From LAX, Zan calls the Añejo in the canyon and the family waits for Roberto to pick them up in his truck. The next morning Zan returns alone in Roberto’s truck to the house.
A sign reading BANK OWNED hangs in front and the yard is overgrown. Viv’s car that was in the driveway has been towed. Zan’s is parked in the lower part of the backyard; the older woman who lives next door tells him she claimed the car was hers so the bank wouldn’t take it. “I appreciate it,” Zan tells her. “Fuck them,” says the old woman. Down the steep drive, Zan tries to affect the stroll of the not too mortally humiliated.