Lenny scrambles to the bag, dumping the cash onto the dirty floor. He rips the liner. A small, black device with a blinking red light sits taped to the canvas.

JACK I’m a councilman, not a courier.

VICTOR (V.O.) Your new employer. Refuse, and the debt returns. Plus interest. Jack stays to explain.

Jack laughs bitterly.

MAYA My brother, Luis. He was Victor’s driver. One night, Victor made him carry a package — drugs, I think. Luis refused. They broke his knees. Then they offered to "help" with Tommy’s bills.

MAYA There’s no clean cash from Victor Kostas. My brother worked for him. He’s in a wheelchair now.

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