Nate: Now what's he doing? Aw... damn. It's locked Hmm.... going to have to find another way up. What's he doing in there. I need to get a better look.
Sully: Hey, I don't want to rush you pal, but can you move it along? It's just I got a lady waiting, you know how that is. Ahh... That's the ticket. Gracias. Adios amigo.
Nate: Okay. I've got to get that wallet. Crap! Can't go down that way. He's cutting through that building. I bet I can spot him from the roof. Oh... who's your friend? Don't want to lose him. Damn it. Don't want to go down there. I've got to find a way to get that wallet. Okay. It's right there in his pocket. Now's my chance.
Female: It seems we have some time to kill.
Sully: I got an idea. We can while away a few hours.
Sully: Let's try that again.
Nate: Let go of me.
Sully: Ahh, that's what I thought. Now don't try to run. You're a long way from home, son.
Nate: Don't call me that.
Sully: Parents must be worried about you.
Nate: Yeah, not likely.
Sully: Okay - sore subject. That was a nice lift back there. You're pretty good.
Nate: I don't know what you're talking about old man.
Sully: Hey. Don't call me that. Your technique is really sloppy, though. You're telegraphing all your moves.
Nate: You're crazy.
Sully: Yeah? You've been tailing me all over town. Probably figured me for an easy mark. But you picked the wrong guy, pal. Ah-ah.
Sully: My wallet. Fine, maybe we'll just call the police.
Nate: Go ahead. 'Course they might wonder why a middle aged tourist is following young boys down alleyways.
Sully: You are a crafty little beggar, aren't you?
Nate: I know how to take care of myself. Anyway, I'm pretty sure you don't like the cops any more than I do.
Sully: Good point. Kid. The wallet?
Nate: Had to try.
Sully: 'Course you did.
Nate: Telegraphing all my moves, huh?