He's lying on a single bed in a room at the funeral home, wearing a dark blue t-shirt and shorts. He gets up and goes to the window at the sound of a car horn honking and somebody calling his name. He heads out the front door, and there's a ratty old van parked on the sidewalk, pointing out towards the street corner. The back doors are open, and standing on the sidewalk behind the van is a thin Phillip Seymour Hoffman, who stubs out his joint on the pavement and stoners, "Fuck, dude, we've been honking for, like, ever. Let's go." He climbs in and roughly hauls Nate in behind him, saying, "We're gonna be late." Well, one of you is, if you know what I mean. "Jesus, David, what's with the grip?" Nate protests. Wait, that's David? What's with the Spicoli mane and the giant blond goatee? And why doesn't he look more ridiculous with them? I suspect it's because Michael C. Hall is an outstanding actor. Just a theory. David pulls the van doors shut and we see that it's the funeral home's white van that David was driving when he was abducted. But it's got a pair of surfboards mounted to the roof now, and the inside is all tricked out like some '70s pussywagon. As the van peels out onto the street, the Fisher brothers settle down in the back to enjoy some kind bud. Nate asks David where his suit is. "I'm wearing it, dude," David says. David's "suit" in this scene is a pair of flip-flops, board shorts, and a green t-shirt he stole out of Matthew Lillard's trailer on the set of Scooby Doo. David asks Nate if he's stoked. Nate guesses. "You guess, you asshole? We've been waiting for this our whole fucking lives, man." Nate, still getting used to his brother's new look, tells David in amazement, "This is so fucking weird, man! I had this whole other idea of you, like I thought you were this whole completely other person." Like any good mystical dream figure, David explains the situation to Nate: "You are so fucking toasted, man!" They both laugh raucously.
Suddenly the van screeches to a halt, and they nearly fall off their seats. We see the van's driver for the first time as Late Nate yells back, "Am I going to have to separate you boys?" Nate gets serious -- whether it's at the realization that he's in a vehicle being driven by a dead man, or the fact that Dad's glowering at him, we don't know. But the tension is broken when Late Nate announces, "We are so fucking lost," and breaks into a zany guffaw. The boys laugh right back at him, because they're stoned and everything's funny. You could say "Chief Justice Scalia" to them right now and they'd crack up. Behind Late Nate, we can see a beach scene through the windshield. He asks for the joint, and as Nate and David come to the front to pass it along and take a look out, from their point of view all they can see is the sun glinting off the ocean.