A richly appointed home contains various paintings that I'm sure are in museums. So the owner collects forgeries? Okay. Wesley and Gunn appear at a window. Wesley plays around with various James Bond gadgets to check the security system. Long after we've all guessed the punchline, Gunn walks over to a nearby door and opens it. It's still not misdirection. Positive thoughts, positive thoughts. They enter the house.
Wesley and Gunn step into a large room crammed with various arcane objects, including demon heads under glass. Gunn is startled by a one-eyed beastie's head, and comments, "It's like the eye follows you wherever you go." I figured that the heads are the security system, but that wasn't confirmed. Wesley goes over to a flask on a pedestal, opens it, and sniffs the contents. Opening bottles of magical substances and then inhaling the unidentified contents doesn't seem particularly smart to me, but then, it is Wesley we're talking about. Wesley wonders where the fragments of the Nyazian scroll might be, and Gunn guesses that they're in the small vault in the room's wall. Wesley isn't happy about trying to open a vault. Gunn says, "I've got a bad feeling about this." Wesley says they'll figure something out, and then Gunn clarifies that he's more concerned about the armed gentleman standing behind Wesley. The white-haired gent keeps his gun trained on them as he picks up a phone. Wesley asks whether he's calling the police. The homeowner says that he is, and Wesley says, "Good, you can explain to them why you keep so much GHB on hand. You know -- Rohypnol, the date-rape drug." He explains that the "Muselok trancing amalgam" in the flask is virtually indistinguishable from GHB. Maybe "trancing" is what the kids are calling it now. The homeowner hangs up the phone and agrees, "I won't call the police...until after I kill you." Wesley's plan isn't working out the way he hoped. Meanwhile, Gunn picks up some pretty red crystal balls that rest in a nearby bowl. Gunn asks whether the balls are expensive, and the homeowner gasps and nervously admits that they are. Gunn starts juggling the balls. I love Gunn. Gunn orders the homeowner to put his gun down, and lets one of the balls fall to the floor, where it shatters. The homeowner puts his fist to his mouth and bites his knuckle to express tension. He went to the school of acting clichés. Gunn resumes juggling, and explains that they just need to see the Nyazian scroll. The homeowner finally puts down his gun; Wesley grabs it, and then Gunn bounces one of the balls off his foot before catching all three remaining balls. "Always give 'em a big finish," he explains.