I'm in the backseat of a car in a high-speed movie car chase. There's two or three other people here with me. The person driving is someone I know (my brother, maybe?), but he looks like Tony Montana, from the movie Scarface. Apparently, we had gotten in trouble with other criminals, and they were now trying to kill us! They kept appearing from both sides and shooting up our car. Glasses shattered, there were holes everywhere, but luckily we weren't hit. At some point, Tony lets go of the steering wheel and starts shooting a car to our left. On one hand, he held a sub-machinegun and on the other a Tommy Gun. While I was panicking, Tony wouldn't stop shooting, without even stopping for reloading (?!). One of the cars he shot flipped and exploded. The other fell back, but was in a pretty bad shape.

Tony was back driving now, but there were others closing in on us. He handed me the sub-machinegun and approached a small bus that he had already shot up quite a bit. I reloaded the gun (apparently, just cocking and uncocking it seemed to do the job). Strangely, I don't remember seeing anyone driving it. On the front was a man with panicked look who had been shot several times. He clutched his chest and sobbed. I knew he wasn't exactly a criminal, but it was important to us that he died, so I shot him mercilessly. The bus continued speeding, so I saw the remainder of it. There were several corpses on the ground, and finally a goon wearing a suit and a pencil mustache emerged, pointing a pistol at me. I aimed and pressed the trigger, but only heard a click. Something was wrong - I knew there were still more bullets remaining. I continued pulling the trigger, but it wouldn't work. The man smirked and approached me with the gun, his arm reaching into our car. On the last second, my gun fired right between his eyes. Phew, we made it.