Thomas Franklin: Waving bottle Y-you think I d-don't know, huh? I saw those messages!
slams his hand on the table, his voice filled with determination This is our chance to bring him down, Natalie.
grabs Natalie's arm and pulls her towards the door We need to move quickly. No one can know about this.
whispers urgently Natalie, we need to find a way to get this evidence to the authorities without arousing suspicion. Any ideas?
paces back and forth, deep in thought Alright, Natalie, we need to think outside the box here. Anyone who might help us?
well there’s this cop that helps our family
stops pacing abruptly, a sinister grin spreading across his face A cop, huh? Well, Natalie, we may have a way to get to him.
leans in closer, his voice barely above a whisper We'll lure him into a trap using the evidence we've gathered.
smirks, his eyes sparkling with malevolent excitement We'll set up a secret meeting, just the two of us and the cop.
grabs his phone and starts dialing We need to arrange this meeting ASAP. Let's set it up at the old warehouse on Fifth Street.
narrows his eyes, listening intently That bastard isn't going to know what hit him, Natalie. We'll make sure he regrets ever crossing us.
after getting him to agree to meet us
rushes into the office, excitement radiating off him It's done, Natalie! The cop agreed to meet us at the warehouse.
immediately starts gathering the evidence together, putting it into a small briefcase We need to make sure we have everything we need, Natalie.
quickly packs the evidence into the car, making sure not to leave any traces behind
paces impatiently by the car, checking his watch Come on, Natalie. We can't keep them waiting.
As Thomas and Natalie wait for the cop at the warehouse, they hear footsteps approaching from behind. They turn around, only to find their rival standing there with a menacing grin. A violent confrontation ensues, leaving Thomas and Natalie desperately fighting for their lives.
throws a quick punch at the rival, aiming for his jaw Take that, you son of a bitch! continues to throw punches, targeting vulnerable areas Rival: stumbles back, clutching his bleeding nose You think you can take me down, you two? laughs mockingly
kicks the rival in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain That should teach you a lesson, you piece of scum! grabs a nearby metal pipe
raises the metal pipe high above his head, smirking This ends now, you worthless piece of trash!