Synopsis It’s the summer of 1984, and ten-year old Alex is meeting up with his father in a near-empty Detroit dive bar. They’re moving to Florida and Alex is feeling nervous — asking his only friend, an adult bartender, questions about what it will be like — when Franco, late as usual, sweeps in with his chaotic charm to assuage Alex’s concerns. It’s an adventure! Isn’t Alex ready for a change? Ready to be a part of the family business? Speaking of which, a phone call to the bar reveals that something’s not right with a package pick up. We see a flash of the bubbling heat under Franco’s laid back demeanor. He doesn’t react well when people fuck things up. But...new plan! Here’s Alex’s moment to prove himself. He’s not scared, right? All he has to do is go to the phone booth a few blocks away to grab a bag! A very important bag — a bag you don’t mess around with. Can Franco trust him? Of course he can. Alex would never let him down. Making his way through a crowded street fair, Alex sees danger around every corner. Is that suspicious man following him? Does that woman have a gun? But no, he makes it to the drop point unharmed. Gets the bag — avoids the burning curiosity of looking inside — and gets back. He’s practically a superhero when he triumphantly walks through the entrance with the package. Franco couldn’t be prouder of Alex. He tells him all the fun they’ll have in Florida — the opportunities, the adventure — while he dumps out the contents of the bag, some seven kilos of cocaine, onto the table. Alex takes off his shirt. Franco begins duct taping the kilos around Alex’s middle. They’re in for big things, the two of them. The sky’s the limit. And drugs secured, hidden under Alex’s oversized sweatshirt, they say their goodbyes to Schultz. As Alex takes his father’s hand, it’s him and Pop against the world. Bolstered, they walk out of the dingy bar and into his future — squinting into the bright, light of day.