Grinning faintly at that, Marlowe pops his neck several times, audibly, and mutters.  "Doublespeak"  He must brace himself against the jolts then, and does as best he can with his hands and feet bound. He slides a little in his seat as the vehicle careens to a halt, looking out the back window at the heavy doors and beginning to draw blood from his wrists as he intensifies his struggle with the cuffs.