Cut to Les stamping price tags on boxes of ammo. He stops and looks down at the gun display. Sound effect. Plunky piano.
Les goes to the back room as music from The Shining tries to build tension. He shuts the door, but doesn't lock it. He loads the gun. In a cheesy moment, as he loads the gun, he flashes back on scenes from his television show where he fired guns, where guns went off, where people were shot. Lock and Load. He holds the gun to his head. Just then, an announcement: "Les Van Buren, aisle five, please. Les, aisle five." As Les holds the gun to his head, nose panting, his impatient employee says again, "Les! Price check on aisle five." Goddamn that aisle five, it saved Les's life. "Les! We need you on aisle five!" Yeah, got it, Al! Jesus.
Ray tells Les he needs him to get him loose. Les looks around, panting. He says he's responsible for the employees and can't risk their lives. "Look, I'm not a hero," he says. "I just played one on TV."
David McNorris. Oh, boy. McPointy's on a fingering rampage, calling for charges of robbery, kidnapping, and felony trespassing. McNorris is on his phone, saying he'll be on his way. Wahlberg gets off his own phone, saying he's on his way to the garage. McNorris says that the DA told him he's willing to do anything shy of negotiating with the criminals. Wahlberg says it's too late; they already got a van on its way over. McNorris says he doesn't want to send the wrong message to other crooks who think they'll be able to negotiate when they're in similar situations. Wahlberg says that the crooks have nothing to lose, and that if the cops storm that place, there will be a bloodbath. McNorris says that he has orders, and that there's nothing he can do. Wahlberg says there's a cop inside, and Wahlberg needs McNorris to put his politics aside for once and let the cops do their job. Every week it's the same script with these two. McNorris and Wahlberg get into a bit of a scuffle. There's grabbing of sleeves and whipping around of bodies and Wahlberg loses his temper a bit. McNorris, in an extreme way-too-close close-up, tempts Wahlberg to hit him: "Give it your best shot." Wahlberg, in an equally too-close close-up, simply pouts. There's panting. They're close enough to kiss. Damn McPointy's cell phone! He tells the DA on the phone that it's too late, and that the van's already gone. "I'll take the heat," McPointy says to Wahlberg. They almost kiss again. "Thanks," Wahlberg exhales. He walks away to reveal everyone's favorite skank, Andrea, leaning against the wall like we're trapped in a film noir mistake. McPointy asks what she's doing there. It doesn't matter, does it? They talk about how they're not having sex anymore. Andrea can't believe that McPointy let them have the van. McPointy apologizes, and says that "Ray Heckler put his ass on the line," and that's why he disobeyed the DA. Andrea gets all wet, and after a very long time says she just started remembering why she fell for McPointy in the first place. I'm moving on before I vomit. McPointy takes a long breath and exhales slowly, obviously feeling the same thing I am.