After pushing the car into his garage, they chat about what a bad neighborhood it is. Well, he'd better get started, he adds, moving towards the garage door, grabbing the top of it as he prepares to pull it down. Oh um...what is he doing?, Anita asks meekly. The light coming in from outside is shining in his eyes, gonna make it hard to look around and scout out what the problem is. He's just gonna close the door and hook a light to the hood so he can see what he's doing better, he says. That's cool...right?, he asks, a vaguely threatening undertone in his voice. She looks out of the garage toward the street, perhaps deciding whether or not she should just get out of there. Um...yeah, of course that's cool, Anita says, smiling nervously. He looks at her for a second, sizing her up. He pulls down the garage door. It loudly hits the floor, sealing them in.