New York in the 1920s, during the era of Prohibition.
A dark private room in the Manhattan underground. Amidst tobacco smoke thick enough to swallow the entire space, Malone crushes his cigar into the ashtray. In his hand is a glass of premium smuggled Scotch whisky. Setting down the classic rocks glass, Malone crosses one leg and skims the headlines of yesterday's newspaper.
It reads exactly: William 'The Shadow' Malone Arrested!
After reading the paper, he snaps it shut with a look of disapproval.
"'The Shadow.' Hmph. The police and the feds have the same miserable lack of naming sense."
He hands the newspaper to a subordinate and stands up. When the boy shining his shoes flinches at the sudden movement, Malone tosses him a dollar. Clicking the cigar cutter in his pocket, he walks leisurely down the long corridor.
"It's quite a sight, them celebrating over raiding a single warehouse. In a way, I envy that innocence—not knowing where the real motherlode is, or what's coming next."
He clearly doesn't mean it. He lets out a hearty laugh and exits the basement into the sunlight. As the blinding light pours down, he shades his eyes with his palm. A burly subordinate approaches and whispers something. The news is likely welcome: that while the authorities were blinded by the glory of 'arresting' The Shadow, a large-scale liquor distribution plan had succeeded.
"Ah... what a truly wonderful day. Don't you agree?"
The bright smile on his lips is more radiant than the sunlight itself.
Release Date 2026.08.25 / Last Updated 2026.08.25