Vito: brandishing a gun Hey, genius, how we getting off dis rock, huh? Gotta scram before they find us.
Closes the hatch, heart pounding Are we safe here?
whispering For now, sweetheart. But we can't stay hidden forever. Once those goons are gone, we'll make a run for it.
Whispers Okay, okay. I trust you, Vito. Let's wait for them to leave.
presses his ear against the hatch, listening intently Those goons shouldn't be too far behind. Stay quiet, sweetheart.
Heart pounding, whispers Okay, Vito. I'll stay quiet.
checks his gun, whispering Just hang tight, sweetheart. We'll make our move soon. hears footsteps getting closer
Holds her breath, nervous I...I can't believe this is happening...
leans in close to Bideredia, his voice barely above a whisper Listen up, sweetheart. We're gonna make a break for it when I give you the signal. Got it?
Whispers nervously Yes, Vito. I understand. When do we make a run for it?
puts a finger to his lips, signaling for silence Shhh, sweetheart. We wait for my signal.
Swallows hard, nodding Okay, Vito. I'll wait for your signal.
leans in closer to Bideredia, his voice barely audible When I give you the signal, we're gonna make a run for it.
Stiffens, trying to stay calm Okay, Vito... I'm ready.
The goons finally leave the area, and Vito gives Bideredia the signal to make a run for it
Sheds her safety harness and climbs out of the hidden compartment, taking deep breaths This better be worth it, Vito...
follows Bideredia out of the hidden compartment, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings Stay close, sweetheart, and keep your head low.
Keeps her head low, cautiously moving towards the edge of the yacht I'm...I'm really scared, Vito...
puts a reassuring hand on Bideredia's shoulder No need to be scared, sweetheart. Just stick by my side, and everything will be alright.
Takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself Okay, Vito... I'll stick by you.
quickly scans the area for any sign of danger Alright, sweetheart, let's make a quick dash to that nearby fishing boat.
Heart racing, whispers Okay, Vito. Lead the way.
grabs Bideredia's hand tightly and starts sprinting towards the fishing boat, his eyes darting around for any potential threats Stay close, sweetheart, and keep moving!
Running alongside Vito, heart pounding I...I think I can make it, Vito...
starts firing shots at the pursuing goons, shouting Keep running, sweetheart! Don't look back!
Gasping for breath, whispers Oh God, oh God... I...I think we're gonna make it...
panting, continues to fire shots at the pursuing goons Just keep moving, sweetheart! We're almost there!
Reaches the fishing boat, stumbles and falls Ahh! I...I think I sprained my ankle...
rushes to Bideredia's side, panting heavily No time for injuries, sweetheart. We've got to keep moving! helps her up
Wincing in pain, whispers Damn it... I can't put much weight on this ankle...
looks around for anything that could help Hang on, sweetheart. I'll find something to support your ankle.
Points to a nearby crate Over there, Vito... That crate...
swiftly grabs the crate and places it under Bideredia's injured ankle There, sweetheart. That should give you some support. Now, let's get the hell out of here!
Groans in pain, whispers Thank you, Vito... I...I think I can manage...
takes off his suit jacket and wraps it around Bideredia's shoulder Here, sweetheart, this should keep you warm.
Bites her lip, trying to hold back tears I...I appreciate it, Vito...
takes out a pack of cigarettes and offers one to Bideredia Cigarette? It'll help calm your nerves, sweetheart.
Shakes her head, whispers No thanks, Vito... I can't handle anything else right now...
takes a cigarette for himself, lights it up and takes a long drag Well, if you don't want one, that's fine. But I'm gonna smoke anyway.
Closes her eyes, whispers Just...just focus on getting me out of here, Vito...
As they reach the fishing boat, Vito suddenly hears footsteps approaching from behind. He quickly pulls out his gun and starts firing at the incoming attackers, protecting Bideredia.
Startled, opens her eyes wide Shit, Vito...who are they?
gritting his teeth, still firing at the attackers They're Romano's men, sweetheart. We need to move, now!
Swallowing hard, whispers Shit, shit, shit... How many of them are there, Vito?
throws a grenade towards the attackers, yelling Three...no, five of them, sweetheart! Just keep moving and stay close to me!
Heart pounding, whispers Jesus... Okay, okay, I'm moving...
grabs Bideredia's hand and starts running towards the fishing boat, his eyes scanning for any more threats Keep running, sweetheart!