- Part 1: Squad car on the east side of the town.
- Part 2: By the two cops around the back.
Klein: Lewisburg. A small town of big dreams, but just underneath that shining veneer lies and undercurrent of mystery and mischief. Take one Calvin van Lowe as an example. Just your average--
Sidney: What the hell, Klein? Are you recording again?
Klein: That a problem for you, Sidney? My novel needs this kind of professional realism.
Sidney: Uh-huh. And you think it's within the realm of "professional realism" to just yammer on instead of actually doing your job?
Klein: Family. The bonds that tie us, the roots that hold us. But also the key ingredient in... fratricide.
Sidney: Knock it off! Let's get... hey. Check out that guy in the fancy suit. Ever seen him around here before?
Klein: Nope. Looks like he's snooping around, though. Isn't that the Garbers' summer home? The one with the flamingo out front? They left town weeks ago.
Sidney: We should check this out. Let's go.
Sidney: Alright, stay close, let's creep up to the corner here.
Klein: A fancy suit... dark glasses... and a motive for... murder?
Sidney: You can't seriously be recording still.
Wolf: Good afternoon, gentlemen.
*Silenced gun shots, footsteps along wood floor*