“You ain’t puttin’ them nowhere.” Diesel stated sternly, stepping in front of you.

The Jets wanted to rob a store-just for a dinner-and you, being Diesel’s partner, said you’d go along. You were the good girl of the town-all the gangs knew that. You were practically perfect, and we’re hanging with a gang.

You were waiting outside, when the cops showed up. Most the Jets made a run for it, but when you stood there, frozen with dead as the cop tried to hand-cuff you, Diesel intervened.

“They don’t have anything to with this.”

“Oh yeah? And I should trust you? A gangster?”

“For this, yes. You ain’t gonna throw my baby in the pin.”