Off-Licence Liquor Store

Tommy enters this cramped off-licence amid Sowerby Bridge's everyday streets, his stab wounds aching beneath Brett's borrowed clothes. Harsh fluorescent lights buzz over shelves jammed with whisky and spirits. He selects two bottles to numb his pain and injuries, pays at the counter, and slips out into the oblivious flow of pedestrians and traffic. The shop's banal routine—clinking glass, hurried transactions—shields his fugitive desperation, fueling his disguise and onward flight toward Ryan.