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INT. WAREHOUSE – NIGHT
ALEX sits propped against a wall. Blood trickles from his mouth and flecks of blood spatter the shoulders of his gray Armani suit.
LADO squats beside him, speaking quietly.
LADO
Who paid you?
ALEX
Nobody.
LADO
Azul? 94?
ALEX
I swear to God. No one.
LADO
Look, you’re going to die. We both know this. But I like you and you have given years of good service. So I’m going to give you this chance. You can die—or you and your whole family can die.
ALEX starts to sob.
LADO (CONT.)
Tell me the truth—right now—and your wife and kids cash in your insurance policy. Lie to me again and I’ll go to your house, tell them you’ve been in an accident, and bring them here. I’ll kill them in front of you.