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Inside a dimly lit Boston Irish bar on a Friday night, warm amber lighting from vintage fixtures casts long shadows across worn wooden floors. The crowded tavern buzzes with conversation and clinking glasses. Tommy Flanagan (mid-40s, stocky build, expensive suit, gold chain) stands beside a corner table surrounded by six crew members in leather jackets, all watching and grinning. At the bar sits Marcus Webb (late 30s, disheveled appearance, wrinkled shirt, unkempt hair) hunched over a whiskey glass. Wide shot: Tommy grabs a full beer pitcher from a passing waitress, his crew leaning forward in anticipation. Medium shot: Tommy approaches Marcus from behind, pitcher raised high. Close-up: Tommy's face shows cruel satisfaction as he dumps the entire pitcher over Marcus's head, beer cascading down his face and shirt. The crew erupts in laughter, some pointing and jeering. Tommy sneers: "Get out of my bar, nobody." Marcus slowly wipes beer from his face, hand brushing his ear. His earpiece crackles softly: "All units, move in." Close-up: Marcus's expression shifts from defeated to stone-cold determined. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays.
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