at me. I won't look at it," Noah tells her. "Push through. Let's go."

"Okay. All right, okay."

"No more cutting," he says, serious. "Just get the tweezers and get the bullet out, baby."

"Oh, shit," Emma said upon noticing something. "Shit, shit, shit. Um…"

"What? What happened?" Noah asked.

"Phone went to sleep," she answered.

"You gotta set it so that thing stays on."

"No. My phone doesn't do that," she argues.

"Sure it does," Noah claims. "Same phone as mine. Just change it."

"Just gonna touch it with my nose every 30 seconds. It's fine," she claims, angrily.

"Don't be afraid of your phone. Get in there, go to the settings, go to 'Display' and change the timing so that it doesn't revert to sleep mode," Noah explained.

"Revert?" Emma asked, confused. "What are you, Steve Jobs? I'm not reverting anything. No."

"No, I'm just unafraid of my phone, honey," Noah says, tension rising. "It's so fucking simple."

She immediately silences him by waving her hand in front of his face. "Shh! Quiet. I know what I'm doing, okay?"

"Do you?" Noah asked.

After a moment, Emma turns back towards her phone, confident she can handle the situation. "Yes." She taps her phone screen with her nose before scrolling up.

"Here she goes," Noah comments. "You're like a dolphin."

"All right. This part's gonna hurt," Emma said, gaining a quizzical look from Noah.

"I don't… I don't doubt it."

"Okay, let's do this." She goes in using the tweezers, gaining Noah to gasp in pain. However, as she's prying around, she feels something off and begins tapping them inside the wound. "Ooh… Oh, wait." As she taps, we hear a clicking sound. "What is that? You hear that?"

Noah inhales sharply as he attempts to figure out the noise while cringing in pain. "What's that sound? What's that sound? Is that the bullet?"

Emma looks down into the wound and gasps upon seeing what she's been tapping. "That's bone!"

"What?" Noah asked, starstruck.

"That's not right," Emma said, shaking her head in fear and disgust. She then focuses turns her attention back towards her phone in order to figure out her next move. "Okay. Um, what do the racists say if you can't find the bullet?"

Noah, as he's writhing in agony, observes the wound and sees Emma's 'handiwork'. "Yeah, that's bone. You got the bone. I'm looking at my bone. Look right here."

Emma lifts her head up from her phone. As she does so, she gasps upon seeing a secondary wound on the other side of his arm. She lifts it up so that Noah can get a clear look at it. "Noah, did you get shot twice?"

They stare at the bullet hole on the other side of Noah's forearm. Upon seeing it, Noah's face falls and he sighs in resignation. "That's the exit wound."

"Oh, it came out!" Emma said, she and Noah simultaneously realizing that they went through all that struggle and turmoil for nothing.

"Yup. Nothing to remove," Noah said, stating the obvious. "The bullet has exited the arm."

"Well, let's just sew that sucker up, huh?" Emma asked. She eyes the wound on the underside of Noah's arm, and upon seeing it again, she begins to retch.

"No, no. Honey, don't, don't look at…" Noah attempts to warn her, only for him to begin retching as well.

A pedestrian passing by momentarily takes notice of them. He scowls at… whatever that is, and swiftly takes off, clearly not wanting to get involved with whatever shit they're into.