The gun battle is broadcast on the television news as Amita trips barefoot down the stairs at Chez Eppes. No one notes the television. She kisses Charlie, who comments that Millie's been bugging him to publish, so he thought he'd "dust off some of [his] insights into Groebner…basis calculations." "I taught that course for two years," The Evil Dr. Mathra comments calmly. Amita picks up a folder and reads, "A mathematical analysis of friendship dynamics." "Yeah, I figured I could navigate through the eleventh grade using the minimax theorem and n-person games," Charlie explains. "That's believable. I didn't get into Groebner bases until twelfth grade. I was a late bloomer," the Evil Dr. Mathra observes. EYE-ROLLS FOR EVERYBODY! Charlie then blathers on about his "insights" on "network externalities of school elections" and the payoff strategies of doing other people's homework, but thankfully Don and Alan come in and interrupt the math flow with their arguing. I don't even care what they're arguing about, just that they shut Charlie up so I don't have to. Alan and Don are on their way to play golf, and ask Charlie to join them. As Charlie makes his stuttering excuses, Don picks up the green folder Amita was reading and says he remembers "the friendship math." He tried to read it. "Really?" Charlie boggles. "Why?" "You know, I thought I could pick up girls," Don mutter-laughs. He and Alan are about to head out when Don has to take a call. After a few "What?!"s, he hangs up and announces, frowning mightily, that Carter and Colby escaped.
Colby and Carter break into some sort of a garage.