Kristoff nods at Randy and runs off to get the handcuffs.
Alex gets shakily to his feet and glances over at Ted. "Sorry about kicking your ass like that."
Ted, his hands still on top of his head, looks over at Alex with a bloody grin.
"Kicking... my ass? That's fine, meat. You'll be burning in a lake of fire very shortly, and I'll be laughing my ass off, standing next to God." Ted turns from Alex, and sags. He almost seems resigned to his capture, and sits quietly, waiting for the police to arrive.
Kristof returns moments later, drenched to the skin. He glumly hands Randy the keys and the handcuffs.
"I also took out the blanket you had in your trunk and put it over... Sam." Kristof takes off his glasses and begins to rub the lenses, trying to dry them. "I hope you don't mind."
Randy handcuffs Ted, who offers no resistance.
Dr. Silver enters the study. "I just talked to Julia through the speaker she has set up in there. She's fine, and I told her to stay put and call the police." Ray looks at Alex. "Did you know Alan and Julia had a panic room...??" He shakes his head.
Randy moves over to the dead man, and begins to search him. Randy, you find a 9mm stuck in a boot holster. A set of keys. A wallet, with credit cards, business cards, and a license - all with the name 'Tyler King'. You also find pieces of notebook paper, crumpled up and shoved in his jacket pocket. Glancing at them, they appear to be notes - but all done in Alan Pickman's handwriting. You look around, and see something you didn't notice in the middle of the gunfight. A plain picture on Alan's wall is pivoted open, revealing what appears to be a small safe of some kind. The safe door is open, but you cannot see its contents (the room is far too dim).
Randy looks over at Kristof, Alex, and Dr. Silver.
“I am going to have to ask everyone else to stay out of this room, as it is a crime scene."
The police will probably be here rather quickly - this is Bel Air, after all.