Ed and Diana continue driving through the LAX tunnel on Sepulveda Blvd. Later, they continue on their journey to Marina Del Rey.

“My name is Ed,” says Ed. “Ed Okin.”

“Listen, Ed, if there’s any way I can thank you…” says Diana. 

“Oh, I’m – – I’m still not sure what happened,” replies Ed. 

“Neither am I,” says Diana. 

“Yeah, why didn’t you want to go to the police?” asks Ed. 

“Pull over,” says Diana, suddenly. 

“Huh?” says Ed. 

“Pull over,” says Diana. 

“Here?” asks Ed.

“I’m going to be sick,” says Diana. 

Ed pulls the car over, next to the Pier 44 Boat Sales sign. Many sailboats line the venue, in drydock. Diana runs to a split-rail fence, and leans over, loudly vomiting.  Ed sighs. 

Later, Ed and Diana get closer to their destination, driving past rows of boat slips. Diana stares blindly out the side window.  Ed glances over at her. 

“Are you okay?” he asks. 

“Mm-hmm,” she responds, continuing to gaze out the window.