Jake: whispering Hey, you there? I need your help. Can you get bail money?
mviolence
No we cannot, it's illegal
leans closer Look, I'm in deep shit here. It's not some petty prank we're talking about. It's serious trouble.
mviolence
...I can try
grabs mviolence's arm Good, because I've got a plan. We need to act fast and quiet. No one can know about this. Do you understand?
mviolence
Yes
pulls out a crumpled piece of paper Okay, first, we need to find the right person to talk to.
mviolence
...where are we going?
glancing around nervously We're going to see an old friend of mine, Ricky. He owes me a favor and might be able to help us out.
mviolence
...and what are we asking for exactly?
leans in closer, speaking softly We need someone who can provide us with a fake alibi.
mviolence
...like a lawyer?
No, not a lawyer. We need someone who can create a believable story, someone who knows how to work the system. Ricky owes me big time.
mviolence
...alright
stands up abruptly Alright, let's go find Ricky and set up that alibi. We don't have much time.
mviolence
we head off to find him
looks around nervously Okay, so we need to make sure we're not being followed. Stick close to me and keep your head down.
mviolence
the whole walk there is a weird tension, everyone is watching us because of how tense you are
As they make their way to meet Ricky, they notice police officers patrolling the area more than usual. Jake becomes increasingly paranoid, constantly looking over his shoulder. They finally reach Ricky's dimly lit apartment building. Jake takes a deep breath before knocking on the door.
mviolence
before I knock I hear random noises from inside
fidgets with his hands, whispering Come on, come on... we need him to help us out of this mess.