Pulling up behind a lot of flashy cars, Colby and Liz get out of the car, and Colby thanks Liz for letting him come along. "Seems like David wants nothing to do with me right now," Colby says sadly. "Aw, what do you expect? Come on -- you're a good guy, Colby, but you lied to him for two years," Liz reminds him. "I lied to you, too," Colby notes. Yes, but you and Liz didn't go on all those stakeouts that have meant so much to David. Liz says he only lied to her for six months, so she's not as invested in the relationship. She adds that she's not the one who teamed them up, anyway; Don was. "So you can keep an eye on me?" Colby demands. Liz tells him that out in the field, she's just like any other agent. "Right, except you're sleeping with the boss," Colby remarks. Calling him "Granger," Liz says she doesn't intend to report on him. Colby seems unconvinced. Getting the attention of some rather unattractive wannabefamouses, Colby introduces himself and Liz as "Agents Granger and Warner," and asks where Brett is. The Wannabefamouses are all, "Oooh, what agency? I'm desperate for love, money, and representation!" "FBI," Colby nods, and flashes a badge. Still completely clueless, the Wannabefamouses shove headshots at them and tell them about a showcase. Liz just says, "Yeah, where's Brett -- is he in here?" He is, so Colby just ignores the Wannabefamouses and walks inside. "Uh, what about my showcase?" one Wannabefamous pleads. "Yeah, wouldn't miss it," Liz says sarcastically. The Wannabefamouses bang fists triumphantly. Ah, Hollywood.
Colby and Liz gaze down at Brett's den of iniquity and descend the loft steps to walk out to the pool. Colby makes with the intros to Brett, and as soon as they hear "FBI," two members of the entourage look on their guards. But Brett himself just stands up from a tableful of beer bottles and purports to think it's "cool," since he's playing a DEA agent in his next film and could pick their brains. The tallest Entourager stands up, folds his arms, and demands to know why they're there. Colby looks up at him and sneers, "Who are you?" How much I would love for this Entourager to give lip and then get thrown around by Colby for even presuming? The tall Entourager says his name is Logan and he "handles Brett's security." Well, given that Colby and Liz just walked right in, good job there, dude. Brett says Logan keeps him out of trouble. The other Entourager jumps up and bounds over. He's the one that bragged about all the "tail" he gets via Brett. He's also the type of guy who lets his mouth hang slightly open in that faux-threatening, slightly sneering, "I'm too cool to care that I look like I'm losing IQ points with every breath" expression. Puff Diddly Daddy has perfected that look. Brett introduces this parasite as "Josh Ryan, he's the one who usually gets me into it." Oh, how charming the bestubbled, chinless Hollywood wonder is! "You know, if you ever want to come up and hang out, you'd definitely make the cut," Josh drawls to Liz. Can Liz just, like, head-butt him or something? Seriously, these guys are so skeevy, I'm disappointed that only one of them dies by the end! Liz ignores this and confirms that all three of them live there. Colby hands over a photo of the body that they must have screen-capped and printed from the video. Brett's completely surprised as he says, "Is that? That's my bathroom." Oscar material, let me tell you. Logan insists it has to be a fake "or something." Given the body chilling at the morgue, Liz explains, it's real enough. Colby hands over the photos of Live Andrea they pulled from her driver's license, and asks if any of them recognize her. They swear to God they don't. Considering they probably think God is George Burns, that sort of oath doesn't mean much. Wait, that's not fair. At their age, God is Morgan Freeman.