Harry was driving Alan's Corvette, and dropped him off at the police station.

Alan: So you'll be cleaning the basement?
Harry: Yeah. Amy wanted me to get to that sometime soon, and I thought now would be a good time.
Alan: I'll give te a call when I'm done.
Harry: Okay.
Alan: *Gets out, and watches Harry drive away in his car*

Scott was at Sunset Beach, he wanted to go there for his lunch break, when he saw six hot rods, one of them being the black Chevrolet.

Scott: Hmm.. *Parks his car behind the hot rods*
Frank: Wade, wanna do us a favor?
Wade: Sure. What?
Frank: I want te to- *Spots Scott walking towards the hot rods* Go see what he wants.
Wade: On it. *Walks outside*
Scott: *Looks at the blue '57 Chevy, successivo to the red '46 Chevy*
Wade: *Gets closer to Scott* Excuse me.
Scott: Yes?
Wade: You're looking at my car. Can I help you?
Scott: *Takes out his badge* I'm with State Police. Did te know a woman was murdered on the boardwalk today?
Wade: I did not. How did it happen?
Scott: Somebody driving a black '55 Bel Air drove up to her, and shot her.
Wade: What a shame. te think I'd know who he is, because of my hot rod?
Scott: Do te know the others that own those cars parked successivo to yours?
Wade: I wish I could say yes, but alas, I don't.
Scott: Okay. Thanks for your time. *Walks over to the hot dog stand*

Wade walked back to where he was before.

Later, Harry parked Alan's Corvette in his driveway, and got out, walking back into the house. His wife was also there.

Harry: *Walks into the kitchen* Hi honey.
Amy: Hello Harry. *Kisses him* I was making myself a sandwich. te want one?
Harry: Sure. I got a 30 minuto break, so I thought I'd come here to clean the basement.
Amy: Excellent.
Harry: *Walks to the basement*
Amy: *Continues making the sandwich*

The blue '57 Chevy Scott was looking at earlier, was being driven in front of Harry's house. The driver got out, and walked to the house.

Harry: *Looks at his TV set on the table, and dusts it* If only we had enough room for this thing to be in the living room. Instead, we got my wife's plants.
Wade: *Walking downstairs*
Harry: *Hears the footsteps* Honey, is that you?
Wade: *Makes it downstairs, pulling out a silenced Walther PPK*
Harry: *Sees Wade* Hey!! *Punches him, and dives on him, trying to pull the gun away from him*
Wade: *Hits him, and stands up*
Harry: *Wrestling with Wade, trying to get the gun out of his grasp*
Wade: *Has the gun go down, and shoots the cable from a power strip*
Harry: What the hell are te doing here?!
Wade: What's it look like shit head?! *Punches Harry*
Harry: *Grabs the gun, making it point up as he falls down*
Wade: *Shoots a water pipe*

Wade was now getting soaked in water.

Harry: *Runs to the cable that was shot. Grabbing the end that's still plugged in, he touches Wade with it, electrocuting him*
Wade: *Falls down, and dies*
Harry: *Drops the wire* Good thing for the rubber surrounding that wire. Otherwise I'd be dead too. *Walks upstairs*

2 B Continued