The cab of an eighteen-wheeler. From the driver's POV, we see two cars on the shoulder, and a guy standing beside the cars, waving his arms. As a salsa singer squeals "¡ay caramba!" in the background, the driver mutters to himself and pulls over, and Christopher pops in the driver's side window with a gun to confirm that the driver has DVD players in the back. "Don't hurt me, man," the driver says, and Christopher tells him that the only people who get hurt "are ones who try to be fuckin' jerk-offs" (which I guess exempts Christopher himself, since he seems to come by his jerk-off-itude naturally) and orders him to get out of the cab "nice and easy." The driver climbs down. The waving guy, a.k.a. Brendan "High" Filone, comes around the front of the truck, also with a gun, and starts blathering on about "quick and painless," and the driver asks them to tie him up so that the trucking company won't think he's in on the hijacking too. Christopher scoffs that they aren't "trying for a merit badge" and they don't carry rope around with them; the driver says he has some rope in the cab, pleading, "Please, I need this job." Christopher rolls his eyes and tells Brendan to get the rope, but the driver wants them to beat him up as well; if he comes out of the robbery unscathed, it'll look suspicious. Christopher can't believe his ears ("you wanna be scathed?"), but he shrugs his assent, so Brendan pops the driver in the nose. The driver goes down in a heap, groaning, "Okay, that's cool, man, thanks," but Brendan thumps him a couple more times for good measure. Christopher contributes a kick in the ribs, then asks Brendan, "Scathed?" Brendan says, "Scathed," and they go back to their cars while the driver writhes on the ground. Yeah, it's violence, and yeah, it's not funny. Still: heh.