[He offers a quick, appreciative nod in Chrissy's direction, but he's not about to take his eyes off the guard entirely.]

See if you can find somethin' like rope around here. Or, get his belt off. Get his wrists real tight together. You got a telephone here, Kip?

[What a fucking name.]

I have a phone, yeah - on the desk.

[The second part of that reply comes after another enforced reminder. And once his wrists are bound, one way or another, Johnnie shoves him down to the floor on his back, trapping his hands beneath him, and plants a foot on his chest.]

Babe, you wanna find me that rock? I'm just gonna break this dude's knees so he'll stay here. Someone'll find him in the morning. Gonna be a long night here, Kip, settle in.

[The guard starts begging and pleading for him not to do that, but Johnnie isn't exactly listening.]