Richie: "Eddie, my arms are too fragile to open this cash register," 

Eddie sighs before shouting through the bag on his head; "Take this banana that i've hidden maliciously in a paper bag to make people think it's a gun and i'll do the rest," Eddie says before smirking in his squished face manner,

Richie: "Ouuu-ou-ou-ou, Eddie, that's Brilliant!" As ten people from inside the establishment stand up with actual guns and baseball bats turn towards them both - Richie and Eddie get tackled by two hostages, and the locals start to give them a small beat down.

A couple of hours after getting processed Richie stands up and wonder around the cell, starting to monologue: "Oh Eddie, how did we get into this mess, we- I was a good boy from the little odd town of Hammer-smith, living a wonderful life of cooking, cleaning and us being, might I say - brilliant pals," Richie pauses as he looks towards eddie, his eyes closed - before looking towards the rest of the room, full of thugs doing their own thing, "I guess it doesn't matter now, you know what America's like - they don't keep well to foreigners unless they're been brought by boat, then you have to work for free," Richie begins to sit down again, "Guess on the up-side I'll get to do it for once,"

With both with casts and black eyes sit in the holding cell - awaiting any bail. As they both hear a whistling - they hear the commissioner walk up to the bars,

Commissioner: "You two, with the reflective hair and Bald fella with the messed up face, come closer to the bars," with a clipboard, he seems to have personally wanted to congratulate the two on their attempted at armed robbery, "You have been arrested on three charges, the first being Armed robbery," The commissioner pauses to sigh, "At the; 'Money for the needy and disabled,'" Richie crosses his arms as Eddie seems to have had more morphine that he's supposed to - nearly falling to the floor with a litre of spit drooling down to the floor,

Richie: "I think you have the wrong guys see, we're from England - we do not steal, we're gentlemen," saying in a smug and overruling tone,

Commissioner: "We have thirty witnesses that have pointed you out as the suspects, 'Sir'," 

Eddie: "Whoauh, who's that bird infront of us Richie," Blurting out towards the Commissioner as his eyes have gone cross-eyed, using his good hand as grabber-claw that lightly latch onto the Commissioners suit,

Commissioner: "Guards, read the rest of the charges, i've had enough - and make sure to give the bald guy a good seeing to," As he grabs Eddies castes arm and twists it.

Beaten, bruised and down on their look - they hope a figure would come to break them out or pay for their bail, Eddie and Richie stick to this dream as they lie on the cells floor cross-eyed,

Eddie: "More Morphine Richie, can only get better from here."

Bruised, Casts, purple and blue, Richie and Eddie walk outside, with no charges being brought forth as they convince the officers they were loony, the two still disappointed at the lack of help from other patrons of the same indulgence,

Richie: "Better call our boss Eddie," Pausing as Richie jumps into his deep pockets, finding what he thinks is a quarter and passing it to Eddie,

Eddie: "Rightio Richie, I think these pay-phones are more than a used shiv," 

Richie: "Bloody hell!" Richie stares at his blood soaked hands, "I can't feel a thing, Eddie," Richie blurts out with a fading voice, passing out.

Eddie begins rifling through his pockets, taking out twenty dollars from his breast pocket and heads towards the HQ to buy a couple of drinks.

Five minute walk and Eddie stares at the Black rubble that was his bosses castle, Eddie steps into the building, seeing burnt pictures and debris, he walks up to the bar with a few glasses still filled with vodka and whiskey, taking a couple of shots before speaking to himself,

Eddie: "I guess it's true, your born - you keep your head down, then you die," pausing, taking a shot of sipping whiskey, "If your lucky."