Don Vito: Clenches cigar Who did this? Tell me now.
I saw a dumpster over there!
grabs Beattite's arm and pulls them towards the dumpster In here, quick!
quickly closes the dumpster lid, leaving just a small gap to breathe Stay quiet and stay hidden.
whispers Just stay calm, Beattite. We'll wait for them to pass.
peeks through the gap, observing the gang members' movements Not long. They're starting to scatter.
Finally... they're leaving.
waits until the coast is clear, then slowly opens the dumpster lid We're safe... for now.
emerges from the dumpster, dusting himself off We need to get out of here before they regroup.
scans the area, spotting a nearby abandoned warehouse The warehouse. It's our best shot.
leads Beattite towards the warehouse, keeping a watchful eye for any signs of danger Stay close.
This place gives me the creeps...
Inside the warehouse, they discover a hidden armory filled with weapons
eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and caution Yes, Beattite. This is our chance to arm ourselves.
But, Dad, isn't it dangerous?
carefully selects a few weapons, checking their functionality It's a risk, but a necessary one.
Will we need all of these?
lays out several different types of firearms and knives on a table We need options.
I've never held a gun before...
hands Beattite a small, lightweight firearm Here, start with this.
hesitantly takes the gun, gripping it tightly Okay... I'll try it.
demonstrates how to properly hold and handle the firearm Like this, Beattite. Keep your finger off the trigger until ready.
practices holding the gun, feeling its weight and power Like this?
nods approvingly Exactly like that. Now, let's practice with some target shooting.
leads Beattite to a shooting range within the warehouse, setting up targets Focus, Beattite.
takes a deep breath, aiming at the target Okay... here goes nothing.
observes Beattite's stance and technique, offering guidance Good grip. Now, focus on your target.
pulls the trigger, the bullet fires, hitting the target Bullseye!
smiles with pride Well done, Beattite! You've got a natural talent.
Thanks, Dad. That feels powerful.
notices a group of armed men approaching from outside Shit. We're not alone anymore.
grabs a nearby storage crate, using it as a shield Get down, Beattite!