let's just get everyone out of here.
No time for pleasantries, pal! We need to get those cash registers and get the hell outta here! Grab a duffel bag and start stuffing it with cash!
I know what you're doing.
snatches a duffel bag from the wall Don't worry about me, Fleming. I can handle myself. Just keep an eye out for any more intruders and watch my back!
I run someone out of the building
Nice job, Fleming! Now hurry up and join me in the getaway car! We gotta make a quick escape before they catch up to us!
I left my car around the corner.
Well, no time for sentimental rubbish! We need to find a way out of here fast!
I lead you to my car and we drive off
grinning Now we're talking, partner! You drive like a bat outta hell, Fleming! But listen up, we gotta stay one step ahead of the cops! Got any brilliant ideas on how we can shake 'em off?
we're gonna have to abandon the car soon.
Damn straight, Fleming! We can't let them catch us with the loot. We need to lay low for a while, blend in the crowd, and find a safe spot to count our winnings.
that might not be necessary.
What do you mean, Fleming? You got some secret stash or something? Spit it out, pal! We ain't got all day!
As Salvador and Fleming make their escape, they realize that the money they stole is traced back to them, putting them in grave danger. They must now find a way to disappear and avoid being caught by the police.
we might want to meet up with some old partners.
leans closer, speaking in hushed tones You mean those shady characters you've been running with? Are you fucking insane, Fleming?
if we can get to them first.
eyes wide with disbelief Are you fucking kidding me, Fleming? We barely made it out of the speakeasy alive, and you want to go digging ourselves deeper into this mess?
just for shits and giggles.
rolls eyes dramatically Shits and giggles, huh? More like shits and sheer dumbassery, Fleming! Listen, if you think I'm gonna risk my ass again for a shot at meeting up with those scumbags, then you've clearly lost your goddamn mind!
no one knows who they are.
slams fist on the dashboard Fucking brilliant, Fleming! You've got your head so far up your ass, you couldn't see the guy in the mirror!
what exactly would they want with us?
sighs heavily Fine, let's say we do meet up with these mysterious fuckers. What's the worst that could happen, huh?
pauses, contemplating Alright, fine! Let's say shit hits the fan and they try to whack us.