We return to Mr. Manner, who is regretting his decision.

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Panel 1 [Roxbury pulls back warily. Hanshaw, looking a bit more unconcerned, stuffs his hands in his pockets.]

ROXBURY:
Strange indeed.

HANSHAW:
I’d process whatever’s in there sooner than later.

Panel 2 [Roxbury looks over at Hanshaw as they both leave for the warehouse door.]

ROXBURY:
We’ll have it strained and put out on the cheaper market. Best not have our name associated with it though--I wouldn’t want to be known for an inferior grade.

HANSHAW:
Agreed.

Panel 3 [Outdoor shot of the two men stepping back out into the night outside the warehouse. A horse carriage waits on the side of the road.]

HANSHAW:
Evening, Mr. Roxbury.

ROXBURY:
Hanshaw.

Panel 4 [The shot draws back further, carriage's departure framed in the panes of a window, from inside Lawrence’s lodgings as Lawrence anxiously paces]