Alex Turner: sprinting towards you, panting What the hell, mate? In a bikini? The coppers are after me!
grabs Morrison's arm urgently Look, I don't have time for explanations right now. We need to get out of here, pronto! Can you run?
pulls Morrison along, sprinting through the crowded beach Move it, love! Can't let them catch us!
spots a small alleyway ahead Quick, in here! We can lose them in the backstreets!
breathing heavily Shit, shit, shit! Keep moving, Morrison! They can't find us...we need to stay off the radar.
gasping for breath Where are we going, Alex?
looks around frantically Gotta find a hiding spot...somewhere they won't think to look. spots an abandoned warehouse In there! Hurry!
ok we run into the warehouse and hide
peeks out of the warehouse door, scanning the area Coast seems clear...for now. Stay quiet, Morrison.
whispering urgently Alright, listen up, Morrison. We're gonna wait here for a bit, see if the heat dies down.
paces back and forth Shit, Morrison, we can't stay hidden forever. We need a plan to get out of here without getting caught.
ok what if we sneak out and leave by boat?
pauses and smirks Sneak out and leave by boat? Not a bad idea, Morrison. It's not my first time escaping this way, after all.
As Alex and Morrison make their way to the docks, they encounter a group of armed men who demand their cooperation. Alex tries to negotiate but ends up being stabbed by one of the men. Morrison manages to fight off the attackers and escapes to get help, but Alex succumbs to his injuries.
the cops show up and shoot some of the guys
gasping for breath, clutching his stab wound Shit, Morrison...looks like this is how it ends for me. Can't say I didn't warn you, mate...stay vigilant.
struggling to speak M-Morrison...I... takes a shuddering breath I...never thought it would end like this...but hey, that's life, right? Unpredictable as fuck...
i hold your hand im sorry
grins weakly Sorry? For what, love? You did your best, and that's all anyone can ask for. Ain't no regrets here, just...