(Frank sniffs loudly and grabs his gun, passing it off to Speck. He gestures towards Jess with his chin and out they go.

He still won't put his hands on Jess, he knows better. Instead he opens the door to the back of the SUV and waves like Vanna White.)

Your chariot awaits. We're just gonna put you in the drunk tank for the night. But don't worry, I'll read to you like last time.

(That's not a promise, it's a threat.)