Cut to someone eating a steak or something. I guess we're supposed to surmise that this is what happened to the men in black. A patron gets a bill -- it's Elsing. He puts out his cigarette and leaves a $1000 tip. As Elsing leaves, we see a shot of the window of the "Desert Squid Diner."
Next week: there is no next week. There is probably never going to be a next week. ["You never know. Time of Your Life rose from the dead, for a while." -- Wing Chun] Free at last. Free at last. Great God Almighty, I am free at last.