Walt gestured vaguely. His face contorted with the effort he made to control his hands.
"Why'n hell didn't ya radio in for a pick-up? God, man, you could die out here."
Walt said: "You let me go with you?"
"Sure ... get in."
Walt fumbled at the side of the car.
"Push the button, you dope."
Walt pushed the button, and the door opened.
"Aintcha never seen a car before?"
Walt grunted and got in.
"You been here long?"