FBI ARA finds the owner of Tarot Cleaners and the guy all but admits the hitman was one of his, but they can't do anything. So he decides to break into the hitman's house. He whips out that credit card and he jams it in there real good and then he wriggles it and jimmies the hell out of that poor closed door until it springs open like an island-sized space-time vortex in the middle of the ocean. It is, needless to say, oddly hot -- especially when he takes the time to turn just-so, giving us a look at what his eyebrows are feeling. I believe they are feeling mischievous arousal.