Walter: (Tosses a stack of a thousand dollars onto the counter)
Lenny: What’s this?
Walter: This, buddy, is my latest paycheck
Lenny: So I take it you got a new job?
Walter: Hell yeah. I made more money than ever before
Lenny: So, what kind of job did you get
Walter: Well…

Bishop: A robber?
Phillip: Yeah. We bought some masks, spray painted a few guns, and now we make hundreds of dollars
Bishop: That… is the most awesome thing ever

Lenny: A robber?!
Walter: What? What’s wrong
Lenny: (Putting a closed sign on the door) What’s wrong?! You robbed a gas station and decided to bring the money here
Walter: Hey, don’t worry. I wasn’t caught, and they never saw our faces
Lenny: Do you know how easy it is to find criminals nowadays
Walter: Don’t worry. They probably said it was a middle class black man. I’ll be fine as long as I keep quiet about this
Lenny: I hope your right. I wouldn’t want anyone getting any ideas.

Phillip: I know. They never saw it coming. I’m just glad no one caught us
Bishop: Man, you guys are so awesome. It must have been like something out of one of those action movies
Phillip: Well… kinda. Just a lot more dangerous than I would have thought

Walter: (Driving down the street at night, while listening to the radio)
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(A black Rolls Royce drives up behind him)
Walter: I wonder who that is
(The car slows down)
Walter: (Waves for him to go up front)
(The car drives in front and stops)
Walter: What the hell?
(Three dressed men get out of the car and walk toward Walter’s car)
Walter: Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap (Puts the car in reverse and drives down the road)
(The three men get back in their Royce and begin to follow him)
Walter: (Turns the car and starts driving off)
(The three men chase after Walter)
Walter: Oh God, oh God, oh God (Tries to call Phillip)

Phillip: (In the car with Bishop, smoking marijuana)
(Phillip’s phone rings, but he ignores it)

Walter: Goddamn it, Phillip (Puts his phone away and keeps driving)
(The three men begin to catch up to Walter)
Walter: (Speed up, trying to lose them, but his car isn’t even nearly as fast)
(A second car drives out in front of Walter)
Walter: What the hell! (Stops the car)
(The men behind him get out of the car)
Walter: (Steps out of the car quickly and holds his hands up in the air) Look guys, I don’t want any trouble
Dressed Man: Where’s the money?
Walter: Uh… what?
Dressed Man: Where is the money? I want to know! I was told that my men had my money stashed in a car parked in an alleyway. That was the last thing he said before he was shot. And I believe I saw a pretty crappy car on the news fitting the design of that car right there
Walter: (Whispers to himself) Oh crap, that ended up on the news? (To the guys) Okay, I know what you may be thinking, but I didn’t kill the guy
Dressed Man: I know. It was one of Sanchez’s boys
Walter: Sanchez? Who is this Sanchez guy-
Dressed Man: Shut up
Walter: (Nervous) Okay
Dressed Man: Now we know that you have our money, so where is it
Walter: Don’t worry. I have it right here (Hands him the thousand dollars he had)
Dressed Man: Last I checked, there was fifty thousand dollars. This is just one thousand.
Walter: Well, the rest is at home and the rest are with my friend
Dressed Man: Interesting. What do you say we go and get it. We’ll drive you there
Walter: Hey, that sounds like a good idea (They walk to the car)
Dressed Man: Tell me, are you claustrophobic?
Walter: Well, I really wouldn’t say so, but- (The other two grab him and stuff him into the trunk) Hey, what the hell do you pricks think you’re doing. Get me the hell out of here
(The three men get into the car and drive off)

Walter: (Sitting in the trunk) Jesus. I wonder how many bodies got stuffed into here (The car stops) Why are we stopping
(Muffled shouting can be heard)
Walter: What is going on?
(Gun fire is heard)
Walter: Okay, that’s gunfire. Why do I hear gunfire?
(The gunfire gets louder)
Walter: Why is it getting louder?
(Bullets hit through the trunk door)
Walter: (Panicking) Okay, now is a good time to loose it (Kicks the trunk) Someone get me out of here (The trunk opens due to being weakened by the door) (Walter falls out as a car speeds off) Oh god. Where the hell am I? (Looks around and sees the three men dead) Oh god. Oh my god. Oh, this is bad (Sees a small wallet on the ground. He takes it, and runs off in the opposite direction, and out of the alleyway)

Walter: (Sitting in a taxi cab) (His phone rings) Hello?
Phillip: Hey, Walter?
Walter: Phillip? Listen, I need to talk to you? Where are you?
Phillip: I’m at the police station
Walter: Don’t move
Phillip: That won’t be too hard
Police Officer: Hey, are you done in there
Criminal: Yeah, some of us have to use our phone call too

Walter: (Sits in the police station waiting room)
African American: I’m telling you, I didn’t fire those guns
Police Officer: We just want to ask you some questions
African American: Then why am I wearing cuffs?
Police Officer: I said WE would ask the questions. Not you
Walter: (Sits in the waiting room)
Phillip: (Walks into the waiting room) Hey, Walter-
Walter: Phillip, I think we screwed up?
Phillip: What do you mean?
Walter: There were these guys, they said they knew about us, and that they want the money, and they said something about Sanchez. I don’t know, it’s crazy. They stuffed me in a trunk and know that we took the money
Phillip: Oh man… What are we gonna do?
Walter: I don’t know. I guess all we can do is take the money and go to these guy’s leader and hand it to them
Phillip: But won’t we be killed if that happens
Walter: Better if I die than have my son get involved. They’d probably use him to have us come to them. What about your mother
Phillip: …. I guess you’re right
Walter: Yeah, I guess I am. I found this next to one of the bodies (Holds out a wallet)
Phillip: Why did you take the wallet
Walter: I thought maybe it could be helpful. Now loon (Shows a small phone number to a man named Ricardo) I think this may be their boss. I say we call them, and arrange a meeting. And make sure you bring the money
Phillip: Alright.
Walter: And remember. Once we’re done with this, we’ll go back to trying to make money, and it will do a better job. And make sure to buy real guns this time
Phillip: Oh come on, they are expensive
Walter: They are not. Anyone can buy a gun. Even the homeless could afford a gun