Machete looks in the back of the SUV, at the injured and woozy cyclist prisoner, then back to Leadfoot.
"Take us to the sleazy part of town," Machete says. "A part of town you'd never be caught dead. A part of town where no one will care what we do with this guy."
Once the vehicles arrives at the sleazy part of town, Machete looks around. "Find us a motel that charges by the hour," he suggests.
Arriving at said motel, Machete gets out, and turns to the driver's side before entering the motel office. "I don't think you want to be here when this goes down," he says to Leadfoot. "You're a good driver, and you can sure kick some ass, but I don't want you to get hit with whatever I have to do to get this guy to talk." He grabs some jumper cables and rope from the back of the SUV.
Machete will pay for 2 hours at this shady motel, then has Leadfoot drive around into an alley behind the motel. He drags the prisoner out, and, holding the prisoner over his shoulder, approaches the driver's side once more. "Now go on, get out of here," he says. "I'll find my way back once I'm done here."
Machete finds a stealthy path to get the prisoner into the motel room.