His fate is sealed the moment I accidentally pocket the keys to his truck. I try to prevent two cats from having sex; they attack me, but I am stronger than two cats. It is 1915, and I laugh with some cousins about how transit in 1915 means I rarely get to see them. A woman is shot before she can make it to the Range Rover. I explain to a moviegoer that an entrance and an exit are really the same thing.