McNotahey opens the warehouse door. He walks over to a row of police cars. He starts looking in the windows of each car. He finds one with the keys in the driver's seat visor. He jogs back to the warehouse. It is clear that this scene is shot in black and white so you can't tell that it's total daylight outside, and they're in a lot with sunny trees.
Back in the warehouse, McNotahey opens the ambulance doors and pulls Teresa out, her hands taped together. McNotahey hasn't even grieved for his dead brother yet. "Get down," he says to her. She gets on the floor. He tells her to stay down. Teresa looks around. She sees lighting equipment. "This is a movie studio?" she asks. Not at Crenshaw and Ninth, it's not. McNotahey says that it is. Teresa asks if he works there. "I'm a stuntman," he says so "threateningly" that I burst into laughter. Now, I can't even get on a studio lot without my trunk getting searched, mirrors getting slid under my car, my driver's license studied and I have to have prior permission to get past the two security gates, but this ambulance just burst right on in past those metal gates? What kind of ghetto studio is this? Because it looks like the WB lot, and I know there's mad security in front of any building where Matthew Perry might be walking. Okay, so now McNotahey is crying over his brother. "Tonight wasn't supposed to go like this," he says. No, really? This wasn't supposed to be how the watch robbery went down? McNotahey says he figured nobody would care about a bunch of cowboys robbing a store on Halloween. Right, sure. I follow your logic, dude. McNotahey keeps sweating as he delivers his monologue, saying he figured the watch shop would be an easy hit, just running in and grabbing a handful of Rolexes and then out. But the shop owner had guns everywhere. "It was a damn firefight," he says. "Sam and I came out to work in the movies and be stuntmen. That's what I thought, anyway. But you gotta know somebody, I guess." Oh, are we fucking kidding? This is a jilted actor on a rampage? Is this for real? Disgruntled stuntmen? Is that what they're saying the real crime is here -- how hard it is to break into the stuntman industry? Oh, my God. "Cause I ain't no stuntman. Sammy was a security guard here and I was a janitor. A janitor. I could've been a janitor back in Tulsa." Wow. Wow. I don't know what to say. Really. I just...wow. Disgruntled stuntmen. I did not see that coming, y'all. For real. I hope next week there's a food-poisoning terrorist plot from a disgruntled craft-services girl who always wanted to be a chef but Nobu's just so fucking political that it's hard to even get an internship as a sous chef there. McNotahey walks over to Teresa. "Get up," he says.