god, i missed you.
let's get out of here. where's your equipment? don't tell me you checked it?
no camera?
no nothing?
ah ha.
jeff?
can i come in?
couldn't sleep?
i remember when you took that. we had fun on that trip, didn't we?
you want to talk about it?
c'mon, jeff.
that's it?
whatever happened back there wasn't your responsibility. you can't keep beating yourself up over it.
what do you think? you could have stopped that girl from getting killed?
oh, jeff, you didn't.
is that what you really want -- or are you just running away?
you know i'll never stand in your way. but you've worked so hard. are you sure you want to throw it away?
you're supposed to let it happen. it's your job.
jesus, jeff.
maybe it's time we took a break, you know?
sort of. we're moving, actually.
california. we thought we'd take the scenic route.
thanks. i'll mention it to my husband.
what was that about?
you want me to drive?
is something wrong?
this isn't the grand prix, you know.
what's bothering you?
junk food fiesta. sno balls, yoo hoo, moon pies.  can you believe they still make this stuff?
this is crazy. look at this. says if you win this mail-in contest, you can choose either ninety thousand dollars or ninety thousand doughnuts.
what would you do with ninety thousand doughnuts?
very funny. alright, what about ninety thousand dollars? what would you do with that?
who?
should we go back?
look, maybe if we call the cops --
what'd you do?
found your camera.
are you okay?
out of range?
what's going on, jeff?
not the car.
what's going on with you?
it's been a month since you got back. you can't keep shutting me out like this.
jeff, i'm talking to you.
jeff --
what's he doing?
breathes a sigh of relief.
are you nuts?
he's offering to help. it could be hours before anyone else comes along. it's 100 degrees. you really want to be stuck out here?
stupid is sitting out here waiting for a cop when we already have a ride.
stupid was letting you talk me into leaving boston.
excuse me? do you think you could drop me at that diner?
that's okay. my husband wants to stay with the car. i'll just get my purse.
i'm going to the diner. i'm going to call a tow truck. then i'm going to order an iced tea and wait. good-bye, jeff.
you wanted to be alone. well.  you're alone. why don't you take the time to get your head together?
squirms on the hay-strewn floor. her clothes are ripped, face bruised. she looks up, reacting: jeff's eye is visible in the knothole.
jeff!!??
i'm almost free!!!
they were going to kill me.
but there's a phone inside. we have to call the police.
jeff --
jeff!
jeff, go! go!
can't this thing go any faster?!
yelps as the passenger-side mirror disintegrates! she whips around, sees --
jeff!
look out!
jeff.
jeff.  i can't get out.
it's just.  i can't get out.
i mean i can't get out!
jeff!
jeff?
oh god.  jeff.
takes hold of jeff's hand.
don't let me go, jeff.
how could they do it? how could they treat it like a.  business?
promise me one thing.
next time.  we fly.