Al: We've got Pete Dayton's prints all over this place.
Ed: You know what I think?
Al: What's that, Ed?
Ed: There's no such thing as a bad coincidence.

Fred drives up to his house in Mr. Eddy/Laurent's Mercedes 600 Pullman and stops in front. He gets out of the car, goes to the front door and RINGS THE DOORBELL. There is a BEEP sound.
Fred (into intercom): Dick Laurent is dead.

As Fred finishes this sentence we see the cop car containing Ed and Al pull in to the curb just up the street from Fred and Renee's house.
Fred turns and sees the cop car. He jumps in his car, fires it up, and peels out. The cops give chase.

Fred is behind the wheel of his car. Behind him are the cops.

CLOSE UP ON FRED'S FACE - through the front windshield. The shot is wide enough to reveal the cop car in hot pursuit.

Fred's face begins to change again, grotesquely contorting as he races into the vortex. His tormented SCREAM blends with the howling SIREN of the police car gaining on him.