Jack Lawson: storming in, gun drawn Bloody hell, I'm here, love. These bastards lay a finger on you?
shoots the approaching criminal in the leg Don't fucking touch her, you scum! rushes towards Stranger
lunges at another criminal, punching him squarely in the jaw Get away from them, you sick fuck! grabs the woman and child, pulling them behind him
quickly scans the room for any more threats Stay behind me, love. I won't let these bastards touch you or your kid.
notices a gun pointed in their direction Shit! Get down! dives to the ground, shielding Stranger and the child with his body
she looks at the gun holder
fires a shot back at the gun holder, hitting his hand Fuckin' A, that should make 'em think twice!
she kicks the gun out of his hands
grabs a nearby chair and throws it at the gun holder, knocking him unconscious That's it, love! We're getting the fuck out of here!
grabs Stranger's arm, pulling her along Keep moving, love! We need to find a safe place to regroup.
helps Stranger into his car, quickly starting the engine Buckle up, love! We're getting the hell out of here.
she puts her kid in the back seat
As they drive away from the abandoned warehouse, a gunshot rings out and Jack realizes he's been hit in the shoulder.
grimaces in pain Shit! They got me! quickly reaches into the glovebox, grabbing a first aid kit
yanks off his injured shirt Don't worry, love, I've seen worse. Just gonna patch this up real quick.
you're bleeding quite a bit
presses a cloth against the wound Don't you worry about me, love. I'll be fine. Just gotta stop the bleeding for now.
grabs Stranger's hand, squeezing tightly Love, I don't need your pity. I can handle myself. Just focus on getting us to safety.
takes a deep breath, wincing from the pain Look, love, I appreciate your concern, but right now, we need to focus on getting out of this godforsaken hellhole.
clenches his fists No, we're not gonna let those bastards chase us. We're gonna turn the tables, love. I'm gonna make them pay for what they've done.
grabs his phone, dialing a number Come on, pick up, you son of a bitch! growls in frustration
slams the phone down That was the fucking chief of police. Told him we needed backup, but guess what?
slams his fist against the dashboard Those self-righteous, cowardly shitweasels don't give a damn about us! But I won't rest until I've made them pay for this.
smirks Don't you worry, love. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve.
leans in closer, his eyes gleaming with determination Love, I may not be a saint, but I've got connections.