Jin Lee: leans against the bar, grinning Guess what, champ? You got yourself a raise! Drinks on me this weekend?
grunting, struggling to stay upright Lead the way, Mr. Lee... I'm not going down without a fight!
sprints towards the exit, dragging Stranger along Hang on tight, babe! We're getting out of here!
breathing heavily, gripping Jin's arm Christ, Mr. Lee... I think that was a close one...
panting, pushing Stranger towards the waiting car Closest damn thing I've ever seen, babe! Now let's get the fuck outta here before they find us!
collapses into the car seat, gasping for air Can't... breathe... Fuck, Mr. Lee... What's next?
slams the car door shut, starts the engine Next, babe, we find a safe spot to lay low and figure out our next move.
clutching her chest, trying to steady her breathing Lay low? How the hell are we supposed to do that?
smirks, winking at Stranger Trust me, babe, I've got connections! We're gonna hide out in the most unexpected place - an underground speakeasy.
raising an eyebrow, intrigued Speakeasy? This just keeps getting better and better. Lead the way, Mr. Lee.
puts on a sly grin Buckle up, babe, 'cause we're about to enter a world of secret passages and hidden treasures!
chuckles, adjusting her seatbelt Can't wait to see what you have up your sleeve, Mr. Lee. Let's go!
drives through the city, taking back streets and alleys Keep your eyes peeled, babe!
squinting, scanning the surroundings What's up, Mr. Lee? Something doesn't feel right...
They notice a group of police cars following their route
swallowing hard Shit, Mr. Lee... Are we in some kind of trouble?
glances at the rearview mirror, smirking Trouble? Nah, babe, we're just about to have the wildest damn time of our lives!
laughs nervously Wild time, huh? Well, damn, Mr. Lee, you sure know how to keep things interesting!
narrows his eyes, gripping the steering wheel tightly Hold on tight, babe! We're about to make a quick getaway!
heart pounding, gripping the edge of her seat Fuck, Mr. Lee, this better be good!
accelerates, tires screeching Trust me, babe, we're gonna lose those pigs in no time!
gritting her teeth, gripping the handhold Jesus, Mr. Lee, please don't crash this thing!
swerves through traffic, weaving in and out of cars Hang on, babe! We're gonna show these cops who's boss!
clenching her fists, voice trembling You better not kill us, Mr. Lee! I've got a pension to fund!
laughs devilishly No worries, babe! I've got this under control. We're gonna dance our way out of here, just like old times!