Oga, we wan bail our friend.
INT. INCIDENT ROOM, NIGERIA POLICE STATION - CONTINUOUS
Kunle is scribbling something on a piece of paper, completely buried in the shadows of a group of people off-camera, standing before him, in front of the counter. He continues scribbling.
PROSTITUTE #2 (O.S.) Na wa oh! We wan bail our friend and you dey use us dey write. Shu!
Kunle lifts his head up and bursts in vexation:
KUNLE
Can’t you see that I was doing something before you people came in?
Now we can see who he is talking to: three young ladies in high heels, cheap hang-bags and indecent dressing, with faces heavily caked with make-ups. They’re all chewing gum loudly and annoyingly.
KUNLE (CONT’D)
See these village prostitutes that newly came to Lagos. You people are not afraid to show your faces here? You don’t know that your job is illegal?
KUNLE (CONT’D)
I can arrest all of you right now and I will see who will bail who.
PROSTITUTE #3 Officer, abeg no vex. Calm down.
(re: Police Officers) Haba, una blood too dey hot.
Kunle looks away and continues writing.
KUNLE
Bail is twenty thousand Naira. No negotiation.
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM, NIGERIA POLICE STATION - SAME TIME
Uche is badly beaten and bleeding. He is half-naked, sitting on the floor, by a corner of the room, handcuffed, barefoot and face down. He is breathing WEAKLY, buried in the shadow of fearsome Tega, who’s holding tightly onto his uniform belt.