A 2017 Dodge Charger races through the mountains on an empty country road, The Driver steps on the pedal to the point that he has almost maxed out the speedometer. The Lookout is in the back seat moaning in pain and covered in blood from a gunshot wound. The Stickup is trying to calm him down while he himself is falling apart. The Bagman is sitting in the front passenger seat looking in fear as The Driver tears down the street. They finally make it to an observation spot at the top of a mountain overlooking San Francisco.
The Driver exits the car first, followed by The Bagman who is still carrying the large bag of cash. Then The Stickup emerges carrying The Lookout to their next getaway car in the parking lot, a 1968 Pontiac Catalina. As the crew gets in the car The Driver leans back on the car as he looks up at the sky- still trying to comprehend what he’s just done. The pain of the gunshot wound in his arm is finally starting to set in and wakes him up from his daydreaming, snapping him back to reality, reminding him that he has a job to finish. He grabs a rolled up magazine from his bloodstained suit jacket pocket and sticks it in the gas tank, he then takes his Zippo out and lights the magazine on fire. He starts to walk away from the car and as it explodes he is secretly hoping that it kills him but he is not so lucky, he’s still alive, he still has to finish his job.
He gets in the Pontiac and begins driving again. In the back seat, The Lookout is holding his suit jacket up against his gunshot wound trying to stop the bleeding. While the number one thing he is thinking about right now is survival, he can’t help but feel regret, regret for how he has just single-handedly ruined his life to the point that dying might be a better option than living. The Stickup can only watch in horror as his friend suffers in pain, he wishes that he could have switched positions with him, maybe he could have seen the guard coming. The Bagman looks out at the open road with a blank stare because he can’t muster up the courage to look any of his fellow crew members in the eye. What has he done? He might have gotten one of his best friends killed and doomed the rest to a horrible life in a cramped jail cell. It’s not all his fault though, yeah that’s right, they knew exactly what they were doing when they signed up for this. Plus he needed the money. This was a matter of life and death, he was only doing what he needed to survive. Sometimes surviving comes at a great cost. At least that is what he told himself to make him feel better...
