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I'll take you.

All right, just give me one sec.

All right.

Did you...

Did you hear that?

Subject is Mallory Rutledge. White female,

5'4", 110 pounds,

blonde, blue eyes.

It was this way, I think.

Subject was last seen traveling

from San Francisco to Denver

in blue 1995 Ford Bronco.

Possibly being held

against her will.

Any unit coming into contact,

please hold and notify authority

of an on-duty supervisor.

You sure you're not

hearing things?

No.

Sh*t.

Help!

Hey, it's really

starting to come down.

Help!

Yeah.

Yeah, you're right.

Help!

Help!

Please!

Please, I'm down here!

Whoa!

Jesus!

Nice catch.

Reflex.

Come on. This damn weather.

Driving me crazy.

White female, 5'4", 110 pounds.

Blonde, blue eyes.

Subject was last seen traveling

from San Francisco to Denver.

Come back!

Please, come back! Please!

No! God!

My God.

No! Sh*t!

Sh*t! No!

God! Sh*t!

Sh*t!

God, no!

Okay.

Sh*t!

Sh*t!

No!

God!

No! No!

F***.

Sh*t!

God!

F***.

Sh*t.

Get off! Help!

Get off me!

Please!

Sh*t!

F***.

Help!

You see, my pa was a preacher.

Any time I'd dare misbehave,

which wasn't that often,

he'd take me out to the barn

and strap me up just like this.

He'd leave me there.

All day, all night.

You stopped to help me.

I didn't ask you to.

Like I didn't ask

the family to invite me in.

You got me into this.

You made the choice to stop.

You people go about your life

making these choices

that you think

have no consequences.

I'm here to show you

that they do.

Well, Officer?

Anything to say?

F*** you.

That's more like it.

Can I help you, ma'am?

Having a little trouble

with your car, ma'am?

License and registration,

please.

License and registration,

please.

Quiet, Katie.

I told you to be

quiet down there.

Good evening, ma'am.

License and registration,

please.

Be down in just a minute.

Shh!

It's okay, okay?

He's upstairs.

Please, help me.

It's okay, it's okay.

Hurry.

Everything okay in here?

Now, we've talked

about noise, haven't we?

I thought we had

an understanding,

but if we need to

discuss it some more,

I'm sure I can find

a needle and thread.

Don't you f***ing touch her!

You move, you breathe,

you're dead.

Get off!

Katie, run!

Run!

Mallory?

Mallory?

Mallory?

You really are

full of surprises.

Been a long time since

I've had so much fun.

Really, I ought to

thank you for that.

I am curious, though,

how you managed to get out.

I thought you were gonna die in there.

One way or another.

Perhaps this was how

it was meant to be.

Boo!

No!

Get the f*** away from me!

Can't run from fate, Mallory.

Sh*t! No!

No matter how hard you try.

Almost!

Get the f*** away from me!

This was how

I hoped it would end.

I always knew it

would happen this way.

Does this feel like

your destiny now?

Argh!

Mallory.

I know you're out there.

F***!

F***!

It's okay.

That looks painful.

You need some help?

Now, now, I don't think you realize

how much trouble you're in.

That's an awful lot of blood.

I'm guessing you missed

your femoral artery,

because, frankly,

you'd be dead by now if you hadn't.

F*** you.

But God knows what other

damage you've done.

Doesn't look good.

Now, I'd love to stay and chat,

but I gotta get going.

I wouldn't want you to think

that I was being unfair.

So I'm gonna give you the

same chance that you gave me.

I've been thinking a lot

about what you said.

About fate.

Maybe you were right.

Maybe it was

supposed to be like this.

Maybe you just got in

the wrong f***ing car!

It's okay.

It's over. It's over.

You're gonna be okay.

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