Alan was still getting the фото developed.

Harry: *Quickly walks in, and closes the door*
Alan: *Turns around* Harry?
Harry: Yes, it's me.
Alan: I thought Ты were cleaning the basement in the house.
Harry: Something came up. A man tried to kill me.
Alan: Okay, what did he look like?
Harry: He's dead.
Alan: That's great, but what did he look like?
Harry: Kind of like you, only he has еще facial hair, and he doesn't wear glasses. That, and his hair is shorter.
Alan: Did Ты contact anyone else about this?
Harry: I was just going into the dispatcher's room to tell her.
Alan: Okay. Make sure Ты get out as quickly as Ты come in. Any light from outside this room will ruin the picture.
Harry: Why can't the picture instantly be developed like in those Polaroids? *Quickly walks out of the room*

Back on пляж, пляжный Avenue, we meet another girl. Emily Masterson, driving her Chrysler 300 down пляж, пляжный Avenue. The '55 Chevy was following her.

Emily: *Stops at a red light*
???: *Stops Далее to her in the '55 Chevy* Excuse me.
Emily: *Stares at the man in the '55 Chevy*
???: Would Ты like to come to my place, and make out?
Emily: No thank you. I have a boyfriend.
???: What does he do for a living?
Emily: None of your business. Go find another girl to suck your dick.
???: *Pulls out a gun, and shoots her five times*

Once she died, the man drove away.

2 B Continued