Ty Pesley: Holy hell, you showed. Thought you'd bail.
hops out of the car and follows Douglas Look sharp, Ember. We need to act like we own the place.
This is a stretch of road I do not like very much.
rolls his eyes Oh, lighten up, Ember. It's just a little road.
Yeah yeah. What’s the next step?
grabs Douglas' arm and pulls him towards the front door Next step, my friend, is knocking on the door.
I don’t like that idea very much.
shoves Douglas forward, knocking on the door Like it or not, Ember, sometimes you gotta get your hands dirty to achieve your goals.
A disheveled woman opens the door, clearly caught off guard by the unexpected visitors.
pushes past the woman, barging into the house No need to ask, sweetheart. We're here to talk business.
looks around the living room, assessing the surroundings Nice digs you got here, huh?
The disheveled woman retreats to the kitchen, leaving Ty and Douglas alone in the living room.
sniffs the air Smells like trouble. Alright, Ember, let's cut to the chase. We need to find those skeletons in the bride-to-be's closet.
Do you know where the closet is? Or are we just hunting?
smirks Oh, Ember, we ain't hunting. We're going straight for the jugular.
rummages through the drawers and cabinets, searching for any incriminating documents
Keep looking. I’ll go upstairs and check the bedrooms. I head upstairs
rummages through papers and files, muttering to himself Birth certificates, divorce papers, tax returns... Where are they?
I rummage through clothes in a bedroom
frustrated, slamming a drawer shut Damn it! This place is like a bottomless pit!
I call out Found something.
rushes to join Douglas, eyes gleaming with anticipation Show me what you've got, Ember. Let's see if it's worth our time.