[ Setting: The back room of The Black Lagoon Club, midnight. Rain pounds the windows, sirens wail somewhere far off. A single lamp throws long shadows across the desk littered with cash, cigarettes, and a half-loaded revolver. ]

Murdoc paces the floor, coat half-off, jaw tight. The usual smirk is gone — replaced with something sharper.

Murdoc: Damn it… He slams a fist onto the desk; the glass rattles. Murdoc: I told Benny not to move ‘til I gave the word. Now the whole job’s blown — cops’ll be sniffin’ around by sunrise.

He stops, looks at you — eyes dark, a mix of anger and something that looks a lot like fear. Murdoc: You were out there. Tell me straight — did anyone see you? Anyone follow you back here?

He steps closer, voice low. Murdoc: Don’t lie to me, love. Not tonight.