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1: Sedjet leans close to his screen.
Sedjet: And how are YOU, Secret Agent Jackson?

2: A view of the room Jackson is in, cluttered with trash and dirty laundry. Half his window is obscured by papers pasted to the glass. A mirror lays smashed in the corner.

3: Empty bottles of hard liquor litter the floor, some broken.

4: His hands are steepled before his mouth as he speaks to the camera.
Jackson: I’m… ready to move on to a new assignment.
Something quiet.

5: A pad of paper next to where he sits shows many pencil sketches of Black Mass shapes.