[Daniel is in Bob's car having a meltdown. His voice is noticeably high-pitched.]
Daniel: (high-pitched whine)
Bob: ...my car! Get out of my car, Daniel!
Daniel: Noooo, nooooo! Noooo!!!
Bob: Get the hell out of my car!! (a physical altercation starts) God DAMN! (Daniel moans and sobs) Get out of my car!
Daniel: No! You don't understand!!
Bob: GET OUT OF MY CAR!!
Daniel: You don't understand, n- STOP!!!
Bob: Get out of my car!
Daniel: It's not my fault!! It's not my fault, the..
Bob: Get out of my car!
Daniel: The motel!
Bob: Get out of my car.
Daniel: The motel, the motel just threatened to kill me!
Bob: Get out of my car.
Daniel: STOP! The 'stutters' the motel threatened to kill me! The motel threatened to kill me! The motel threatened to kill me!
Bob: Get out of my car, Daniel.
Daniel: The motel threatened to kill me!
Bob: Get out of my car.
Daniel: No! (hits his head a few times)
Bob: Get out of my car Daniel.
Daniel: No! I'm not going to! I'm not going to, I'm bleeding! (moans)
Bob: Yeah, you're bleeding 'cause you're hitting yourself!
Daniel: But you don't-
Bob: You gotta get help.
Daniel: The m...
Bob: I've got to get help, I've got to call the police.
Daniel: No! I'm bleeding all over me!
Bob: I've gotta call the police.
Daniel: NO, THE MOTEL THREATENED TO KILL ME! THE MOTEL THREATENED TO KILL ME!
Bob: I've gotta call the police, I've gotta get you out of here. (Daniel sobs, hits his head some more) Yep, you've gotta get out of my car.
Daniel: *sobs* The motel threatened to kill me! The motel threatened to kill me! The motel threatened to kill me, the motel threatened to kill me!
Bob: And you're trying to kill me!
Daniel: *moans* The motel threatened to kill me! The motel threatened to kill me!
[Daniel attacks Bob]
Bob: DANIEL!!!!
Daniel: The motel threatened to kill me! The motel threatened to kill me! (cries) The motel threatened to kill me! The motel threatened to kill me!
Bob: I've gotta get the police here to get you outta here!
Daniel: The motel threatened to kill me! The motel threatened to kill me! (hits himself once, moans) The motel threatened to kill me! The motel threatened to kill me!
Bob: Get out of my car!
Daniel: No, you don't under- I need help! The motel threatened to kill me!
Bob: Get out of my car!
Daniel: The motel threatened to kill me! *hyperventilates* The motel threatened to kill me!
Bob: This is your last chance to get out of my car.
Daniel: No!
Bob: This is your last chance. (Daniel hits himself some more) Then I'm gonna call the police, I told them you're beating me.
Daniel: No, the motel threatened to kill me! The motel threatened to kill me!
Bob: I told them you're beating me.
Daniel: No, you hit me! You broke my arm!
Bob: I didn't break your f*ckin' arm!
Daniel: YOU GRABBED ME! (long, loud moaning scream)
Bob: Yeah, because you were beatin' me!! I'm sure this is what you want! I'm calling the police!
(Daniel attacks Bob again)
Bob: No! OWW! OWW! OWW! (Daniel gets up, still crying) Okay...
Daniel: No, you're not helping me! You're not helping!
Bob: You're hitting me!
Daniel: Well, you're not helping me! The motel threatened to kill me! The motel threatened to kill me!
(Bob calls 911)
Daniel: The motel threatened to kill me! The motel threatened to kill me! (sobs and hyperventilates)
Bob (on the phone): I have a person here in my car, uhh, beating me. He's a friend of mine, but he's gone crazy and he's beating me, and I need help.
Daniel: No, I need help! (sobs more)
Bob: Where are, we are in the parking lot of the Harkins Theater in Arvada.
Daniel: The motel threatened to kill me! The motel threatened to kill me!
Bob: 50, um.. I'm not sure of the address, it's um... 5550 Olde Wadsworth Boulevard...
Daniel: THE MOTEL THREATENED TO KILL ME!!!
Bob: He's Daniel Larson. (Daniel sobs more, Bob is unintelligble) I'm trying to get him out of the car, but I can't and he's hitting me and he's threatening me.
Daniel: No!
Bob: And he's just gone crazy. In the Harkins Theater parking lot.
Daniel: The motel threatened to kill me! You don't listen to me! You don't listen to me, the motel threatened to kill me! They said they have a gun! (sobs)
Bob: Yeah.
Daniel: (sobs) Aaaaah!
Bob: Yes. (to Daniel) Don't do that. (to operator) Robert Proctor.
(Daniel blows his nose, and sobs)
Bob: He's hitting himself, and me.
Daniel: (moans) You don't listen to me! (sobs)
Bob: We've been friends for a long time, but he has some mental problems and, that's the only thing.
Daniel: I'm bleeding all over me!
Bob: (unintelligble) that they're gonna kill him.
(Daniel hits himself some more)
Bob: Yes, he does. (Daniel sobs) most of the time. (unintelligible) gonna break his arm. Dan, Daniel Larson (Daniel blows his nose)
Daniel: The motel threatened to kill me if I go back to the motel! They said they had a gun!
Bob: November 15, 1998 I think.
(Daniel blows his nose, the camera shifts around)
Daniel: They threatened me with a gun! Stop! You're not listening to me! (moans)
Bob: (unintelligble as Daniel sobs)
