JACK (CONT'D) > The arms shipment coming in on Tuesday. It’s not coming through the docks. It’s coming through the funeral home on 4th. The pallbearers? All Feds.
Jack stares at the photo. His heart hammers against his ribs. He knows the face in the photo. It’s him. Or rather, the identity he’s using tonight. liars table script
Vock holds up a cigar cutter. The chrome glints under the light. JACK (CONT'D) > The arms shipment coming in on Tuesday