In a car somewhere, Alex whines that he needs to pee. "You'll like Louisville," Sam says. Is this Non-Sequitur Theater, or is she implying that Kentucky is nature's washroom? Sam then pulls over at a motel she deems "not half bad," admiring its swimming pool. I guess she's still on the lam, and Alex still isn't happy about it. Eh. Don't care.
RiverCam shows us Pratt heaving himself against the car door, trying to get it open. "It's stuck," he says. "We're sinking!" Chen squeals. Good, well, then why don't you do something to help? I hate that all she's doing is screaming and flailing. Fry Cook explains that they have to wait for the water pressure to equalize in and outside the car: "When the water's high enough in the car, you can open the door easily," he says. "You've got to wait, man." So there they sit, heads above water, panting.
Outside, we see the car get completely sucked into the river. I have no idea how long all of this is meant to have taken, but it seems sort of unlikely that we wouldn't at least see or hear a cop siren, even if an ambulance hadn't made it yet. Inside the Chrysler Coffin, they all feel a thump. "What was that?" Chen asks. Pratt pauses. "It's...we're not alone," he intones, just as a long butcher knife is raised behind his head...Sorry. It's just that every time I hear a line like "What was that?" I always expect it to come before the arrival of a serial killer or some kind of inhuman monster. And since Pratt's already in the car, I figured it had to be the serial killer. The noise was actually heralding their arrival at the bottom of the river atop a pile of skeletons wearing cement boots. "Now what?" Chen asks. "I guess we wait," Pratt shrugs. I could swear Chen heaves an annoyed sigh.
Sam checks into the small motel. "Betteer call the police," Alex tells the old desk clerk. "She's kidnapping me." Sam hisses at him to cut it out, then smiles angelically at the clerk. "Kids," she apologizes. The desk clerk looks at her like, "Sigh. Mothers."
Pratt's about ready to try opening the door again. He tells Chen to swim out and kick toward the surface. She, of course, is all, "Oh, but I can't," which means she's officially been utterly and completely unhelpful in all of this. I get that she's scared, but she's not the only one -- she could at least be all, "Hey, thanks, Pratt -- thanks for not falling asleep in Physics class." Eventually, after all her complaining, Chen wriggles into the open water and swims up with complete ease. She waves at the rescue crew, which is now there in full force. "Help me!" she shouts. They mull it over, learn that her contract isn't up yet, and resignedly throw her a dinghy. "There's two more," she sputters. Pratt surfaces just then, without Fry Cook. "We got somebody down here!" he shouts. Apparently he couldn't get Fry Cook out; he got stuck on the door. Pratt wants to go back down but they insist the divers can do it. "We don't need any more victims!" Chief Rescuer shouts, ordering Pratt onto the boat.