Criminality Script !link! Official

Jax pulls a lighter from his pocket. He flicks it on. A small flame dances.

Suddenly — police sirens. Two cruisers, lights off, now on. criminality script

LENNY > It’s been twenty minutes. The drop was supposed to be clean. In, out, no noise. That was the *script*, Jax. We had a script. JAX > Scripts change. You ad-lib too much, you forget your lines. LENNY > (Stops pacing) > Don't give me that philosophical crap. I saw the plates on that cruiser. It wasn't local. That was State. Maybe Feds. How did they know the alley? Jax pulls a lighter from his pocket

VICTOR You think a wire matters? My lawyers will chew it up. I’ll be out by morning. Suddenly — police sirens

VICTOR Punctual. Good. The truck is loaded. You’ll drive it to the port, dock 17. Hand the keys to a man in a red cap. Then you’re free.

LENNY > We can fix this. We can get to the highway. We can— JAX > There’s a tracker in the bottom of the bag.