Sobbing, the young woman points at the tangled wrecks, which might as well be one solid mass of metal, with a trembling hand.
"He's -- he's in there! Get him out!"
It can be seen that an unconscious fellow is inside this chaos of steel and glass, hanging from the driver's seat of one of the vehicles, upside down, blood dripping from his head.
The young man on the ground slowly forces himself to his feet, shakes his head, and mumbles "She's gonna blow."
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With extraordinary skill, Liz maneuvers the van directly in front of the Rolls, blocking its escape. The car comes to a sudden halt with squealing brakes. Tony rushes up to the driver's side and wields his weapon of choice.
The expertly aimed cane shatters the window, sending shards of glass into the face of the driver, distracting him for the moment. The driver is a small, pale, red-haired man in his twenties, dressed in jeans and plain white T-shirt.
The back door opens and a somewhat older, taller, and heavier man, bald, wearing sunglasses and wearing a business suit emerges, dragging a young woman, incongruously dressed in a scarlet evening gown covered with sequins, her eyes covered with a blindfold. She hobbles after the man with one bare foot and one gold high heel shoe. The man holds an automatic pistol to her head.
"Everybody just take it easy and nobody gets hurt," he says, in a surprisingly soft and smooth voice. "Me and the lady are gonna take a walk out of here, so just stay where you are."
He begins pulling the woman away from the road, in the direction of the scrub land opposite the drive-in theater.