"Are you ****' kidding me...you just left her there?  What were you thinking?"

"Well yeah, what was I supposed to do? And this is all your fault anyway!"

It was just an accident, literally. Anthony had been driving (maybe a bit over the speed limit) and as the brakes gave out, he could do nothing more than watch that ridiculous tree come pouncing. If Charlie had fixed the brakes as promised, then maybe things would have been different. If Charlie hadn't plotted out this ignorant plan in the first place, everything would have been different. 

But it was too late, it had all happened. Anthony had wore the nylon stocking over his head, he had broken into the yellow house on the corner and he had ripped Julia from the sanctity of her bed in the middle of the night.

...and he had left her in that banged up Crown Vic, hands and feet tied, blindfolded, gagged and gasping for air in her boyfriend's trunk.

But it was just an accident, just a joke.