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Panel 1: two guys in a small cramp apartment, bottles and cigeretts cover the room. Frank is standing in the middle of the room with both arms out to his side. The other (Russ) is wrapping bags of cocaine with tape on his body.
Panel 1: close up of Frank with his arms out staight, cigarette hanging on lips.
Frank: Jeezus Christ Russ, why dont you just hand me to the cops.
Panel 2: Birds eye view of entire room, messy and stale. Russ is still warapping duck tape to Frank’s body holding the bags in place.
Russ: As long as ya keep ya head down an do what I say no cop will think twice.
Frank: Third times the charm ain't it Russ.
Panel 3: 3/4 view. Frank is testing out the bags, making sure there durable. Frank finishes the job and tosses the tape off screen facing away from frank.
Russ: This times different ya drag. The boss got it all figured out, cops paid off, no cameras, no double crossers, it'll be jus fine, Franky.
Panel 4: shoulder height and above of Frank putting jacket on awkwardly over the bags.
Frank: How about a bodyguard for the guy with 20 grams of coke strapped to his ribs?
Panel 5: close up of Russ smiling nasty teeth and all.
Russ: Like I said Frank, the boss got it all figured out.