1 - Janse is walking along the sidewalk in a rough looking part of town. It's early evening. There doesn't look to be anyone else about. Janse has his eyes forward.
CAPTION (JANSE): People always say I have a good heart.
DALTON (off-panel, weakly): ugggh...
2 - Looking over Janse's shoulder as he looks into the alley next to him. Dalton lies in a pile of garbage on the ground, looking as if he's been beaten up.
CAPTION (JANSE): That I'm trusting type.
DALTON (weakly): help... me--
3 - Janse has come into the alley and crouches near Dalton. Janse has one hand behind his back. Dalton is lying in a position where he has one hand near his body.
CAPTION JANSE): The kind of guy who goes out of his way to help others.
4 - Tight on Dalton's hand pulling a knife.
5 - Tight on Janse's hand pulling a gun.
6 - Janse crouches with a gun drawn and pointed at Dalton. Dalton puts his arms up and drops the knife, the facade of being hurt replaced by fear.
JANSE: Drop it.
7 - Janse slams the butt of his gun across Dalton's face.
8 - Janse walks out of the alley, throwing Dalton's wallet over his shoulder and pocketing the money that was within.
CAPTION (JANSE): Joke's on them.