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Two point five million naira, and a two thousand and fifteen Range Rover.
TEGA
(exclaims in Urhobo)
Oghene!
Screen Translation:
God!
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. RECEPTION HALL, ST. NICHOLAS HOSPITAL - MOMENTS LATER
Femi’s phone beeps twice with a WARNING of ‘low battery’.
Screen Caption: FEBRUARY 15, 2016 12:43 PM
FEMI (sighs)
Na wa oh! See phone wey I charge full for night, na wetin dey show battery low. All these new new phones dem.
FEMI (CONT’D) (with a frown)
Expensive rubbish!
He puts his phone away into his right trouser pocket.
RECEPTIONIST (O.S.) You can now go in, sir. Wing C,
Room number Seven. The seventh door on your left. Patient is now awake. No interrogation, please.
FEMI (grumbles)
Na who this one think say she dey follow talk sef? If I light am one, them go say Femi don start.
Femi lifts himself GRACEFULLY, stands on both feet, carefully adjusts his uniform to perfection, without eyeing the Receptionist, GALLANTLY makes his way to the hallway.
INT. HALLWAY, ST. NICHOLAS HOSPITAL - CONTINUOUS
Femi DANCES as he walks through the long and somewhat EMPTY hallway with his eyes locked on the labels of every room door, and his face crafted in DELIGHT.