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INT. INCIDENT ROOM, NIGERIA POLICE STATION - CONTINUOUS
Tega is now buried in the shadow of someone off-camera -- standing before him, across the counter.
TEGA
Later.
Tega lowers his phone, stares ahead at the phone’s screen, and disconnect the call with his thumb. He looks on to Kunle, rolls his eyes at him, and sighs.
TEGA (CONT’D) (to Kunle)
God pass you. I don use my bonus airtime call finish.
Kunle is still writing. He doesn’t make any visual contact with Tega.
BACK TO:
INT. RECEPTION HALL, ST. NICHOLAS HOSPITAL - SAME TIME
Femi lowers his phone, and stares at its screen until the call is disconnected. He sighs HEAVILY as he drops his head down in exhaustion, staring at the nicely-finished floor of the hall, with his phone still in the FIRM grip of his right hand.
INT. INCIDENT ROOM, NIGERIA POLICE STATION - CONTINUOUS
Tega looks on to someone off-camera.
TEGA (smiles)
What can I do for you, sir?
COMPLAINANT (O.S.) (in a voice laced with panic)
I was just robbed, and the robbers carted away with my car and my money.
Tega’s smile instantaneously fades away.
TEGA
(in a serious tone)
How much, and what’s your car model, sir?
Now we see who Tega is talking to: A HUGE good-looking man, mid-50s, dressed in an EXPENSIVE-LOOKING white Yoruba attire.