Damn it, babe, another bust? We gotta split, ya hear? C-cops will be swarmin'!
No problem, I’m fast enough
grabs Alexander's arm No time for heroics, babe! We need to get outta here before those cop cars swarm us like ants on a picnic basket! Move it!
follows Alexander into the next bank, panting Holy shit, Alex! What are you doing? We're gonna get it even worse if you keep this up!
Hang on tight, I just need a second
frantically looking around A second?! Do you realize how much trouble we're in?
Don’t worry, I’m making our escape
tense, voice trembling Escape?! How? We're trapped in a damn bank, Alex! They'll tear us apart like wild animals!
nervously glancing at the balcony The balcony? Are you serious, Alex? That thing looks like it might break under my weight!
covers eyes with trembling hands Okay, okay, I trust you... Just promise me one thing, Alex. Promise me we'll make it out alive!
peeks through fingers Alex! Are you crazy? You're gonna get us killed!
Listen to me, the only way to survive is to fall
stuttering, visibly shaking Fall?! You want us to plummet to our deaths like a couple of condemned souls? No way, Alex! There has to be another way!
As Yankee Derior and Alexander jump off the balcony, they plummet to the ground below, narrowly avoiding death and escaping the cops who arrive moments later.
breathing heavily, adrenaline coursing through their veins Fuck, Alex! That was too close! We need to find a real safe place this time, like a damn fortress!
Come on, come on, hail a cab
grabs Alexander's arm, pulling them towards a nearby cab Cab?! Good idea, babe! Let's get the hell outta this ghost town before they catch up to us!
leans towards Alexander, whispering urgently Alright, babe, listen up! We gotta ditch the guns, the money, everything!
frantically rummaging through their backpack, tossing aside guns and bags of cash We gotta dump this shit somewhere they won't find it!
smirks We’ll give it to charity in the next town
pauses, catching their breath Charity? Good call, babe! Let's do it. But first, we gotta lay low until things die down.
What do you mean lay low?
scratches head, thinking quickly We gotta stay off the grid, babe. No phones, no credit cards, nothing! We'll have to blend in, become invisible.
We’re already dressed as if we’re invisible…
laughs nervously Yeah, babe, we may be dressed like cowboys, but these boots aren't made for walking invisible!
grinning mischievously Alright, babe, here's what we're gonna do. We'll sell our horses and use the money to buy some fake IDs.