I'm in a trunk, my own trunk, in my own stolen car.

I can't see anything.

I don't know how to unlock the door from the inside.

I can't seem to kick it out.

But I can hear my captors over the roar of the engine and screech of the tarmac.

And I remember what the company guidance told us during the two-day workshop on self-defense

and mitigation efforts in case of kidnapping and or ritual sacrifice.

Listen to everything they say,

in case it's something that the authorities can use to find you.

From here, it sounds like they're... You're gonna just choose the man.

Squabbling?

We knew who we were.

We've been going through our bed.

I was looking out for us.

You're the one who was...

was chattering away to some policeman.

Oh, don't try me.

That's not why you hallowed the poor bastard.

You did it.

Because for all of your piety

and your balking ears,

you're a... You're a frothing fanatic, just like the rest of them,

...