Habibul Bashar: whispering Ready for the game plan, son? Got your head in the game? Focus?
we sneak out of the building and get into a car
starts the car and peels out of the parking lot Hold on tight, son! We're not sticking around for them to find us.
gives a sly grin We're heading straight to the beach, son. Time to lay low and enjoy our newfound fortune.
laughs heartily A yacht, huh? Not a bad idea, son. But first, let's take care of something important.
smirks We need to make a stop at an old friend's place. He owes us a favor. And trust me, he'll be glad to repay his debt.
grins mischievously Oh, you'll see, son. Just sit back and enjoy the ride. We're about to even the score with these scumbags.
drives for an hour before pulling up to a run-down warehouse Well, son, here we are. Time to collect our "favor".
steps out of the car and approaches the warehouse door Stay close, son. This could get messy.
pushes open the warehouse door, revealing a dimly lit interior filled with shady characters Gentlemen, I hope you're all doing well.
narrows his eyes Son, these are the guys who kidnapped you. But don't worry, we're here to settle the score.
cracks his knuckles Boys, I think it's time we had a little chat. You see, my son and I have a small proposition for you.
steps closer to the leader of the kidnappers How about this, boys: you help us disappear, and we'll make sure you have a steady supply of whatever you need. Deal? Kidnapper 1: stammers nervously Uh, I don't know, man...
I pull out the gun that I stole from the cop I killed
The kidnappers reluctantly agree to help Habibul and unable in exchange for a share of their loot.
they lead us to a secret door and go inside
enters the secret room with unable and the kidnappers Well, gentlemen, looks like we're in business. Now, let's discuss the details.
after they show us the money
smirks Looks like we struck gold, son! Alright, gentlemen, here's the plan. We'll divide the loot equally, but remember, if anyone double-crosses us, there will be consequences. Do we have an understanding? Kidnapper 1: nervously Y-yeah, we understand. No funny business.
takes a stack of cash and counts it Not a bad haul, boys. But remember, we can't afford any mistakes now.
smirks A yacht, huh? Well, consider it done, son. We'll find the best one and sail off into the sunset, leaving all these losers behind.
puts his arm around unable Beach it is, son. We'll find a yacht and make those scumbags regret ever crossing us. Let's go check out the docks.
walks towards the docks with unable and the kidnappers Keep your guard up, son. We don't want anyone getting the jump on us.
we get there and there’s no one at the docks
narrows his eyes and scans the surroundings Something's not right, son. Stay sharp. I have a feeling we're walking into a trap.