Operator: 911, what's your emergency?
Girlfriend: Please, you have to help me! He is going to kill me!
Operator: Who is going to kill you?
Girlfriend: (sobbing) Stanley Mitchell, my boyfriend. He's lost his mind!
Operator: What is your name, ma'am?
Girlfriend: Jenny.
Operator: Can you tell me where you are, Jenny?
Jenny: I don't know where we are. He stuffed me in the trunk, and it's pitch black. I just hear the road noise and him talking.
(Jenny screams)
Operator: I know this is scary, Jenny, but I need you to stay calm. Can you tell me the make and model of the car?
Jenny:(sniffles) It's a blue 1976 Monte Carlo. He tied me up, but I got my hands loose. I'm still in the trunk. Oh…I think I feel a shovel. (screams) Oh God, please help me!
Operator: Can you try to kick out the lights from the inside? Something that might alert anyone nearby?
Jenny: (banging in the trunk) I'm trying. (screams)
Operator: Do you know where he might be taking you, Jenny?
Jenny:(crying) I don't know. He's been drinking and taking pills. He's been spiraling because his favorite rapper won't respond to him. He's unhinged.
"I loved you, Slim. We could have been together. Think about it."
Operator: Can you calm him down? We are tracing your call for the location.
Jenny: (muffled sounds as she yells) Stan, please! You don't have to do this!
"Shut up, B****! I'm trying to talk!"
Operator: Jenny, just keep him talking.
Jenny: I can't— (car tires squeal, crash, loud splash)
Operator: Jenny? Jenny, are you there? Jenny!
(The line goes dead)
Operator: Jenny...please…