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[first lines]
Bob: [narrating] There are places in my neighborhood no one ever thinks about. You see them every day and every day you forget about them. These are the places where all the things happen that people are *not* allowed to see. You see, in Brooklyn, money changes hands all night long. It's just not the kind you can deposit in a bank. All that money needs to end up somewhere. They call it a drop bar. A bar the bosses choose randomly each night to be the safe for an entire city. You never know up front when *your* bar becomes the drop bar. You just take all the city's dirtiest money and bag men come and go from all over town and nobody ever sees it coming. Nobody ever sees it going. And then they could tell you to be the drop bar next week. Or maybe even next year.
Bob: The point is, you never know. In the meantime, me, I just tend bar. And wait.
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Nadia: He killed a kid named "glory days."
Bob: Yeah. I heard that. Yeah, I heard that. Richie Whelan. And... Why?
Nadia: I don't know. He's not a big fan of "why," Eric.
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