– No pulse. – See if you can get him down.
I can't.
This guy weighs a ton.
– 911. – Yes. Yes. I'm being kidnapped.
– Where are you now? – I don't know where. I'm in my truck.
It's a Toyota Tundra.
It says «Emery Animal Hospital» on the side. I'm locked inside the back.
Hello?
Shit! Shit!
Get off.
Let me out!
What are you doing here?
You tell me. You got me into this.
– Stop the car. – I can't. Not yet.
– You bastard! Stop the car! – Shut up!
Son of a bitch.
Goddamn it.
Look what you did to my car.
This is my company car, asshole.
Get your ass out here.
Get your ass out of the car. Now!
What are you doing?
If you don't have insurance, I'm gonna rip your balls off.
– I don't want any problems, okay? – Shut up!
Help!
Who's talking back there? What's going on?
– Calm down. – Shut up!
– I'm being kidnapped! Call the police! – Well, I'll be goddamned.
– Call 911! – A cop when you need one.
Help, please! Please!
Let me out of here! Help!
Get back here, asshole!
That's the cops! You have to pull over!
Yeah, first chance I get.