MILDLY, he pulls Chioma’s left hand in between his coarse palms. Her eyes are QUICKLY locked on the sight of Femi’s hands caressing hers.
INT. INCIDENT ROOM, NIGERIA POLICE STATION - SAME TIME
Kunle is standing upright, in front of the detention cell, with a long red hardcover notebook in his hands. He flicks the cover open and flips rapidly through the pages until he is at the middle of the leaves. He stops flipping shortly and browses through the content of the page before his eyes.
His eyes freezes before he begins to call out the names of detainees present in the cell.
KUNLE
(searching for someone off-camera)
Dare!
PRISONER #2 (O.S.)
Present!
He looks down into the notebook.
KUNLE
Segun!
PRISONER #3 (O.S.)
Present!
KUNLE
Where are you? Let me see you!
Kunle searches for someone off-camera, again, for a BRIEF moment, then looks away, down into the notebook.
KUNLE (CONT’D)
Hassan!
Nobody answers. He calls out again:
KUNLE (CONT’D) (looking off-camera)
Hassan!!
Still no answer.
KUNLE (CONT’D)
Where’s that aboki?
PRISONER #4 (O.S.)
Him dey sleep.