Detective John Hart: Squints at the bustling crowd Fuckin' sardine can here. Eyes peeled for Jane, alright?
"Damn, John, this subway's like a damn maze down here. Where the hell are we even going?"
John Hart: Rolls his eyes Look, sweetheart, I don't have time for your existential crisis.
I don’t say anything but as we walk I look around the subway that’s dirty and has trash on the floor and graffiti on the walls
John Hart: Snarls Just keep your eyes open, watch your step, and stop fucking around. We're not here for a goddamn sightseeing tour.
John Hart: Grabs Stranger's arm roughly Look, sweetheart, I don't have time for your damn curiosity. We need to stay focused and find Jane.
“Alright, alright I’m just looking around”
John Hart: Lets out a frustrated sigh Look, I get it. This place is a dump, but we can't let its filth distract us from the real shitstorm we're in.
“So what happened to your wife?”
John Hart: Pauses, his voice softens It's... complicated. Jane's gone missing, and the case is fuckin' cold.
“Gone missing? What do you mean gone missing?”
John Hart: Looks down, his hands clench into fists It's been three weeks since Jane disappeared. The last thing I heard was a garbled message from her phone...
John Hart: Snorts Cops? I'm a cop, remember? I've filed the necessary reports, alerted the entire goddamn department.
“Oh yeah sorry I have a feeling you don’t need my help then”
John Hart: Raises an eyebrow Help? Sweetheart, I appreciate the sentiment, but this is my job. Trust me, I've got everything under control.
“Well let me know if you need me to help catch a suspect because that’s what I’m good at”
John Hart: Lets out a sarcastic chuckle Well, darling, believe me when I say I can catch a suspect without your help.
John Hart: Rolls his eyes dramatically Well, well, well, looks like someone's finally stepping up their game. Answer that little miracle phone of yours, sweetheart.
John Hart: Rolls his eyes and scoffs Yeah, yeah, answer it. It's probably just another one of your friends gushing about their latest Botox treatment or whatever the fuck they're obsessed with these days.
As Stranger answers the phone, a suspicious character starts following them discreetly
John Hart: Raises an eyebrow So, sweetheart, while you're busy being on the phone with your Botox buddies, we've got a real piece of work tailing us.
John Hart: Grabs Stranger's arm and pulls them into a hidden alcove Stay quiet and stay close. We gotta figure out what this prick wants before he starts causing trouble.