LA River bed. The Cadillac Alan, and Harry rented was waiting there, and so was Marco with three thugs. Behind them was another Cadillac, and a truck.

Dylan: *Stops in his car seguinte to the rental Cadillac*
Alan: We stopped.
Harry: If only this car was a sedan. We would probably get mais room back here.
Dylan: You won't need any room where you're going. *Gets out*

The thugs pulled Alan, and Harry out of the car, and cut the ropes restraining them.

Marco: What took you so long?
Dylan: Who cares? I got them here. As for you two, get in the car.

With the thugs pointing MP40's at them, Alan, and Harry got into the car.

Marco: *Gets into the truck*
Dylan: *Grabs his lighter*
Alan: Harry, the key.
Harry: *Sees the ignition in the key* It doesn't matter. They'll shoot us if we leave.
Alan: i stored a 45 with three clips.
Marco: *Puts the truck in front of their car*
Dylan: *Has the lighter on, and holding a fuel jerry* And now, for your accident.
Harry: *Starts the car, and puts it in reverse*
Dylan: *Watches them take off in reverse* They're getting away! Shoot them!!!
Harry: *Stops the car, sliding it sideways*
Alan: *Takes the 45, and shoots the thugs*
Dylan: Let's get out of here! *Gets back in his car*
Marco: *Driving away in the truck*
Alan: Go after Dylan.
Harry: *Moving forward, chasing Dylan out of the riverbed*
Dylan: *Goes airborne, and lands on a road*
Harry: *Following Dylan*
Alan: We need him alive.
Harry: *Hits his car*
Dylan: *Spins out, and crashes into a pole*
Alan: *Pulls Dylan out of his car, and lays him down* Harry, call Ryan.
Harry: On it.
Alan: *Pointing his gun at Dylan*
Dylan: You can't kill me!
Alan: You killed yourself. *Shoots him in the mouth*

Several segundos later, Alan put the gun in Dylan's hand, to make it look like he killed himself. Alan, and Harry drove off, heading back to LAPD headquarters.